orangetoughguy | log post II

Sure why not? They're just horses.

[Not dragons or some shit although that would be badass too. But with regards to flying...] Kinda depends on the horse I bet. Some of'em are real rough rides, like bronco busters or something right?

[No innuendo or anything.]

Horses are pretty smart, kid.

[Surely he doesn't need to remind him of that. There's Trigger, Silver who were major stars back in the day.]

I think they got enough that're just ready for a lazy Sunday ride. No rodeo for us.

[Especially when it can happen in their living room in a snap. No innuendo there.]

Your friend any better?

[Hopefully he didn't mean to drop Freddy hard into this home.]

Edited 2011-06-28 19:24 (UTC)

[As smart as a dog or a toucan? Sure he can believe it for some horses but those guys are like celebrities, practically untouchable by the common folk and Freddy is as common as they come. Lawrence Dimick not so much, in his opinion anyway.]

I guess I got time for that with you.

[Freddy shrugs once around a cigarette.] Naw he's kind of a one minute boy you know? A little longer and harder does me a whole lot better.

[Word has it that Silver is stuffed and mounted in some museum. Rest in peace, old friend.]

Okay then.

[Sip on his drink. A lean. Don't look too excited now, Dimick. The truth is he's ecstatic. It's the grin that might be giving it away.]

....and that's good right?

[New and crazy business is this. Freddy isn't worried about their security in this moment. So no need to get worked up over it.]

Uh huh. I don't have time to teach a young kid how to really work his magic. Experience goes a long fuckin' way.

[Sip. Don't think he doesn't see that grin, Lawrence Dimick. As for security, he trusts Billy not to look into where exactly he dropped Freddy. That he landed on Larry is a pretty good indicator he tapped into only the idea of home and not necessarily its physical location. The kid can probably wish Freddy out of the place anytime he wants though...but he wouldn't actually do it...he hopes.]

[Don't tell him that detail of wishing the kid out. That is distressing. And no one likes Mr. White distressed.]

I bet you could teach him a thing or two.

[No innuendo there. Larry's still smiling thinking about horseback riding with his good, good pal here. Shit he can be such a dope with Freddy around.]

You could be some uh hero coach or something.

[A hero coach...a hero coach he says. That makes two dopes in this kitchen.]

That would be so fucking cool.

[The human with no super powers to his name being an authority on how to responsibly wield power. Shit that's basically what an FTO is, but he'd be an FTO at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning or for the Teen Titans or something. Way fucking cool. Only in his dreams of course and the kid's just fine being a plain old badge who happens to be in love with a first class crook.]

I mean, if you wanted to. You got other things to do but I think you could give good pointers. You know how it all works.

[Another sip. Hopefully Larry will never be regret his mouth running without any kind of a filter. Though Freddy would be a valuable asset. No more valuable than the other occupant of this apartment and taking up the other side of the bed. That's pretty fucking important.]

So you wanna scope out the farm.

[Larry nudges Freddy's foot.]

It'll be a swing by since I gotta work this evening.

[And price cameras.]

[Nudged, the kid looks up and smiles...behind a facade of nonchalance.]

Sure I can spare the time. [He gulps down the rest of his drink then puts his cigarette out in it like a super cool guy. Except the cup is plastic.] Oh shit!

[So much for that, now they need another cup too.]

[Clunk of his own cup down, Larry grabs Freddy's and puts it under the faucet. Too late now though the water runs through the sizable hole. He laughs.]

Knuckle head.

[Well, he'll finish his.]

I needa change. How about a driveby? We'll grab food. But you'll need to be careful.

[Freddy rubs the back of his neck feeling a little dumb for letting that happen. At least Larry finds it funny.]

Sure. [Wait.] Careful of what?

[Here. Larry'll rub his head now.]

Any more accidents. You met your quota. And I don't wanna have to come home and change, pal. No hard feelin's.

[Ffffff. Freddy just snorts over that.] Yeah yeah go put another shirt on.

[Freddy too, seeing as how he also has some rum and coke on him but he was too busy telling his story to notice. He throw on a Fantastic Four shirt on to commemorate the event thanks, under some lightweight flannel of course.]

[The old man brought a jacket in case if it gets cold on the trail. Late afternoon with tacos digesting in their bellies they pull up to the farm. Larry tries to keep his demeanor cool if not indifferent. A smile keeps on coming onto his face.

And there is no way to hide it when they get into the barn.]

Holy shit they got more than a few.

