log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Sure ain't no normal family life at fucking all if anyone suspected that. And if that is part of the package deal...what the hell kind of a people are they dealing with. Fine. Pop and Junior have their spoils in bag now.]

Not this go round you're right.

[Who knows? If they gotta stay in this joint for years may as well keep occupied and be thoroughly amused.]

Better be going then. Thanks pal.

[Whatever his name is. Shit guy hardly speaks but here he is. Making a sale. Puts something on the table. Whatever. Really the attention is on Freddy. Larry can pick up on the anticipation. Is he gonna bust out a cover or an original? Don't matter really. The old man will get to hear for himself. The first of many, many, many private concerts. Back to the car they go.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Once they're inside the car...the levee breaks.]

I can't believe I have Geddy Lee's guitar--I mean not his guitar but the kind of bass he uses. John Deacon's rolled with one of these too, oh and Paul McCartney. Hey didn't you want some drums or somethin'?

[The last part he only now just remembers. Way to hyperfocus on just yourself, Newendyke.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Well, if it keeps on rainin' as it had the levee is gonna break.]

Paul too? You got the best pick outta there then.

[He doesn't know better at all. Not one bit. Though the sheer enthusiasm that is bubbling out there can't be anything wrong or incorrect about it. It's all for damn good reason.]

Not today.

[Maybe not at all. Maybe It's an idle thought. Handling drums after so damn long, would he be any good? What the fuck would he play? It was dicking around. Bobby had a way of hauling him into shit at the drop of a hat. You're both handed. It'll be a snap is what he said.

Doors unlocked. Larry lets the kid situate his new piece. They can take the direct way home now. The one without the street blocks.]

[orangetoughguy]

Are you sure?

[Because for all the dislike he has when it looks as if he's junior or a boy toy he really really appreciates what Larry's done for him. Larry's always doing things for him, damn.]

Thanks.

[Yeah technically it wasn't all his money but the money aspect takes a backseat to the fact that Larry planned this for him. Larry set this up for him. Maybe the old man's expecting a blowjob or something.]

[whitetwoguns]

I'm sure. We gotta figure how that one is gonna work out, don't we?

[One thing is for certain, if Larry ever decides to get a drum set, he won't be playing it first thing in the morning. Leave that to the professionals. (Freddy.)

Sentimental piece of shit that he is starting to feel like, There's no need for a blowjob when he got to see euphoria on the guy's face already today. ...not that he would turn down a blowjob though.]