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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✉ NETWORK
There he is breaking Larry out of his thoughts. Appreciation is plain on his face as he looks over Freddy from head to toe. Simple clothing choices for other people come off so fucking well. He's still a young gun, younger than himself. Jesus Christ does he look good.
"San Domingo's," he is able to answer as he studies. Mr. White has not stopped loving and caring about Mr. Orange who has become a far more complicated person than he had ever thought. A kid in a leather jacket is never just a kid in a leather jacket. "We haven't been in a while. They're the one that's got the outdoor seating with the fountain."
They have been there before. Their dining habits could map out their neck of the city if they tried. Larry recalls them liking that place the best. Revisiting would cheer them both. Familiar haunts aren't the same here as in the states. How many years will it be since they've been on home soil? The old man balks at his own mental question. All they have is here. That's what matters.
"San Domingo's," he is able to answer as he studies. Mr. White has not stopped loving and caring about Mr. Orange who has become a far more complicated person than he had ever thought. A kid in a leather jacket is never just a kid in a leather jacket. "We haven't been in a while. They're the one that's got the outdoor seating with the fountain."
They have been there before. Their dining habits could map out their neck of the city if they tried. Larry recalls them liking that place the best. Revisiting would cheer them both. Familiar haunts aren't the same here as in the states. How many years will it be since they've been on home soil? The old man balks at his own mental question. All they have is here. That's what matters.
"Sounds good," Freddy nods.
He notices the way Larry's eyes roam over him too so he gives the guy a quick casual wink. See? All's good in Freddy's hood. For now. That brief time alone to change his clothes sort of helped--or maybe harmed. His freckled hand hovers over the various keys they have hanging.
"Which car?"
Because they have more than one. Never could he have imagined a life like this on home soil. Appreciate it, Newendyke. People died for it.
He notices the way Larry's eyes roam over him too so he gives the guy a quick casual wink. See? All's good in Freddy's hood. For now. That brief time alone to change his clothes sort of helped--or maybe harmed. His freckled hand hovers over the various keys they have hanging.
"Which car?"
Because they have more than one. Never could he have imagined a life like this on home soil. Appreciate it, Newendyke. People died for it.
"Hmmm," Larry actually has to think about it. "Let's take the Mustang." American metal might comfort the kid more. Fuck, he can drive too. The old man feels more at ease with the wink and being game to pick a different ride. Everyone has their moments.
"Take it easy though, will you? I think it needs the oil changed one of these days." Except Freddy would know about that more so than the old man. So many cars means so many projects to undertake if he's up to them.
They could have died for this.
"Take it easy though, will you? I think it needs the oil changed one of these days." Except Freddy would know about that more so than the old man. So many cars means so many projects to undertake if he's up to them.
They could have died for this.
Freddy loops the Mustang keying over his finger.
"Relax. I'm a professional."
Again he smiles, wanting to have nothing more than a pleasant evening together. One of many. One after the other for the last couple years. He leads the way to their garage. It's a warmer sunset, that means they'll take off with the top down.
"Relax. I'm a professional."
Again he smiles, wanting to have nothing more than a pleasant evening together. One of many. One after the other for the last couple years. He leads the way to their garage. It's a warmer sunset, that means they'll take off with the top down.
The sky ignites Freddy's hair. Oh fuck is it all so beautiful. The light, the cars and Freddy standing there. He cant loop his arm around him immediately but Larry does reach to touch his hair.
"Okay, Mr. Professional." Fucking Professional like way back when... "I'm entrusting you."
He licks his lips and doesn't say much more. Now isn't the moment but in this moment he realizes what he wants to do. What he should do. It's simple and somehow an obvious decision to most. That would tie up an important end. His own thoughts paint a stupid grin onto his face.
"Okay, Mr. Professional." Fucking Professional like way back when... "I'm entrusting you."
He licks his lips and doesn't say much more. Now isn't the moment but in this moment he realizes what he wants to do. What he should do. It's simple and somehow an obvious decision to most. That would tie up an important end. His own thoughts paint a stupid grin onto his face.
"Thanks," Freddy replies, giving a boyish smile that betrays his age of--oh fuck he turned thirty with Lawrence Dimick. What a milestone. His hair flopping this way and that with his fingers is still as butterscotch as ever.
The drive to San Domingo's is easy. Everything's easy when you live nearest the good side of the city, the affluent edge. It's not the same affluence of the Hollywood hills but for a place like this, they are somebodies. Enough to be left alone. Their arrival is without ceremony, just the way Freddy likes it. Valet? You bet. Larry's the big tipper after all.