[Nothing like some kind of a dollar fifty pony ride at a fair.]

You know this whole time I kinda thought you meant renting a horse from a stable.

[Not hijacking a horse on their own terms even if it's just for a little while. Not that Freddy is backing out either, he's walking on in right after Lawrence Dimick, flannel tied around his waist to boldly display the blue 4 on his chest.]

[Larry waves off the comment and goes to introduce himself to a few of those long faces looking over the stall doors.]

Just a little while. Besides, how're we supposed to know there's some office or somethin'. Did you see any signs anywhere?

[Yep. They're doing this the Dimick way. Horsing around.]

How're you, buddy?

[The first horse has a two tone nose and wants to get attention from those paws.]

No, I didn't see a thing.

[Freddy admits with a shake of his head. The Dimick way it is then. Besides it sounds fun and exciting like they're a pair of teenagers just screwing around and for rarely not screwing that way. Seeing Larry talk to a horse like the long face is a friend in the making also brings a smile to his own.]

Uh, hi. [He tries it too towards a gray-faced silver-maned horse who just snorts at him.]

[Just men and horses. They'll come to an understanding on their own.]

Here, lemme try that guy. Say hi to my friend here.

[Larry pulls at Freddy to touch on the painted horse while he tries to reason with the other.]

Bet you guys wouldn't mind goin' for a walk right? Huh?

[He's not undone by the snorting. Hand flat he sees if the horse decides to be more agreeable. There are plenty others here.]

[He's letting Larry take the lead in this situation so Freddy shifts his focus from the silver bullet to the cow splotched equine.]

Hi.

[Again. The kid touches this horse who seems to be a little more agreeable. Who knows why. Wuffle wuffle, its lipping his knuckles. No treats? Fff.] Do you know how to put the stuff on'em?

[He's asking Larry because if he doesn't well all Freddy has to go by are his Jonah Hex comics and a couple Clint Eastwood movies.]

[Oh good. Freddy has a buddy. Just when Larry is about to give silver bullet the boot he comes around. He likes his ears scratched.]

Uh huh. Looks like they got their gear not far off. You keep playing nice. I'll handle it.

[He gives Silver a pat and then goes to figure out what to do with the painted horse.]

You wanna give this guy a go? He seems like less of an asshole.

[Clink of metal in the buckles as he finds one bridle. The Wisconsin cowboy knows enough to get it on silver.]

Okay. [That said to Larry, then he's talking to the horse.] You're kind of a big guy huh?

[Pat pat. Cow's average for a horse, not exactly the biggest stallion in here, but he's a lot bigger than Freddy Newendyke that's for sure. Just wait for when Freddy has to hop onto him. Sure ain't like mounting Christie Love.] Yeah, I can handle this. I could handle an asshole too but I might be a little mean about it.

[Freddy shrugs, passing off Silver's 'tude like it ain't no thing. Fff. This Californian is following that Wisconsinite's motions but always a step behind in case he gets it wrong.]

I think you two'll get along just fine.

[Cow takes to the bridle just fine.] That's a good boy. [Many reassuring pats. So far so good. Saddle blanket only to be followed by saddle. Larry does the honors because it takes both hands and the height.]

Okay. I think that about covers it.

[Larry hands over the reins.]

Lemme hitch up my guy. We'll walk out together.

[Freddy's watching and learning but mostly watching because he's never seen Larry act so professional and cool towards something that wasn't crook-related. As a matter of fact, Larry's treatment towards the horses reminds him a lot of what the old man's mentioned of Truck. Just a boy and his dog, an old man and his horses.]

Who taught you about horses?

[Or did he, like a young Freddy Newendyke, learn by devouring books? Except horseback riding is more applicable to real life than how to capture Galactus.]

Huh? [He's been roused from his kinda horse driven lala land.]

I watched a lotta cowboy movies, you know. So uh I read everything I could. Then when I was able to get around on a bike I found stables and watched then gave it a try myself.

[Without permission. Thus the Dimick Method of Horsemanship was born. Silver is saddled and Larry leans him out nice and easy.]

Not quite a cowboy but good enough.

Got it. [The kid knows exactly how reading your way to greatness goes.] Bullshit all you need is a hat. You got the jeans already.

[He doesn't see Larry as a leather chaps and bandana kind of guy. Just a t-shirt, some denim, a cigarette, and a hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. Oh and sweat too. And the smell of rugged testosterone--right. Freddy rouses himself from his kinda Cowboy Dimick driven la la land. He leads the Cow out after Silver.]

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