orangetoughguy | log post II

Crank it.

[The tunes and the A/C. Paradise wherever they fucking go.]

Fuck. I dunno. Someone's gotta keep their ears open.

[Always vigilant and in someone else's business. That's what cops do. Maybe not the one next to him but the standard pig.]

Find us some driving music.

[No other moving vehicles in sight in this neck of town so they can roll on through the lights. Pedestrians lumbering through regardless of the color obviously are worth hitting.]

You got it.

[Freddy figures out the click wheel pretty easily and before you know it they've got Roy Orbinson crooning from the dash. A/C's on and the CB's deathly quiet, but they're well armed and well prepared. Who knew the two of them could work wonders as a team in a zombie apocalypse.]

When we get back I'm gonna crack open a can of ravioli and just eat that shit while you blow me.

[There. He said it. In the most unattractive way possible.]

[Wait? That's supposed to be unattractive? Roy is talking about some pretty woman. He's on his own there. Larry is hung up on the handsome asshole who feels like he can get away with saying bullshit like that.]

You think I'm gonna let it go down like that?

[Rolling by they clip a woman who has finished gnawing on her baby. She reels and then hits the lamp post so hard that her jaw comes off.]

Why not?

[Freddy dares to ask as that woman goes a bit splatty on the side. Sick. He almost wants to tell Larry the bitch had a baby, however it's an extremely different situation. She had her baby raw, for example.]

If I'm gonna have your dick in my throat it's only fair something else should be in your mouth.

[Woaaah ooooooh Mr. Orbinson croons in his way kinda like if he could hear what's going on.

The bitch and her baby are splatters. They can't be saved. Technically doing em in is the best that can be done. Who would want the rest of them to be carrying on like they're the shit in someone's drain?]

Think you could stomach that? Or really if I'm gonna do anything right you wouldn't want to be eating. A man can't yell and eat at the same time.

Like what your dick too? That's real creative.

[Tit for tat, he's joking with the old man of course. Roy's not helping much with his crooning, it sort of only eggs the kid on. Oh watch out for that mail man. He still has his postal bag on him even though he's got someone else's arm in his mouth.]

[Larry only swerves to miss the car stopped in their lane. It's the mail man's lucky day...for being an undead deadbeat.]

A compromise of sorts. I was actually thinking of laying you on the coffee table facing the ceiling with your ankles up by my ears. But whatever.

[Dangerous, dangerous game and just not the fucking time. Unless they pull over and whack one another off like school kids. Not smart Dimick, not fucking smart.]

I'm not seein' anybody yet.

In my converse or some timberlands?

[May as well dig deeper while they have the time. Except they don't have the time, to whack off anyway. Freddy takes part of the CB in hand, ready to broadcast a signal to anyone out there who might be listening. They have the device on their side too of course. But...he's not saying anything yet...because he wants to hear the answer to his question.]

Yeah. Seeing as we won't make it upstairs.

[Facts only.]

Doesn't really matter to me. As long as I'm pounding the shit out of you.

[How's that for an answer. Larry's not lookin' at the kid. Got mirrors and a road to watch but he's smirking like the smug son of a gun that he feels like.]

You talk big, tough guy. Is that supposed to be some way of tellin' me you're packin' big downstairs?

[As if Freddy doesn't already know.] Gonna keep my laces untied too?

I take what I do very seriously. Usually it speaks for itself. I guess you'll take convincing.

[Any other time he would grab a hold of that hand and wedge it between his legs to see exactly what he's packing. Fuck.]

I'll prepare a whole presentation.

[Like they talk all that much in the process.]

Until they untie themselves yes.

[On and on they cruise.]

Just another reason to stay alive, huh? I gotta save my own ass for you.

[Or Larry can consider saving Freddy's ass for himself. Protecting their own investments, that's what businessmen call it. He can't help but smile a little over the unusual but much needed humor. They've got someone's fingernail sticking to their hijacked police van. Humor comes in handy.]

Exactly. So don't go doing something stupid. I don't want to go out and find another one.

[Honest words even while they're joking.]

Here.

[Larry fishes out his network device.]

Hold that.

[Since he's got his hands busy. Don't want to be distracted while driving.]

I won't wreck this one either. [Freddy says it like he's doing Larry a favor.] You're already pretty good at that.

[Freddy shrugs, casual and nonchalant like it's no thing. When he's with Lawrence Dimick it really isn't; it's kind of everything. The kid takes that network device now, fully prepared passenger that he is.]

Why thank you, baby.

[He says it like he means it...becauuse he does.]

There's got to be people alive out there.

[As lucky and smart as they are, they cannot be the only ones. It's one thing to feel like they're the only two people in the world.]

Back at you, man. [Ever supercool, he plays it off like he's just that frosty, but Larry makes him hot like the LA sun on downtown asphalt.] Lemme check on one of these.

[Freddy fiddles with the device. To his amazement it's still running clear and easy despite their distance from the center of that other city. But what's this, a familiar face? Time to stop playing around and start playing hero.]

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