The drive to San Domingo's is easy. Everything's easy when you live nearest the good side of the city, the affluent edge. It's not the same affluence of the Hollywood hills but for a place like this, they are somebodies. Enough to be left alone. Their arrival is without ceremony, just the way Freddy likes it. Valet? You bet. Larry's the big tipper after all.
Cruising in the passenger's seat lets his mind drift. It's going to happen. Yes. Such grand gestures for the future are best when you've got the right symbolic jewelry except words alone count. Never in his whole damn life did he think he would be the type.
Larry's own hair goes this way and that. He colors it now and then. Freddy's thirtieth only throws into sharper contrast his own age. Let's not even speak of it. He's already old.
"Do you have money to get a table?" he asks while getting out some cash for the valet. They could have called to reserve a table but they have enough pull to get a table almost any night of the week. Life has not been filled with numerous trials. It's just the drug dealers, gangsters and secrets.
Larry's own hair goes this way and that. He colors it now and then. Freddy's thirtieth only throws into sharper contrast his own age. Let's not even speak of it. He's already old.
"Do you have money to get a table?" he asks while getting out some cash for the valet. They could have called to reserve a table but they have enough pull to get a table almost any night of the week. Life has not been filled with numerous trials. It's just the drug dealers, gangsters and secrets.
For that question Freddy just cocks a brow and pulls the side of his mouth upward in a characteristically shit eating smirk.
"I don't have to be a high roller to get what we want."
What we want, not what I want.
The kid waves a hand at the hostess because he's on better terms with her than he is with the host. Let big men like Lawrence Dimick throw their weight around with guys like that. Let Freddy Newendyke be Freddy Newendyke...and have the lady looking at him first, then the older one, then him again before requesting two minutes to make it happen. Once she's gone away Freddy leans in closer to Larry.
"I helped her find flowers for her mama," Freddy whispers.
A real mover and shaker, this kid.
"I don't have to be a high roller to get what we want."
What we want, not what I want.
The kid waves a hand at the hostess because he's on better terms with her than he is with the host. Let big men like Lawrence Dimick throw their weight around with guys like that. Let Freddy Newendyke be Freddy Newendyke...and have the lady looking at him first, then the older one, then him again before requesting two minutes to make it happen. Once she's gone away Freddy leans in closer to Larry.
"I helped her find flowers for her mama," Freddy whispers.
A real mover and shaker, this kid.
"Flowers, huh? What kind?"
That's his man. Something about the air and how confidently Freddy takes charge in his way reassures Larry that the tension at home was nothing. They're okay. He lightly puts his arm around his sharp dressed man.
"I didn't know you knew so much about em." Except maybe that's something one picks up after seeing them in the casa so much. What started as a holiday treat and then became more of a collection from time to time for the old man he does like his flowers. But truly it's when they're appreciated by both important members of the home is it wonderful. Yeah, that casa is a home.
How could Lawrence Dimick do without this man in Mexico or anywhere else in the world? He couldn't. Now is a time to show it. Those two minutes waiting for their speedy service Larry spends close to his man.
That's his man. Something about the air and how confidently Freddy takes charge in his way reassures Larry that the tension at home was nothing. They're okay. He lightly puts his arm around his sharp dressed man.
"I didn't know you knew so much about em." Except maybe that's something one picks up after seeing them in the casa so much. What started as a holiday treat and then became more of a collection from time to time for the old man he does like his flowers. But truly it's when they're appreciated by both important members of the home is it wonderful. Yeah, that casa is a home.
How could Lawrence Dimick do without this man in Mexico or anywhere else in the world? He couldn't. Now is a time to show it. Those two minutes waiting for their speedy service Larry spends close to his man.
Hey. Hey. Don't even think of touching the tunes.
[The older man is driving and so he'll be the one to pick what they listen to enjoying their tacos.Mr. White and Mr. Orange's cruising happened to have them close to a taco truck. What are the chances that a taco truck is right where they need it to be. LA is a hell of a town. The sun is setting and the small lot they're in is out of the way. Looks like that truck will be pulling out soon anyway.]
[The older man is driving and so he'll be the one to pick what they listen to enjoying their tacos.Mr. White and Mr. Orange's cruising happened to have them close to a taco truck. What are the chances that a taco truck is right where they need it to be. LA is a hell of a town. The sun is setting and the small lot they're in is out of the way. Looks like that truck will be pulling out soon anyway.]
