orangetoughguy | log post II

Now I gotta walk it off.

[Which is exactly what they're doing. He eyes that hand at his belly. Boy all this high living he might have another spare tire. Though they sure get exercise too. Only time can tell.]

Well we [You.] can use the exercise.

[Another pat pat then he tucks his hands into his pockets, Larry's that is, only to pull out a pack of Chesterfields.]

Smoke?

[Like he needs to ask, but he's asking because the nicotine addiction really offsets the notion of exercise and Freddy knows it. After that he'll go for a Marlboro.]

[As long as he can keep up with this kid.]

Fucking mind reader.

[Larry cranes his neck for the Chesterfield put right between his lips.]

Every time I turn around you got a new super power.

[The cigarette bobs up and down as he talks. No, he's not a kiss ass. Not a chance. Just stating the obvious. Yep.]

So. Best of the weekend was that Thor guy.

I just suck it off from the next guy.

[No he's not dirty-minded. Actually wait yes maybe he is or maybe Larry just makes him feel that way. Puff puff, he makes a couple rings after lighting up his own cigarette.]

Best of the weekend was being fucking alive.

Makes sense.

[Zero to gutter. And the old man follows him right there. Smoke rings show more clearly in open night are than the already air of a bar.]

Being here.

[Because it ain't so bad. It's the next best thing.]

Not being undead.

[Larry gets a shiver still thinking about that ugly as sin homeless woman who almost took a chunk out of Freddy.]

What makes you think I'm not undead?

[Call him morbid call him pale, he spent...well less than six years but he certainly followed Larry's trail like a good deputy dog. Anyway the kid flashes a broad grin that shows his teeth, in particular his unusually pointy looking fangs.]

Maybe I'm a different kind of undead.

[Sure he was bitten by some guy who was a vampire for all he knew but experiences like last week's help a man laugh at the small stuff. Without many people on this particular street Freddy feels bold enough to hover his mouth this close to Larry's neck.]

[Pale but freckled, that's what you call a European complexion right?]

What big teeth you have.

[His mouth is pretty big too. Bark and bite ready and able to deal something nasty.]

Guess it ain't smart for me to be talking a long walk at night with you.

[Oh shit. Larry exhales smoke which also happens to expose his neck a little more. The breath on there makes him about break out in goosebumps.]

So that how you're gonna do it? Gain my trust, get close and friendly then drag me into some alley?

Hey I'm not a street mutt. [Nip.] I got a doghouse and I'm draggin' you to it.

[To his 'lair' which happens to be just one more block up.]

[The touch of teeth almost make him drop his cigarette.]

And I bet you haven't even had your shots. You dirty ruthless son of a bitch. You don't care. You're gonna maul me, aren't you?

[Perfect timing.]

But don't you know, I'm not nobody's victim.

I'm foamin' at the mouth for you already.

[Puff. This smoke ring finds itself blown towards the space under Larry's collar.]

Oh yeah? So what's that make you?

[He's hoping for a juicy bone. Freddy presses his hand against the small of Larry's back to get him moving towards the building faster.]

Maybe I should start running.

[His arm is off of Freddy though the old man doesn't take off.]

You could say I gotta thing for monsters. I don't scare easy.

[Would that make him a hunter? That shove gets Larry walking at a faster pace ahead of him. Are they gonna play it like this? Brown eyes look on over his shoulder.]

You can't outrun Fast Freddy.

[Another couple pulls and he's slowing his own pace to give Larry a 'head start'. The plan is to chase him right into the elevator, try to get those doors to close before he slips through, then savage him right in the lift. Though not all the way, some monsters have brains too okay? A flick of that cigarette makes the kid a litterer but no one's around to give him a ticket. Freddy starts advancing.]

Can't blame a guy for trying.

[The half finished Chesterfield meets the pavement and is crushed out by one of those fine Italian loafers. Off he goes. Speed is not on the old man's side. There's their building. Even though Larry wants to turn to look how far away the kid is, he steels himself. That'll only slow him down. Ears open he can hear footsteps. Book it, old man. Pretend this is football and your delaying the tackle.]

[Right through the lobby doors like it's no thing.

