orangetoughguy | log post II

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[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.]

[.......On the inside Freddy's not sure what to say to this other guy. He's mostly interested in what the man just left on the table. On the outside he gives a smirk for the remark, the kind that says "Don't I know it. Sitting right here on my dick is where it's at for any girl's ass." Uh huh.]

You're popular.

[This he says to Larry and only after the other guy's gone.]

I know them, they know me.

[He waits and stares at the other man until he's sure he's gone before pulling his hand away as if it were burned.

There's a little bag right there on the table filled with white powder. The benefactor left a rolled up 20 in there too. A perfect little kit sitting right fucking there. Damn.]

Thought I was off the hook. I left that at the pool table. Shouldn't someone have just picked that shit up?

[Honesty among thieves isn't always a good thing.]

Thanks. I owe you one.

[Freddy says in the most casual way possible before he takes the bag and puts it in his own pocket. Nothing doing. That's the end of it. He's fairly sure Larry isn't going to make a scene about it (if he knows what's good for him. Another sip of Dark Lord goes here.]

Are you gonna invite me to the next party?

[Time slows up and brown eyes watch the cursed package disappear into those freckled fingers. His gaze moves up to the man's face. Is the kid disgusted? It's Freddy's. Larry's trying to convince himself right now that he doesn't want it. It isn't worth it. Why do they have to put that goddamn coke in front of his nose?]

You're welcome.

[No scene here. The music and sound of the party comes filtering right on in and he can see the whole picture.]

Of course. Unless I don't have to come.

[He looks down to fiddle for a cigarette.

[He's not disgusted per se, he just knows temptation when he sees it and Larry's tempted by proximity. Can Freddy blame him? What would he do if someone left their first issue of The Incredible Hulk on the bar? He'd be tempted too. Okay comics and crack aren't exactly the same thing (some people say otherwise) but the point is the kid gets it. He's not disgusted just because Larry's tempted. He would be disgusted if the old man picked up the bag and made lines with it, disgusted with himself too for not doing better to help Lawrence Dimick kick the habit. As it stands Freddy is still calm and casual.]

Cool.

[Feet shuffle off the barstool to dangle over the bar's edge.] How much longer are we gonna be here?

[How many more times will he have to confiscate narcotics? Thank fucking christ these people don't know he's a cop.]

Yeah. That's you all over.

[Cool like a glass of pop on a sweltering hot day, that's Freddy right now.]

Ten minutes by my watch but I think it's fast.

[The first drag of the Chesterfield is slow.]

Follow me.

[He steps out from behind the bar reaching past Freddy to grab his glass.]

Take your drink.

[Another 'modest' shrug.] I try.

[For a brief second he panics on the inside, thinking Larry's gonna reach for the bag, but it's only the glass he wants. Whew. Immediately the kid feels guilty for even thinking it but if the old man can't tell there was a flicker of concern then nothing doing. He's got his Dark Lord tagging along.]

Where are we goin'?

[He asks just to keep a casual conversation flowing. As far as he knows no one is any wiser although he hasn't seen Lucky yet either.]

[The old man wishes he could say with all honesty that trying to get the goods is the farthest thing from his mind. It crossed his mind, not enough to follow through. That'd be a betrayal of trust, the kid's trust in his self-control and the trust that he wants to conquer his addiction. Larry has his smoke and his drink. No other physical meets can be met (right now).]

One more walk around and then clockin' out.

[White is on the prowl again. His eyes are looking for anything he needs to get involved in...like thievery.]

You'll be okay enough to take Christie, right?

Got it. [Freddy nods before getting a cigarette out himself. He lights the stick up and puffs.] Anything I can help with?

[Something that can actually put his cop know-how to good use? It's kind of ironic given their backgrounds that Larry would have a security gig now.]

Oh yeah, Christie's a good girl. I treat her right and she treats me like gold.

[Come on Dimick, it's just his second beer. There's nothing special in this Dark Lord stuff...is there?]

Let me know if there's something I missed.

[Because being vigilant is hard when he's mentally a foot out the door. That's no way to be when you're security. That's how shit happens.]

I know she is. You two look good together.

[And he means it. Freddy's no lightweight, the Dark Lord isn't heavy hitting or laced. The old man just wants to be safe and sure that the whole damn day isn't fucked. It'd be the last fucking thing he needs.]

Okay.

[He's packing small at the ankle but size doesn't matter as Freddy's proven time and time again. Green eyes glance aside once more to throw a smile and wink Larry's way.]

I've seen the PSAs, man. It's cool. I brought my helmet.

[And the old man's, since these seem to be a Big Deal. If Larry can abstain from snorting a line then Freddy can strap on his damn helmet everytime, even if he doesn't want to.]

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