Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
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☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
No. My dad wasn't a church goin' kind of guy. What does your dad go away for?
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To make music. He says that people need to know what rock and roll is and he has to bring it to them or else they'll listen to crap.
[Okay he's laughing.]
Well your dad's got some pretty neat goals.
Well your dad's got some pretty neat goals.
My daddy's cool. Cooler than you.
How's your dad cooler than me? I bet he's older too.
[Freddy, are you seriously arguing with a second grader?]
He's got a beard and a motorcycle and stuff.
He's got a beard and a motorcycle and stuff.
[Totally.]
I got a motorcycle. I could grow a beard if I really wanted to.
I got a motorcycle. I could grow a beard if I really wanted to.
But you don't have a beard now, right?
Hey hey it takes time to grow that stuff don't you know?
Then you're not cool yet.
[And that's her final judgment.]
[And that's her final judgment.]
[There's a place around a corner and two blocks down that Orange picks because it's out of sight of the garage. They serve gyros here, delicious juicy gyros, but Orange isn't having any of it. He'll just nurse a pita and a smoke until Eames shows up.]
[ BOOM. 'Tis Eames. Eames isn't all that certain as to Orange's sudden fall out with the shop - considering he's the only mechanic other than Saya, it seems somewhat distressing, even. Tensions had been high even upon first step of Orange's right foot into her office, and while Eames hadn't been able to overhear exactly what they were going on about, it had thusly ended in the man storming off while Saya, on her part, looked unperturbed. So, Eames picks his way over, stepping into the small entryway, squinting slightly as his eyes adjust to the darker surroundings. Spotting Orange, he makes his way over, plopping down into the chair across from him. ]
Quite the tiff, you two.
Quite the tiff, you two.
[He's got that restless look to him, knee subtly bouncing up and down under the table. That's what the cigarette is supposed to cure among other things like being fucking gassed with pheromones but Orange is unaware that that's exactly what happened. Orange just knows he can't one hundred percent trust Saya not to pull something ridiculous(ly dangerous) again and that leaves one of the better garages in the city short a mechanic, which leaves Eames in kind of a spot doesn't it?]
Don't fuckin' kid yourself, she's a brick wall.
[At least he doesn't say trust no bitch. Just when Orange is taking another pull a waitress comes by to inform him there's NO SMOKING in this establishment. Fuck modern day health concerns, no really, fuck'em. He puts his cigarette out in the pita.]
Don't fuckin' kid yourself, she's a brick wall.
[At least he doesn't say trust no bitch. Just when Orange is taking another pull a waitress comes by to inform him there's NO SMOKING in this establishment. Fuck modern day health concerns, no really, fuck'em. He puts his cigarette out in the pita.]
[ For a moment, Eames just takes the time to observe him, and at least with the waitress tutting her tongue at Orange he can get her attention for a lamb gyro, a beer for Orange, a water for himself. Leaning back into his chair, he folds his arms across his chest, waiting until she's left with a frown, the sort of annoyed tension that stiffens her hips when she walks away. ]
That's not necessarily a new trait that she's picked up, though.
That's not necessarily a new trait that she's picked up, though.
[That's a nice touch. Freddy should say thank you but maybe he forgets his manners in favor of continuing to bitch and moan about what he should have seen coming. Eames is right, it's not a new trait, hell Orange has said the same about her. Maybe it just didn't matter until she got personal about it.]
No it's not so keep it mind if she gets it in her head to fuck around with people you know. [To clarify:] Outside of work.
No it's not so keep it mind if she gets it in her head to fuck around with people you know. [To clarify:] Outside of work.
[ Curiosity peaked now, being that Eames is generally easy when it comes to it, he leans forward again, propping his elbows up onto the edge of the table. ]
Something personal, then?
Something personal, then?
[Orange drops his gaze a bit to the hole he made with the cigarette.]
Yeah. It was a personal. [Then his gaze lifts back up to Eames.] She ever look at you funny? Really look at you, black eyes like a shark or somethin'.
That's how White described it, kinda.]
Yeah. It was a personal. [Then his gaze lifts back up to Eames.] She ever look at you funny? Really look at you, black eyes like a shark or somethin'.
That's how White described it, kinda.]
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