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
Entry tags:
phone post
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
[Well gosh Ray now you're just going above and beyond the call of duty but far be it for Freddy to refuse dessert of all things.]
ill keep you posted and im holding you to dessert man
ill keep you posted and im holding you to dessert man
Just don't plan on getting everything on the menu. [He still needs a steady job, after all.]
[Freddy's already got a table claimed. He's chilling there with some soda, salsa, and a cigarette, because he was nice enough not to order before Eames. He's waiting for the guy.]
[ Eames doesn't leave Orange waiting for too long, strolling in on his break from the shop. He drops into the chair across from him, mouth curling upward. ]
Long time no lunch. I heard you've been partnering up with Ariadne.
Long time no lunch. I heard you've been partnering up with Ariadne.
We work in the same building. It just happened.
[He shrugs once, casual, like he's explaining how he and some girl just hooked up without Eames knowing. Sometimes that's what Orange thinks other people are thinking when he and Ariadne are out together.]
[He shrugs once, casual, like he's explaining how he and some girl just hooked up without Eames knowing. Sometimes that's what Orange thinks other people are thinking when he and Ariadne are out together.]
Only an observation. I'm not too keen on making the new bloke at the shop your replacement.
Not good enough huh?
[Have a menu pushed at you, Eames.]
[Have a menu pushed at you, Eames.]
A little too smooth for me.
[ Eames takes it with a hum of thanks, glancing through the specials. ]
[ Eames takes it with a hum of thanks, glancing through the specials. ]
Too smooth? Who the fuck do you have?
[Puff puff over a laugh.]
[Puff puff over a laugh.]
Some guy named Mister Blonde. [ He orders some tacos and a cola from the waitress, smiling a bit at her as he forks over the menu. ]
[COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH. That was a terrible sip of his soda. He even loses the cigarette in his miniature fit.]
What.
What.
Woah-
[ Eames sits up in his chair, catching the cigarette before it can fall in the salsa. ] You all right?
[ Eames sits up in his chair, catching the cigarette before it can fall in the salsa. ] You all right?
I'm fine. [Squeaky wheezy voice.] Wrong pipe.
[Hard to believe coming from a guy who's mastered the art of deep throating.] Thanks.
[He gestures for his cigarette.]
[Hard to believe coming from a guy who's mastered the art of deep throating.] Thanks.
[He gestures for his cigarette.]
[ Soda's more bubbly than cum, so Eames will give him that, anyway. He passes it off, the column pinched between two fingers. ]
Sure, man.
Sure, man.
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