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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[orangetoughguy]

titos taqueria

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[signatures]

meet you there ?

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[orangetoughguy]

gimme ten

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[signatures]

sure

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ 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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[signatures]

Only an observation. I'm not too keen on making the new bloke at the shop your replacement.

[orangetoughguy]

Not good enough huh?

[Have a menu pushed at you, Eames.]

[signatures]

A little too smooth for me.

[ Eames takes it with a hum of thanks, glancing through the specials. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Too smooth? Who the fuck do you have?

[Puff puff over a laugh.]

[signatures]

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. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH. That was a terrible sip of his soda. He even loses the cigarette in his miniature fit.]

What.

[signatures]

Woah-

[ Eames sits up in his chair, catching the cigarette before it can fall in the salsa. ] You all right?

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[signatures]

[ 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.

[orangetoughguy]

[Pinch and pull. Whew, that smoke is a temporary relief.]

You talk to the guy much? He any good?

[signatures]

Not very much, no. Saya likes him, though, well enough. Better than the girl who keeps taking time off, I suppose.

[orangetoughguy]

Fuckin' peachy. [That's sarcasm disguising his own real concern on the matter.] So she let you take the broom back huh?

[Referring to Eames' old job, did he ever graduate to junior mechanic?]

[signatures]

Never left it.

[ Eames still has little to no interest in cars aside from boosting them. ]

How's things at the Stark house?

[orangetoughguy]

It's alright, I like it. And it's not because it's Tony Stark.

[He uses his cigarette to point at Eames before putting it out. Okay tacos and tamales it is.]

How're things at your house?

[signatures]

[ Uh huh. Whatever you say, Mister O. ]

It's all right. The usual sort of affairs. [ At least Cobb isn't so sick any longer. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[With a reaction like that he's not sure if Eames wants to even talk about Ariadne and George. He does know the guy's been in their place, right? Orange thinks so.]

Not gettin' any better?

[signatures]

It's a bit strange. [ It's all that he's in real interest of admitting - he didn't call Orange out for lunch to go into personal matters. It's true, though, now that he's returned and no longer really puts merit in the idea of this setting as a dream, that it puts Orange in a different light, too.

Easier to get on with, no longer having to write someone off. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[If Eames puts Orange in a different light now it may or may not come as a surprise when he kind of just looks at the guy then moves his head in a way characteristic of someone accustomed to using body language. In other words he expects the guy to go into it more because shit you don't say it's strange then leave it at that.]

And?