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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[orangetoughguy]

[Funny how they think alike too. Orange gives another shrug.]

Well you know how to find me.

[If the man needs help or a distraction. While he wants to suggest Eames take the time afforded to him to really explore other options, he just feels the Englishman wouldn't really do it. He's hung up on Argyle, eight years and counting it seems. Idly Freddy wonders if he and Larry come off the exact same way.]

[signatures]

Yeah.

[ He's somewhat surprised with the offer - as sided yet as focused as it is, not attempting to press it too hard. But Eames doesn't like to talk of himself in any large amount of dosage so it's time to change the subject. ]

How's your old man?

[orangetoughguy]

[Orange can understand that plenty, he rolls on smoothly like Proud Mary.]

Still old. What else do you wanna know?

[signatures]

How things are, really. Heard you lot had quite of a bash while I was gone.

[ Heard. Indeed. ]

[orangetoughguy]

We did? [Quirking a brow.] No offense man but you were gone a little while...

[The problem being there was more than one 'bash' so to speak. Oops.]

[signatures]

I only know one of them ended up on my voicemail.

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh. That. Freddy's got another cigarette out, fresh to light.]

We had a round of drinks, you know how that goes.

[signatures]

All too well.

[ He gives him a bit of a wry look. ] Rowdiness, name calling...

[orangetoughguy]

Well you were invited but you know how that turned out.

[He mentions after a puff, feigning offense when he doesn't mean any, not really...it was out of Eames' control after all.]