The kid is stalking, on the prowl, the guard at the desk just thinks they're weird. Oh yeah there are rumors but an apartment's an apartment and happy tenants make a guard's life easier. Better get that elevator, Dimick, or is he gonna take the stairs?]

[Pant. Pant. He wants to take the elevator but then wouldn't the chase be over? Stairs or elevator? Larry bites the bullet and makes his way up the stairs.

The guard gets a wave and onward he goes. Chances are there is talk. After all, he and his alternate see them about every time. Though no one has any proof. The old man and kid could be European. They're a damn handsy, strange folk.

Oh shit. There is the kid.]

[Freddy keeps his mouth shut until they're well within...the well. Up and up he goes, menacing turning into humor for a moment.]

Man don't you watch scary movies? Never run upstairs.

[Up and up the kid goes. His legs may be shorter but Freddy Newendyke is acquainted with vaulting steps. Really this is kind of a broken chase; Lawrence Dimick outruns the law with ease on a regular basis. Though he doesn't think Larry is slowing down significantly for his benefit either. And here's their floor.]

Cuz the elevator's so secure?

[Beasts like the one on his tail could cut the wiring and send him down the shaft. No pun intended. Though one thing is sure he's gonna end up screwed.

Key out, the old man steps back facing the menace.]

This where we'll do our stand off...or the roof?

[Stand off like he stands a chance. Mr. White knows the score. The surprise dinner, paying for it no less...]

[Now Larry's on the right track. Surprise dinner, paying for it, getting chased down, working up a light sweat, the kid has only two words for Lawrence Dimick. These hands paw at his blazer to pull them up close, face to face.]

Get inside.

[There's still breath in his lungs and plenty of fight left. That doesn't mean he'll win. His lip curls back in a silent growl. Reaching behind he turns the lock and fumbles with the knob. Snap snap like he means to bite that exquisite nose.]

You won't take me alive.

Wanna bet?

[Again with the hands around his midsection, except this time they're trying to pull his clothes apart. Home sweet fucking home all over again. Awk. Oops, quiet quiet, don't rouse the toucan. He bites at Larry's neck oh so silently.]

[A mouth full of protesting words and it's gone, fucking stolen from him. Sure his skin isn't breaking but the damage to his demeanor is severe. Larry might not recover. Freddy's coming on like a hurricane. The old man feels swept up.]

Fuck!

[Hissed softly. That awk wasn't at full volume either. Did those flappy hands turn into claws? Because his shirt is pulled up out of his pants and buttons are hardly fastened--maybe they're pulled apart. Could be his imagination. Larry's own hands are pulling at the kid's belt.]

[Hehehe, oh shit was that a giggle from the kid? Look he can't help trying to hide his amusement over Larry's reaction to his teeth, his hands. Sam's down here though so like the hypocrite he is Freddy starts tugging Larry towards the stairs. Up the steps and don't trip.]

Get in.

[The bathroom. Not the bedroom.]

[Laughing? Pffft. Toucan play at this game, Freddy. Larry shoves the coat off of Freddy's shoulders and claws at his back. His own shirt has to come off right? Buttons to undo. Shoes to move on out of. Whoops, whoops. Where are we goin' now?]

Easier mess to clean up, huh?

[Growl and clawing as he takes a nip of his own at Freddy's ear. He'll let go and fall into step. So there they are now in the bathroom. Larry pushes off to put his back to the wall. The old man loosens his tie panting open mouthed.]

[Tug tug on that ear.] You need a shower anyway.

[He utters that against Larry's skin. Up in the bathroom with the door shut they can make a little more noise. The running water helps filter it out. Somehow Freddy's lost a shoe, his jacket, his shirt, and his belt's loose too. Oh but his tie is still on. Yeah anyway in just a couple more pulls and pushes he manages to get one of them down to their socks and undies of choice.]

Fine.

[Like he's got an idea of refusing. Fat chance. The kid is the alpha calling the shots. The old man's gotta strip now too. Tie on the floor. His shirt is coming undone to barely hang on his body. Now his pants to hang open in the same way.]

Thought you liked it dirty.

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