orangetoughguy | phone post

[That shadow eclipsing part of her table takes a lean against the booth partition.]

Are you taking requests?

[Freddy's prompt and dressed for the weather, a true Californian in his thick jacket zipped up near to his neck. No it's not to hide the fading mark of a wound on one side but if the jacket does that he'll consider it a perk. Angela has keen eyes though.]

In exchange for rent money, hell yes.

[Angela puts the final touches on the piece, including her signature--A.P.G.M.--before glancing up at the lightblocker with a constantly running mouth. Her eyes go directly towards his neck, but indeed, the jacket covers up any sign of an attack. Still, she offers him a friendly smile.]

Hey you. I don't think they'll serve you a hot beverage if you're standing there.

[Cool cop eyes note the way she signs her work.]

You ain't makin' ends meet?

[It could be a joke on her part but he'll ask anyway. Then he slides in to take a seat opposite Angela.]

[It is a joke. She's in no danger of being booted out of anywhere, but Angela rolls with it.]

I'm doing fine as long as I stop buying shoes instead of food. Can't quite kick the Choo habit.

[The napkin's slid underneath a pepper shaker for safekeeping.]

How was your day?

[He may or may not regret this question.]

What's a Choo habit?

[As for a hot drink, he's definitely going for coffee and no he won't demand it be refilled six times. Freddy then clears his throat, gaze lowering to that napkin under the shaker.]

It's been okay. [Not really. He focuses on her face again.] Yours?

Jimmy Choo. Guy who makes orgasms for your feet.

[Answering him is done without a smart ass tone. Angela just simply explains it because she is talking to a man after all. He's not the first one she's had to explain the joy of designer shoes to.]

I work with idiots, but that's an every day thing even at home. [She shrugs.] I like them anyway.

[He listens to this orgasms for your feet thing and just...sort of nods...okay. Yep. That's Girl Talk to these ears.]

I guess it's endearing then? The workin' with idiots you like part. [Freddy smiles.]

[Well, he is talking to a girl.]

The paycheck helps too. [Glancing away at the waiter heading their way, Angela shifts, bringing one foot to rest on the seat.] What do you do? I never asked.

[To her, he is a man of many mysteries.]

Gotta keep on top of that rent.

[He laughs here before sipping his coffee, then out comes the pack of Marlboro Lights. Freddy can't go too long without them, and he talks around one unlit cigarette.]

Mechanic stuff. Bein' a grease monkey. [It's non-specific and the truth.]

[Still it surprises Angela that people smoke in public places here and that's why she raises an eyebrow at the stick between Freddy's lips. Not that the idea of smoking bothers her since she can't judge for what she used to do herself, it's just that living in a place where there's lockdown laws kind of get drilled into a person.

A side order of fries comes with her drink and Angela begins adding far too much sugar to her cup of coffee, with just as much ketchup on the plate.]

Now I know who to call when I need a tune-up.

[No, that is not a euphemism.]

I ain't half bad at it either.

[Freddy is beyond lucky to be from LA at a time when indoor smoking laws hasn't been hammered down in place. Yet. He catches that look though and pauses with lighter in hand.]

You mind? [His 'gentlemanly' manners are belated.]

I think that judgment's reserved for me.

[Still not a euphenism... okay, whatever. She shakes her head no over the rim of her mug.]

I quit a few years back with the occasional slippage. It's just the whole smoking still being allowed in restaurants here.

If you got a handle on performance, sure.

[Nope not innuendo at all. Now he sparks that cigarette and takes a deep satisfying pull.]

Well I don't see any non-smoking section signs... [He leans over to look around though just in case, possibly giving a glimpse of the healing wound.] I wouldn't wanna get you in trouble though, dirty your good name with my bad behavior.

[Freddy grins, settling in again.]

I'm keeping score in a little book. [She taps at her right temple.] Besides, I think I'd dirty your good name with my bad behavior.

