orangetoughguy | log post II

[He even sets down a cork coaster before presenting the other man with the glass.]

Woah, I thought I was talking with Orange not Pink.

[There's a wink for you kid.]

[What. He makes a kind of twisted quirking expression because being compared at all gives him the heebie jeebies.]

I was gonna ask what kind of tip you'd want but fuck that.

[Freddy says with a poker face while lighting another cigarette, however there's a joking smile behind it, which he promptly hides by raising the glass to his lips.]

[Larry laughs a little, not a full blown knee slapper. He feels at ease enough to laugh.]

Woah. Are you saying your not gonna tip me at fuckin' all?

[Which he doesn't believe for a second. A hard stare a moment longer before he takes a drink on his own.]

It's hard to make ends meet. Fuck.

[Wow. The Dark Lord has a powerful flavor to him. Freddy has to take a moment to swallow. He's savoring the flavor okay? As for tipping, he sets the glass on the bartop and reclaims his cigarette.]

Convince me.

[Now there's a challenge. How can Lawrence Dimick convince Freddy Newendyke to tip him without the removal of his clothes? It's a good way to distract White, he thinks. Over at the pool table there's another girl taking a bump with a laugh and a smile but she looks like she's been sick for years.]

[The old bear's ears perk at the laughter but he doesn't look away.]

I take a lotta pride in what I do. I offered you the best I got in the house didn't I?

[Larry didn't say anything about the beer being the best, it could be all part of the convincing but he leans forward both palms on the bar as a real 'tender would.]

You got my undivided attention don't you? And some damn good bar food.

[....because it's being devoured at the bar.]

You're a bartender, ain't you supposed to talk to me and tell me stories or listen to my problems?

[Freddy asks, again quirking his brow to look like Larry ought to know better, as part of the charade.] Fillin' me up, that's one thing. Now you gotta entertain my mind.

[He points at his own head, the type filled with superheros and great adventures on bicycles.]

Oh sure, I gotta do that. [He loosens his tie and starts to clean a glass that's already clean with a napkin to play the part right.]

Fillin' the likes of you up is what I do.

[His eyes are down at the counter. Freddy can decide whatever it is that he means.]

Think this party is wild? There was a bachelorette party down here about two or three weeks ago.

I've been filled up a lot before. I'll be the judge of how different you do it.

[Toucan play at that game. He takes another sip, cigarette down, another bite. That plate is getting empty fast.]

Oh yeah? Here? What'd they come for. [He imagines the staff, just like the big old bear of a man he's looking at.]

It's not about how different, I think. It's about how right.

[It's a favorite game that a man can play with full concentration.]

Oh, the bride's last night out. Her girlfriends wanted to have it be memorable. The drinks started flowing and people got up and danced on chairs and the bar. It was hard to handle. They're only women in their tight short dresses and heels right?

[He's waiting for an answer there. The pause allows him to take a drink. Either against his will or because of the tilt of his head he looks toward the pool table. Two more seconds and he's back, and yes he is listening.]

[On the chairs and bar just like this kid here? He's still on the bar with his feet on a stool. Essentially this makes it seem like his back is to the old man but Freddy's twisting enough to look at Larry. This affords him both his attention on White and a general awareness of what's going on in this party.]

Uh huh. Okay. A couple chicks living it up and not giving a damn. How's that wild?

[Like that girl over there who's slowly losing her top. Right. Freddy does take a drink himself and a puff of smoke.]

Except they weren't. Before I know it, before anyone knows it, turns into a fucking playgirl club. It was like someone had alerted the male nudity police telling em they got a job to do. The girlfriends must have had a group discount or something but there was one for every girl, a baker's dozen.

[Bullshit, it's all bullshit. Larry just keeps on talking. The thread is spinning in his brain and getting more elaborate and flimsy like a spider's web. Surely, the kid has to know.]

Wherever they got these fellas from didn't have much food or something, they were lean. Probably strapped for cash like myself [Reminding the kid. Larry takes a sip] because they were ready to take it all off except for this piss poor excuse for underwear. Ridiculous.

............

[He's listening. Freddy's really listening. Oh he doubts the validity with ease but he can't just drop the game either. The way Larry is going on he finds the old man clever for veiling such a subject. Another crunch of a taquito and he starts talking with his mouth full.]

