orangetoughguy | log post II

[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?

[So that is a room key then. Huh. Larry tries to quell a grin by taking a look around them. Hands in his pockets now. He shrugs.]

I guess I can.

[Except wasn't it that the kid would get him something? Wait. He must have got himself something good. The old man nods.]

Be back in a minute.

[Because he does want a mojito. It's more than a minute but he'll return, kid. Interests are piqued. What's in store now.]

Wait. [Come on now he didn't forget.] Here.

[Amidst some lint and a cigarette butt that falls to the ground Freddy manages to fish out a coin which he tosses Larry's way like he's Harvey Dent and the old man's someone he's decided to cut some slack.]

[That's a good, honest guy. He catches that coin and the whole Two-Faced toss is lost on him. Once in his grip he looks it over and pretends to take a bite to make sure it's real before starting to turn away.]

Thanks, sir. [Like it's a tip.] You want anything?

[Freddy shrugs.] I don't got money for two drinks.

[Not in cash anyway. He leaves that up to Larry's discretion who has a knack for knowing just what the kid likes anyway. When Larry comes back Freddy's ready to go. He's finally figured out what the 'V' stands for on the key tag.]

Come on, we don't got long.

[Yes, there's a window of time involved not to mention a walk around the pool area then up a corridor.]

[Larry does though. In fact he comes back with two mojitos. So there. Follow he does with both drinks like some older valet. Personal handler. The kid is the VIP.]

Lead the way, bucko.

[Where are they going?]

[The 'V' on the room number stands for 'villa' while the 4-digit code is the access key to the villa itself. The kid figured this part out based on plain old gumshoe work. Also maybe the girl who gave him the key told him so and Freddy figured out what she meant only now. Either way the kid knows what's up.]

Thanks.

[He takes his glass for a sip only to hand it back to Larry to make him carry it. On they go around a corner to an archway of Greco-Roman luxury. Villa 3, G for Greek. He tries the key and when prompted for the code Freddy feeds it with mental fingers crossed. Access granted. In they go, he gestures for Larry to step in first.]

[The old man figures that Freddy knows exactly what he's doing at this moment. Maybe not all the time, and that's okay. But this moment? Yep. He's got that swagger and it's a pleasure to follow him. Even as a butler, valet whatever the shit. He should have brought a whole damn tray.]

Don't mind if I do.

[Into the villa he goes. Woah. Nice digs indeed. He doesn't say anything, not while the door is open but eyebrows do lift as he waits for the kid.]

[After Larry's in the kid slides up and shuts the door. When the lock clicks these hands start flapping.]

So there was this guy, right? I mean a real high roller type, dice and chips fuckin' everywhere. Well he's got a taste for some of the girls but you know this ain't two-bit Reno or Atlantic City type shit going around.

[Freddy continues his story which more or less amounts to the kid being a dealing girl's knight in denim armor against a sleaze who happens to only look and gamble higher than what he really has in his bank account. As favors go the girl owed him one and while Freddy's not the type to collect he's not the type to say 'no' when the right kind of offer's on the table too.]

"Keep your girlfriend in for the night," she said.

[The kid repeats in her girlish tone.] Don't ask me what made her think I'm not a bachelor. [A shrug goes here.]

And all this is for real?

[He holds up a drink as if to say stop.]

Not callin' this one untrue but that's a whopper. [Believable too. The damn kid is a good guy. Larry's beaming with pride at the kid for this tale.]

And so you got us this place.

[Which is very, very nice on it's own. The old man takes a sip. Hopefully it's his drink. Oops.]

You kinda got a ladykiller thing going on. In case you didn't know. Some kind of a loyal hound dog. Too bad about the girlfriend.

[Would they insert boyfriend? Lawrence Dimick is no boy.]

Does it feel fake? [Freddy pokes at a Greek urn decorated with tawny men on black ceramic. Oops poked a little too hard, he flaps just in time to catch it from teetering off its pedestal.]

I took a chance at a table. It counts.

[Another shrug. As for the ladykiller loyal hound dog bit, these green eyes narrow while a brow cocks upward.] Yeah man, fuck her running out on me for some big old hung son of a bitch.

