orangetoughguy | log post II

Got a problem with gorillas?

[Sorry. He's thinking of those big dicked monsters. Since he's taking a breather Larry lights up a Chesterfield and watches Freddy try and make it work.]

In this town who the fuck would stop or blame you? It could be a realistic toy.

[Shrug. Puff. It looks good on him.]

Do you?

[It's not a real honest to goodness curiosity. No need to delve into what makes the old man uncomfortable about them. Freddy will however pluck that Chesterfield to take a short pull for himself before handing it back.]

What're you takin' back?

Maybe.

[He taps ash on the floor. Nothin' doing about that. The riches around them are the best part of the place. Nothing more to say for the rest.]

Not sure. Lemme see.

[There's another crate that wasn't assaulted. Larry jimmies it open.]

This here is more my speed.

[Small arms in here. Colts, Smith and Wessons.]

Decisions, decisions.

[Rifle slung over his back now, Freddy raises his hands.] Take your time, babe.

[No it's not a spin on baby, he's just implying Larry can act like a woman at times. Like a woman on a shopping spree except the old man's tastes suit Freddy far better.]

Fuck you.

[His cigarette flicks ash as he waves the hand in the air that's holding it at this implication.]

I gotta try a few for size.

[Watch this Freddy, the old man takes a Beretta and holds it with one hand and then the other. No he isn't gonna fire just see how it feels.]

[There's a rub to his own rear here as Freddy only semi-mutters.] I think you just did.

[Oh he's watching, he's watching Larry show off his well known ability to dual-wield. Don't keep it up too long because no matter how rough that fuck was, this kid can always go for another. He's not an old man yet.]

[A glance for that to gauge exactly what he means by it. Other than that though he's trying another gun. The Beretta is a candidate. There's a soft space in his heart for S&W though.]

Why the hell not.

[One gun in his waistband. Two. Three...]

Just a few.

Whoa you're really packing it in there.

[Freddy says with true surprise so no it's not innuendo. Never know when they might need this stuff he supposes...but taking a grenade would be pretty risky so he leaves those alone.]

What about the flamethrower?

I gotta wear my coat if I want these.

[Coat on and a few buttons looks like nothing at all.]

We'll have to make a special trip for that one.

[Which means they're keeping the whole lot.]

You do want it, right? Don't wanna sell it? I think we could get a pretty penny for it.

Yeah I want it. [The kid admits.] To keep. I think the grenades gotta go, I mean havin' them sit here makes the whole place a landmine. What happens if there's an earthquake or the floor upstairs caves in?

[A thoughtful pause.] We can keep a pair.

I got pockets.

[For grenades that is. No worries at all because they're not the pull pin sort. Army issued so they're meant for travel he figures.]

Well. I say we save the selling for another day.

[He takes a draw of his cigarette. He may not be talking about it but...the ol' bear feels worn out.]

Ready to head out?

[Clunk. The lid is back on the crate.]

[He's got two grenades in hand.] Way ahead of you.

[Pocketing. Talk about awkward but no doubt this is how crooks do it. Cops get a kit belt, something Freddy doesn't have in this world.] Let's go.

Say g'night.

[To all of those pretty weapons. Larry's got the door, holding it open like a gentleman. If such gentleman have six guns on them.]

That a grenade in your pocket or--?

[Freddy walks on through first because he happens to enjoy it when Larry wants to be a gent, even when this gent cracks a corny joke.]

If you wanted me to blow you away you could just ask.

I think you just did.

[Ear to ear grin before he sucks down the very last of his cigarette. He turns out the light and shuts the door.]

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