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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[whitetwoguns]

I think I might have time for a long story in a couple of weeks.

[After the job. Dread swells like a balloon in his own gut to realize what sort of hopes he's voicing. They're shooting the shit. They're wasting time. This is just a fucking phase, a fling. This isn't what it looks like or sounds like.

Larry Dimick is a fucking idiot. He can't take the words back and Mr. Orange's are mighty personal. So much for Joe's rules.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh fuck that cuts like a knife. Freddy does his best to hide his guilt, his shame, the redness that makes Mr. Orange look a little younger than he really is.]

Me too. With all that ice. A guy could go anywhere.

[Play it cool, Newendyke, real real cool. He can't tell White, Larry Dimick, how badly he wants to be there. Not outright. It hurts that way.]

[whitetwoguns]

Uh huh.

[Ice. Business. Larry sighs just a little, his chest doesn't move much but it sure does muss some of Freddy's hair on the exhale that he's got to comb it back for him. Polite thing to do and all. He touched it before the other night.]

You're gonna go far, I can tell.

[In the business and with the sort of flights of fantasy he has. But maybe he won't go alone. Only time will tell.]

Stones or no stones.

[orangetoughguy]

[What a fucking flatterer. Freddy is fucking smitten.]

Don't lay it on too thick, old man.

[Please lay it on as much as you want. He loves the way his thick fingers brush through his hair.]

...I like this song.

[Not great to dance to but it's kind of funny how ELO's "Evil Woman" starts playing.]

[whitetwoguns]

You say thank you and you like it asshole.

[Words like that don't come easy or lightly to just anybody. Larry can be indifferent if he tried. So far trying and Freddy aren't quite what is in the cards. It's hard to say exactly why. All he's doing is asking questions and trying to figure things out, being funny and honest and altogether an amusing hunk of man.]

Yeah?

[Because it makes him think of evil women. They're still moving together. Oh fuck he enjoys it.]

Decent vocals.

[orangetoughguy]

Thanks. [Aw shit the warmth and redness are glowing again. He clears his throat.] It ain't no Donna but it's a good song.

[He shuffles a little more with the rhythm because it's more upbeat than a rainy night. It's Newendyke territory. He was a kid in Fresno back then.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He lets Orange lead. Since it's a song of his and because he's more perceptive to his own tune.]

Donna isn't the peak of good songs. [Larry will admit that much. The kid may already be figuring him out bit by bit.]

I do like her quite well though.

[His big hands feel the kid through the fabric of his shirt at the waist. Does he still have the bruises?]