orangetoughguy | log post II

[Right. Whatever that means. Freddy knows it all amounts to something luxurious and expensive which is fine when Larry can afford it. Are they still technically maintaining separate expenses? It's all kind of odd to live with a felon like they've been doing for the past year.]

I'll take your word for it--

[Oof. He stumbles onto the bed, green eyes narrowing for the shove. In retaliation he tugs Larry onto the bed and into an immediate roll so Freddy can wind up half on top of him.]

Yeah cause I got plans for you. [Orange gives a firm near sloppy kiss to the jaw.]

[Breathy laughter is interrupted by the wrestling, then the kiss.]

There's a lot to look forward to.

[Paws move up his spine slow and easy before he rolls to pin the man under him.]

Any shows? Ones you mighta missed?

[An arcade? Now he's getting excited underneath his wave of sleepiness. Sorry Freddy, he's got to move away to pull back the blankets. Don't worry though. He intends to pull him under like he's a dog with a bone.]

I know.

[Freddy says in a matter of fact manner before he's flipped onto his own back. Fff. It's fast and firm enough he has no time to fight back (as if he really wants to anyway).]

I gotta think about that one.

[The kid doesn't say he has a mind to orchestrate his own show for two, let that be a surprise for the old man.]

[Walking the Strip even in the daytime is enjoyable. Behind his sunglasses Larry freely looks at all the glitz of gems and outfits....and opportunities he won't act on. Some people really should not talk about what they brought with em so loudly. The walk is just what the old bear needs to walk off that breakfast buffet.

It's all worth being here longer. Even the late checkout fee. And the dry cleaning bill. Suits are just as well kept when delivered back to them. Like anybody'd notice.]

I gotta tell you, some of these casinos I don't recognize.

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Like that's big news.

[Freddy remarks, hands in his pockets. Is it still suit attire time or is it okay to walk around in jeans and a t-shirt like a tourist or a transplant from Reno yet? Either way, these flappy hands are tucked away except to remove a cigarette when he talks.]

It's okay we can't all be kings of Sin City, not even you.

[Because it's not the real Vegas Mr. White knows or else Orange here could be eating his words on top of that buffet. He doesn't doubt in Vegas--the Vegas they know--this man probably has a connection on a couple blocks.]

Tch. [A shove for you, Mr. Orange. Yeah. They can go casual. No problem at all.] I know it's been a while...and I know it is what it is. C'mon.

[There's an issue of pride. He's a prideful old man. So he may not be a king. How about a lord or a White knight? Knights don't have connections a man can count on both hands in a questionable city.]

Okay, Joker. Since we're here...you feel lucky? Think they gotta have some slots worth visiting.

[Oof. The shove doesn't send him over a curb or anything but it sure gets the kid moving. And laughing.]

I know you know I'm just sayin' the planet's gotten bigger since I Love Lucy.

[Knocking Larry's age is okay right? Because Freddy likes him that way so it should be no thing for a joker, a jester if they want to go by court metaphors. Maybe Larry's a mercenary, and don't the Japanese have a word for a warrior without a lord? That's what Larry would be to him. Oh ho green eyes narrow upon hearing what he's pretty sure is a challenge.]

Maybe. Whatcha wanna do about it?

No shit, Sherlock. Lucy's small fish. The world's bigger since you came around too. I'm sure you find that hard to believe.

[Another shove, not so rough. Freddy'll no doubt recognize it's the old man wanting a little more contact because he can. Except it's a street not a lower balcony.]

Let's go on in and enjoy the air conditioning. Maybe make a buck after you loose three.

[Yessir. He said you.]

Sure but I know how to use the internet.

[Better than Larry can at least, or so he thinks so there. Oof. Freddy recognizes that need for more contact however subtle because sometimes he gets that feeling too although pushing and nudging each other is preferable to holding hands in public. Sorry old man, the kid's got to accept a couple things about himself before that can ever be a reality.]

Oh yeah? If I make more money at any table you owe me a drink.

[Challenge on, Mr. White. But 'any table' is a necessary handicap because this is Lawrence Dimick versus Freddy Newendyke at old school gambling. Realistically the kid doesn't stand a chance and this ain't baseball or Traveller or Guess Who.]

I know how to use the internet and learned how to use a cellular phone. Anything you can do [pointing at that schnoz] I can do [thick thumb pointing at himself] better.

[A friendly challenge. That's the reality. He would love to hold this man's hand out in the open. Because their wants, those kinds of wants, haven't been talked about Larry believes the kid wants the same. Sometimes he takes for granted how much distance the kid has covered in his personal journey. People say too much, too fast can leave a person not completely sorted out.]

Fine. And if you make more money at any table you owe me a drink. Something from the bar. Maybe a mojito.