That's bullshit.

[Chew chew chew.]

Everybody knows guys like that don't even wear underwear. [A subtle smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.] So did you join in?

I'm only tellin' you what I saw. Not like those things stayed on long. It was like some shrink wrapped knockwurst or some shit.

[Larry shrugs as though it's nothing.]

Me? Join in? I had to put up with it make sure no body chipped no teeth, that nothing indecent was going on right out in the open. There were other paying patrons around watching even though the gogo dancers or whatever the fuck were for the ladies only. Other eyes were on em, you know. Probably dreaming up some depraved things.

[That they do on average. The old man finishes up and now cleans his own glass.]

Would you have? Uninvited?

[Like Old Wisconsin meat. He takes another gulp of beer to wash down the good stuff.]

So you were watchin' pretty closely.

[Freddy says, lowering his voice just a little even though the boisterous party behind them is fairly deaf to their conversation.] What are you some kinda mind reader? I was talking about getting up and dancing, shit tips pretty well.

I had to. Gotta know the crowd as much as possible.

[Seemingly simple answer to anybody that's passing by. How much longer do they gotta be here?]

It helps when you're a slim, young thing. I think I'm an acquired taste, not one of those greased, hairless things.

Are you kidding me? Erin over there seems to think pretty differently.

[Freddy says in more hushed tones, like he's whispering a secret to Larry.]

And I dunno man, I'm kinda spotty. [He means freckled.]

Spotty? Who the fuck cares. That's what you call real. People waste their whole damn lives going after fantasy when reality is what you want.

[It's what Larry wants.]

So anyway. There I was, staying on the outside watching a proverbial orgy goin' on.

Don't say it so loud. I know you like keepin' yourself in good graces with gals.

[He tips his head, sipping again, before 'raising his mug' to point out such a gal. Her tits, large and juicy they may appear to be, are hard to touch. They're holding up that party dress pretty well though. Kind of.]

Uh huh. [The kid licks his lips free of beer. Yep, cause that's all it was. Right.] Then?

[He likes to keep himself in good graces because he finds himself still liking gals like that. Even knowing that her tits are as real as the Easter bunny.]

I like what I like. ...and that's kinda the problem. Things were getting hot and heavy, so the burden fell on me to in form the party. I started with turning down the music taking the indirect approach, ain't no body likes a kill joy. No luck there.

[Brown eyes zero in on Freddy's mouth and that lick for beer.]

So I gotta personally move about the room up close and personal.

[Oh and doesn't he fucking know it. But what those girls don't know is he's also fucking getting it. Pretty often too. It's enough to make them tolerable, if Orange is ever thinking about them like that in the first place.]

How close?

[Freddy figures he's getting to that part of the story. Now his own Dark Lord is gone and it looks like he took those finger foods with him. That leaves the kid's undivided attention all on the old man.]

Even with the music almost off, I gotta come near and whisper maybe even try and put my hand someplace appropriate to say you can't be doing that here.

[That Dark Lord will need to be filled. A good bartender would do it right now with out being asked. Larry's not that good. He's fighting for his tip right now. Doing what he should isn't enough. And the kid has got to escort Miss Christie Love and his old ass home.]

Appropriate? At that kind of party? No fuckin' way.

[Says the doubting doubter who puts his glass a little closer to the tender's side as some kind of hint. Yep. A hint.]

Were they oiled up? Could you feel it?

A guy does what he can. [He shrugs, it ain't no thing. Guess that means there will be more Dark Lord for this man. Larry takes the glass and fills it up to the brim.]

You bet. A strong shoulder slick to the touch. And talk about warm, the place was hotter than hell with the A/C cranked.

[Freddy nods again, this time in thanks for the goods. Before he takes a sip though he reaches out to clap a hand on Larry's broad shoulder.]

Was it hard?

[To the touch or to deal with? Anyone who isn't them wouldn't get much of an idea on ambiguity.]

Oh it was. Definitely was.

[Have a genuine gigawatt smile, kid. Uh oh. Someone is coming on over. It's a lanky man with short dreadlocks.]

White, my man with the plan! You forgot your party favor.

[He plops a hand on the bar near one of the old man's paws.]

Thank me later. I gotta scoot. Things to do, places to go. People to do.

[He gives Freddy a wink.]

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