[Freddy puts his greasy fingers up like it's a robbery and he's not going to put up a fight.]
I didn't do it.
[Whatever Larry, Mr. White, thinks he was going to do (which was change the station to something a little more...current). So sue the kid, it's not like he insulted the old man's music. Fff.]
I didn't do it.
[Whatever Larry, Mr. White, thinks he was going to do (which was change the station to something a little more...current). So sue the kid, it's not like he insulted the old man's music. Fff.]
[Mr. White's pinky, ring and middle finger curl against his palm while his pointer and thumb make a gun.]
Fuckin' liar.
[He's smiling because he doesn't know much more about the man next to him other than he's excellent company and Joe Cabot wants him in the group. Larry Dimick agrees. Oops. It's Mr. White. Or so he thinks. Right now they're having a good old time.]
I'll admit it. The 70s didn't have the best music.
Fuckin' liar.
[He's smiling because he doesn't know much more about the man next to him other than he's excellent company and Joe Cabot wants him in the group. Larry Dimick agrees. Oops. It's Mr. White. Or so he thinks. Right now they're having a good old time.]
I'll admit it. The 70s didn't have the best music.
[Freddy can't help but smile at the gun. There's a little bit of sad irony to it however he keeps the sentiment underwraps. Shit he doesn't even acknowledge it himself that it exists. Right now they're just shooting the breeze in a parking lot over Mexican food. Freddy, Mr. Orange, can do this all day and all night.]
I didn't say it didn't have good music. It had great music.
[It's just this kind of music in particular doesn't quite appeal to the kid. But he doesn't hate it either, his first reaction simply happens to be changing the station.] I thought you liked Smokey Robinson, Chuck Berry.
[Who aren't disco. What's this song starting up anyway?]
I didn't say it didn't have good music. It had great music.
[It's just this kind of music in particular doesn't quite appeal to the kid. But he doesn't hate it either, his first reaction simply happens to be changing the station.] I thought you liked Smokey Robinson, Chuck Berry.
[Who aren't disco. What's this song starting up anyway?]
[The handgun disappears as soon as it came to be. He needs both hands to wad up the wax paper that kept his taco bits from going all over the interior of his Lincoln.]
Not great the whole time. Let's be real here. "Playground in my Mind" isn't what you want to keep playing five years from now.
[Right now Elvin Bishop is wrapping up with his fooling around. That one takes Larry back. He shifts in his seat to take a deep sip of his can of coke. The roach coach truck is merging into the street leaving them in the lot with the growing shadows.]
Not great the whole time. Let's be real here. "Playground in my Mind" isn't what you want to keep playing five years from now.
[Right now Elvin Bishop is wrapping up with his fooling around. That one takes Larry back. He shifts in his seat to take a deep sip of his can of coke. The roach coach truck is merging into the street leaving them in the lot with the growing shadows.]
Which one's that?
[Freddy has to ask because it's not something he'd want to remember really, especially as a seven year old hah. Briefly he glances over to the departing trick, it leaves them in the lot with the growing shadows. Alone.]
[Freddy has to ask because it's not something he'd want to remember really, especially as a seven year old hah. Briefly he glances over to the departing trick, it leaves them in the lot with the growing shadows. Alone.]
Starts off with all this la la la shit and sorta carnival music. It's about this asshole who kinda mentally retreats to a place where kids can run around. There's kids singing in it too. I'm sure it's all meant to be in good fun but it sorta rubs you the wrong way.
[Larry doesn't think a thing of it. Just time passing by. If he did think it over he would realize that he has blown a whole day with Mr. Orange. Not all of it has been work, they have been just coasting and spending more and more time with one another. It's so easy to do with a willing party. The man really could say he wants to be taken home at any time and...he doesn't.]
[Larry doesn't think a thing of it. Just time passing by. If he did think it over he would realize that he has blown a whole day with Mr. Orange. Not all of it has been work, they have been just coasting and spending more and more time with one another. It's so easy to do with a willing party. The man really could say he wants to be taken home at any time and...he doesn't.]
[White's description makes the kid laugh. It's kind of a ridiculous sound, about as ridiculous as the song in question. Jesus it's goddamn easy to forget everything else outside of this car when he's with Lawrence Dimick. Uh, Mr. White.]
That's pretty crazy.
