log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[Squuuiiiiint. The old man looks from the kid to the worker at the window. He gives her a smile and the needed coin amount. She grins back at them, maybe early in the shift to still have enough cheer.]

She your type?

[It's the shit eating grin that can't be taken seriously. Their cute, brunette server gets the shakes and float first.]

[orangetoughguy]

What? [Oh. Green eyes are looking that-a-way now, at the girl, only to narrow then look back at Larry.] No way. No way. Too young.

[And too female but that's beside the point. Just the thought of getting between her thighs...makes these recently cum-covered flappy hands even flappier.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Too young he says. Larry nods though he's about sure that there's more to it.]

You gotta point one out to me sometime that's about right.

[The bags rustle. Ah, the smell of food in the car after so long. It makes the bear's stomach growl.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Fortunately this kid, the scrappy dog kind, is pretty good with his words. The girl handling the window doesn't seem to notice (or care, maybe).]

Really? Cause I could, if you're into that you know?

[Into having a whole teenager between them--food. Freddy inhales the scent of fries and sandwiches and all sorts of things. He takes the drinks too, settling one in each cup holder while he keeps the shake in his hand to commence sucking down.]

[whitetwoguns]

You know what I'm into. [You.] I'm curious. We don't have to commit to no plans. Not if you don't want to.

[Larry's seen a few of his tapes though. And not just a few are full of cock.]

Fuck does that ever smell good. Let's get the hell out of here.

[Money paid. Drinks and food received? Yeah. Out of the drive-thru they go.]

[orangetoughguy]

[What does he say to that? The prospect sets the kid on edge only because he does want to indulge that curiosity and that makes him feel just a little bit shy. It's one thing to watch it on his tapes, it's another to get involved. That one time with Larry--the dopey one--doesn't quite count does it? Although it sure as hell felt fucking good.]

Okay, let's go.

[Freddy nods with a fry sticking out of his mouth like it's a cigarette. Easy does it, they'll get to that prospect when they get to it.]