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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[orangetoughguy]

What the fuck are you, Sherlock Holmes? [He'll...slowly scoot back...kinda. Ouch. That's probably gonna leave a bruise. At least it keeps him from reaching for Eames. Oh watch Orange's face get a little red.] It doesn't matter, what matters is she doesn't do it for me. Fuck man did you have to break my leg?

[Exaggeration but look nobody likes getting massive nerve tingling and numbing and all that jazz so close to one's balls.]

I don't know if that's the case but it's something like it. Mind shit, maybe some kinda secondhand smoke. Fuck I'm not an expert. [Bitch bitch moan whine. Actually wait he does have something to add here.] For the fuckin' record it's not goin' down.

[....Because Eames' aggression does it for Orange.]

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[signatures]

You're very well lucky I didn't.

[ Eames' eyes finally make contact with Orange's face again, frowning slightly. ] No chemical compound would influence sexuality- were that your case. If not, perhaps. But be that as it may, considering our surroundings and the powers people lay claim to - well, it's plausible, isn't it?

I'm guessing you've already tried- erm, taking care of it?

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[orangetoughguy]

That's what I've been fuckin' saying.

[See all the sincerity in this slightly freckled and roman-nosed face? Orange just gives Eames a look, the kind of look that says "No shit Sherlock!" because some kind of unknown power is what he's been getting at. Maybe not in such eloquent terms but the point is the point is the point. At least now Freddy's certain Eames got it or is considering the possibility.]

No why are you offering?

[Sarcasm. Read; that's sarcasm (guarding a guilty feeling that he wouldn't entirely protest if Eames did). Oh shit just go Newendyke, just go.]

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[signatures]

[ OKAY EAMES IS OUTIE. He sits up, digging into his pocket to drop a few coin to pay for his meal on the table. ]

Go piss it out, Mister O. When you've regained your sensibilities, give me a call. We'll hash out details on your and your friend's observations at a later time, hmm?

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[orangetoughguy]

[This is excellent timing and somehow awkward and yet fulfilling in that someone listened to him but he still has a hard one and he's gotta get that taken care of oh but first pay for your beer. Freddy gets up and drops a coin down even for the pita too. Obviously he's moving a little slower and more discretely than Eames.]

Okay. We'll do that.

[They'll be departing in completely opposite directions too, no doubt. Orange as his lightweight flannel to cover up the front of his pants. Real discrete yep.]