[It's clearly not K-Billy spinning when the needle hits the next record. Freddy doesn't recognize it by the piano keys alone. Not yet anyway.]
That's pretty crazy.
[It's clearly not K-Billy spinning when the needle hits the next record. Freddy doesn't recognize it by the piano keys alone. Not yet anyway.]
[The more time together the more Mr. White knows he likes Mr. Orange enough to want these excursions.]
Fucking terrible, that's what it is. You don't want that shit going. I'm glad you don't know it.
[And it cannot be because of age alone. That's what he tells himself. Oh ho. What's this? A new tune. He turns up the volume just a little.]
Fucking terrible, that's what it is. You don't want that shit going. I'm glad you don't know it.
[And it cannot be because of age alone. That's what he tells himself. Oh ho. What's this? A new tune. He turns up the volume just a little.]
I might've heard it once or twice.
[He shrugs, still grinning. Now that the lady's got a chance to get a few words in the kid just kind of looks at the old man, like he's waiting for Larry to show his true colors: keep it or change it? What kind of man is Mr. White.]
[He shrugs, still grinning. Now that the lady's got a chance to get a few words in the kid just kind of looks at the old man, like he's waiting for Larry to show his true colors: keep it or change it? What kind of man is Mr. White.]
I'd kill for once or twice.
[Miss Summer has had her chance to slip in. Larry bobs his head a little as the disco riff starts to sweep under her voice.]
This one too, it's been a while.
[He's not changing it. Even though the first lady he thinks of with longing isn't the lady of disco.]
Has a beat you can dance to you know.
[Miss Summer has had her chance to slip in. Larry bobs his head a little as the disco riff starts to sweep under her voice.]
This one too, it's been a while.
[He's not changing it. Even though the first lady he thinks of with longing isn't the lady of disco.]
Has a beat you can dance to you know.
I know what song this is.
[Freddy insists in case his awareness was being questioned. Fff. It does kind of surprise him that Mr. White would be fond of this one, then again not so much because it's Donna Summer.]
Oh yeah? You dance or something? To this?
[At the disco? Of course mess with the bull and you get the horns.]
[Freddy insists in case his awareness was being questioned. Fff. It does kind of surprise him that Mr. White would be fond of this one, then again not so much because it's Donna Summer.]
Oh yeah? You dance or something? To this?
[At the disco? Of course mess with the bull and you get the horns.]
[Who the fuck alive doesn't care for Donna Summer? Anyone who says different is lying because some how or another that music was in the background growing up. Or just fucking going through life.]
I could. [He answers with casual, solid pride because what is the kid going to do about that? Nothing that will work. The more he thinks on it and the beat carries on the old man nods his head with more certainty.]
Could you?
I could. [He answers with casual, solid pride because what is the kid going to do about that? Nothing that will work. The more he thinks on it and the beat carries on the old man nods his head with more certainty.]
Could you?
[Being on the spot like this is not easy. Not easy at all. Fortunately it is growing darker so maybe White won't notice the flush of color to his faintly freckled cheeks.]
I dunno.
[What a dumb as fuck answer, Newendyke. For the record though he doesn't blame Miss Summer at all.]
I dunno.
[What a dumb as fuck answer, Newendyke. For the record though he doesn't blame Miss Summer at all.]
[The only sound in the car for at least a line or two is the song. Cars pass but they're going too fast to make out or even hear that well.]
Do you want to see?
[Larry phrases it so carefully because even he himself isn't sure for a few beats that it's a good idea. Well. Why the fuck not. It's only a song. And after fucking what sort of hang ups could possibly be had?]
Do you want to see?
[Larry phrases it so carefully because even he himself isn't sure for a few beats that it's a good idea. Well. Why the fuck not. It's only a song. And after fucking what sort of hang ups could possibly be had?]
Uh.
[What do you say to a question like that coming from a man like Mr. White? Is Freddy overthinking it? Haven't they been fucking? But what if it doesn't mean what he thinks it means and oh shit you're an undercover cop, Newendyke.]
I dunno I can try it's just a dance.
[He blurts out. It's just a dance it's just a dance. That's what he said in highschool too.]
[What do you say to a question like that coming from a man like Mr. White? Is Freddy overthinking it? Haven't they been fucking? But what if it doesn't mean what he thinks it means and oh shit you're an undercover cop, Newendyke.]
I dunno I can try it's just a dance.
[He blurts out. It's just a dance it's just a dance. That's what he said in highschool too.]
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