[Woah. Wait. Stop. Here. Caesar's Palace.]

We'll start here.

[Pointing at his toucan-like bill gets a snort out of the kid. For all the lack of handholding this kind of exchange is just as intimate and affectionate despite the challenges laid down.]

Deal.

[Then he looks up at the chosen place. Of course, a Roman affair as the kid walks into the arena ready to play some gladiator games with the big dogs, or big dog in this case.] You first.

[He gestures for Larry to enter because age before beauty.]

We'll shake on it.

[Open paw and grinning because he's a smug sun of a gun at this game. Freddy is equally matched in that way. They're evenly matched for being so different. That's just how it goes though, ain't it?]

You wanna fly solo and we'll meet up in an hour? Maybe the bar by the pool. You gotta find your own trunks.

[Separate accounts but it always ends up that whatever is purchased is shared from flowers to comics.]

[Flappy hand to open paw is the closest they'll get to holding hands in public right now but he shakes on it gladly.]

Fine that's fair.

[He agrees because seriously White and Orange at the same table wouldn't end well, possibly for anyone else at the table. Freddy looks at his watch to double check the time then he looks up at Larry again.]

Don't stand me up if you don't got anything. [Talk about cocky.]

[Squeeze. Shake. Shake. And disengage just like any other men do.]

Don't feed me a fishing tale. I'll check your pockets.

[Thoroughly. Like that's anything out of the norm. Larry takes a few steps backward before pointing at the kid like he's got a pistol to fire to signal the start of the hour.

He's heading for the black jack table.]

[One hour later. The kid's making his way towards the bar by that big old open pool. There's actually more than one bar as it turns out so he starts with the first one nearest his wing of the casino. He's not walking with a swagger, that's the first sign of a loser ain't it?]

[The old man is at the third one. Yeah. The one in a far most corner. Shit he didn't know it'd be that big. For a minute he thinks about taking a walk but then if he don't show the kid would never let him forget it.

Oh. There he is. Larry uses his network device.]

PING!

[I can see you.]

[Watch this kid take his device out now, read his message, then look around. Nope not this bar. He moves on to the second only to look out once more as if on a hunch.]

Marco.

[He says to himself before typing back to the old man: Don't go Invisible Woman on me. Then he's marching off to the third bar.]

[I gotta be a woman first. Obviously. Though doesn't the kid dig her? Being invisible would have it's advantages. The old man could be all over the kid and no one would notice unless he gave it away.

Larry approaches slowly trying to catch Freddy by surprise from the rear.]

Well. What a coincidence I see you in Vegas of all places.

[Freddy thinks about replying, something along the lines of 'Sue Storm is more than just a woman' but he decides to let it go. He can put the fanboy down when necessary, see? His ears catch Larry before these green eyes do. Freddy turns around and cocks his head to the side. Supercool.]

Just goin' where the wind takes me.

[No jokes. No swagger. No jingle of chips. Is it obvious the kid didn't win much in terms of sweeping the house?]

[If she's more than a woman but still has her tits and no dick she can be an extraordinary woman right? The fact is that she is one of the few women (fictional women are included!) Freddy would go gaga over.]

Blowing and blowing.

[Larry takes another puff out of a...cigar.]

Aren't you gonna show me your winnings?

[In a reverent fashion of course. After all her one true love is Reed and they belong to each other. Freddy can see that, Freddy staunchly protects it, the fanboy. Ahem, anyway, when Larry asks that question Freddy is quick to divert.]

Why don't you show me first? Unless all you got is that. [He upnods at the cigar. A damn cigar. Pff.]

[Hot button words like that will get a man in trouble. That's for everywhere, not just Las Vegas.]

Okay.

[Because Freddy said show the old man turns out his pockets. One is empty the other one is sporting what would be about fifty dollars. Winner, yes. But big winner? Not so much.]

[Well call Freddy Newendyke mighty surprised. Then again Larry did have only an hour to play. What would he get in three hours, something close to a hundred-fifty or fifteen hundred? Maybe now they'll never know. Okay Newendyke, it's your turn. Hands in his pockets the kid turns them out empty...except for one single key.]

I got no dough.

[He plays it off real cool because by all technicality a key is not what they bet on.]

[Do they have to say how much they spent? Because the old man spent about twenty. So in all actuality, he holds in his hands only has thirty dollars.]

So you got a key?

[Brown eyes squint as he leans on in closer to take a look at it.]

What's it to?

I got it until I need to give it back.

[Freddy clarifies without really explaining its origin or how he got it just yet. As for what it's to, there's a room number printed on one side and some kind of 4-digit code attached to the other.]

I don't know. You wanna get yourself a mojito and find out?

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