[The kind who wears a sequin sock.]

Woah. Woah. [Hands over to help but don't lay on in case he's gonna hinder more than help. Okay. There we go.]

Sure did. I would call this a payout, kid.

[So it's just them and this joint. It's all.like some kind of island temple. But to Poseidon or Eros?]

Guess I'll just have to do then, huh?

Trust me you're better than anything she could snag. [Another casual supercool remark as he takes one of those mojitos again to sip, and this time Freddy keeps it with him.] Come on, I'll give you the grand tour. See we got a fuckin' piano because acoustic music is classy.

[The kid's winging the grand tour. He doesn't know jack about the reproduction antiques over there, only that they're showing Greek men in various athletic poses. See these tusks? Sure they're probably from elephants but you know what sounds way cooler?]

They got that from a T-Rex.

[Words like that are gold. Larry lifts his glass before taking a sip.]

Boy oh boy. What a high roller you are. Didn't think I'd be somewhere this nice.

[With the tables turned he can happily go into this role of being lead around.]

Just how you like it, huh?

Uh huh. I mean a T-Rex is kinda typical, what they could use is a Spinosaurus.

[Hands are flapping but not flapping enough to jostle his mojito. Eventually the floors turn from glossy marble to a slightly more textured sheetrock. That's because they're entering the bathing area complete with shower on one side, john on the other, and a hot tub smack dab in the middle. Part those curtains over there and they get a one way view of the pool area from the second level.]

Neat huh? I bet it fits two. [Freddy Newendyke may or may not be edging closer to Lawrence Dimick.]

Only the best for you.

[One lucky fuck this Newendyke is.]

That's what you call a view. Damn.

[The writing is on the wall. Still he'll play guest. The old man does pop a button on his Hawaiian shirt.]

Maybe we should give it a try. Looks big enough. Could be just how it looks. Even if it's a tight squeeze...

Once in a lifetime kinda deal.

[The villa or spending this time with Larry? Either way Freddy's real lucky, he couldn't have known the odds he played but the kid played well. He takes another sip with one hand while using the other to help the old man with a second button.]

You're full of great ideas.

[Whoops there goes a second button. His fingers must have slipped.]

So you're saying I better not pass it up.

[Even though the old man is called Two Guns that one hand trick is nifty.]

Let me try it first so I know it's right for you.

[To hell with it all of those come undone.]

Would you wanna?

[That's it, old man, the kid is smiling. He takes Larry's mojito away to make it easier on him. Glasses down to one side Freddy moves to get the water started himself.]

How warm?

[...After he figures out the way a fancy hot tub works of course.]

Yes. I do.

[Another sip from his own. Oh. There's a dual function for those pedestals besides look pretty and hold vases, it'll hold his mojito. If he could read Freddy's mind and see that train of thought involving spending more time and being lucky. It's perfect.]

I can stand the heat. [The wife beater is off. Belt is coming off too. There'll be time enough to figure that out by the time the old bear is in the buff.]

[It's probably not the smartest idea for Freddy to work the hot tub controls while he's taking in the sight of Lawrence Dimick stripping down to nothing. Whoops that jet's too strong. Oh hey here's a preset button: soak.]

I wouldn't wanna burn you.

[The kid says like there's no potential double meaning to his words. There we go, the tub's filling with mild bubbling water. Lukewarm for now. How far's the old man got with his clothes yet? These hands are free to peel off the last layers.]

[Oh good. Now he can help him take off those pants and briefs.]

You? Burn me?

[He gives a dismissive look but it isn't meant at all. Shoes can be toed off. Socks won't come off themselves though.]

...I'm not gonna go in all on my own right?

[It's only a flimsy question.]

Want me to help you out of those duds?

I can be pretty intense. [Freddy argues and seeing those pants and briefs still on he reaches out to start peeling the rest of his garments off.]

Nope. I'll be joining you but I wanna see you in it first. [Then as if to answer his question without words, Orange raises his arms up for White to do with his clothes what he will.] I'm not used to this fancy stuff you know? But I learn real fast.

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