[The smile fades from her lips as she notices the two fading dots and she looks down at the fries, picking one absentmindedly.]

Does it hurt?

Edited 2010-11-24 05:25 (UTC)

Don't tease me.

[Freddy smiles, cigarette waving at her to indicate his good humor over her bad behavior. But just as quickly his demeanor loses some of that enthusiasm.]

What does? This? [While the two dots were the deepest, the area around the punctures have left a slightly raised ridge, not at all uniform but at least not unsightly either.] Kinda brings 'a pain in the neck' to a different level huh?

[He sips his coffee.] A little grief but nothin' I ain't gettin' over.

You shouldn't have to.

[As much as Angela wants to say the opposite and keep looking on the bright side, she can't lie to his face and say it's something to brush off. Vampires are real and they're scary and if one is free to run around like that, then they need to be watched carefully, regardless if Angela knows them personally or not.]

Have you seen him since?

No, not face to face.

[Freddy shakes his head.] I guess he ain't one all the time or whatever, but my bloodwork came back clean. I'm not supposed to be worried about anything now, no grudges.

[That last one's a little harder to swallow.]

[Angela stirs a whirlpool into her coffee, trying to think back if she's ever seen Amory vamp out like that before. Granted, she doesn't know him well at all, but if he had done it before, shouldn't the network have heard about it? Nothing is kept secret in this place.]

You sure about that?

[She's not questioning him to make him tell her the truth. She's just concerned that he used the word supposed over anything else.]

[Freddy leans back, one arm stretching across the back of his booth seat, the other just bends for him to puff at his cigarette. There's an ashtray on the partition, he's not rude enough to tap it on the floor.]

Medically yeah, somethin' about white cell counts or whatever. I've got a clean bill of health. [But as for grudges...he licks his teeth.] He coulda fuckin' killed me, but it wasn't his fault...

[Right?]

He was cursed?

[Angela stops in mid-bite to ask that. Somebody was cursed to be a vampire for a day? First time she's heard that one.]

Yeah, that's the story anyway.

[And after what Larry did to him Freddy's convinced it's true.]

He should at least apologize.

[Easier said than done, but it's something Angela's never hesitated to do herself whenever she acted out of order because of a curse. It's far too easy to excuse a person's behavior, or your own even, because you drew the short straw when curse days came around.

Suddenly, she doesn't feel as hungry anymore and the plate of fries gets pushed over to Freddy's side of the table.]

It won't fix things or turn back the clock, but it's a start.

I don't even care about an apology so much you know? I mean a little regard for human life? Some kind of responsibility? Accountability? Just a little [Freddy gestures a pinch with his fingers.] awareness that shit like this ain't okay, it ain't a fuckin' walk in the park either.

[He taps ash and goes for a fry, nodding thanks to her.] No one enjoys waiting around for some goddamn tests to come in telling you if you gotta live with Hepatitis or AIDS for the rest of your fuckin' life.

[Her coffee's down to a few sips at the bottom of the cup now. Those are dealt with and Angela pulls her sweater sleeves over her hands, shifting again to tuck her legs underneath her. The position makes her look more like a teenager than a grown woman.]

That would help too. A genuine sort of something would say 'Hey, I fucked up. My bad.', but I can't think too much of a person who can't even do that much.

[Not that she thought much of Amory to begin with but Angela is the loyal sort of person for a reason. Anybody who hurts her friends without any regret is on her shit list.]

[That makes two of them although at the moment Freddy isn't channeling his inner teenager. He needs his Speed Racer shirt and a box of Cap'n Crunch for that.]

Just a little somethin' that you know what you coulda done, maybe how to fix it. I ain't sayin' you gotta get on your knees and atone for fuck's sake, it's a 'curse' or whatever, I get that.

[Another puff, and when he blows the smoke out it's certainly away from Angela.] Ain't like I'm gonna kick the shit out of that little son of a bitch, that ain't right either...

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