Cruising in the passenger's seat lets his mind drift. It's going to happen. Yes. Such grand gestures for the future are best when you've got the right symbolic jewelry except words alone count. Never in his whole damn life did he think he would be the type.
Larry's own hair goes this way and that. He colors it now and then. Freddy's thirtieth only throws into sharper contrast his own age. Let's not even speak of it. He's already old.
"Do you have money to get a table?" he asks while getting out some cash for the valet. They could have called to reserve a table but they have enough pull to get a table almost any night of the week. Life has not been filled with numerous trials. It's just the drug dealers, gangsters and secrets.
For that question Freddy just cocks a brow and pulls the side of his mouth upward in a characteristically shit eating smirk.
"I don't have to be a high roller to get what we want."
What we want, not what I want.
The kid waves a hand at the hostess because he's on better terms with her than he is with the host. Let big men like Lawrence Dimick throw their weight around with guys like that. Let Freddy Newendyke be Freddy Newendyke...and have the lady looking at him first, then the older one, then him again before requesting two minutes to make it happen. Once she's gone away Freddy leans in closer to Larry.
"I helped her find flowers for her mama," Freddy whispers.
That's his man. Something about the air and how confidently Freddy takes charge in his way reassures Larry that the tension at home was nothing. They're okay. He lightly puts his arm around his sharp dressed man.
"I didn't know you knew so much about em." Except maybe that's something one picks up after seeing them in the casa so much. What started as a holiday treat and then became more of a collection from time to time for the old man he does like his flowers. But truly it's when they're appreciated by both important members of the home is it wonderful. Yeah, that casa is a home.
How could Lawrence Dimick do without this man in Mexico or anywhere else in the world? He couldn't. Now is a time to show it. Those two minutes waiting for their speedy service Larry spends close to his man.
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Larry's own hair goes this way and that. He colors it now and then. Freddy's thirtieth only throws into sharper contrast his own age. Let's not even speak of it. He's already old.
"Do you have money to get a table?" he asks while getting out some cash for the valet. They could have called to reserve a table but they have enough pull to get a table almost any night of the week. Life has not been filled with numerous trials. It's just the drug dealers, gangsters and secrets.
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"I don't have to be a high roller to get what we want."
What we want, not what I want.
The kid waves a hand at the hostess because he's on better terms with her than he is with the host. Let big men like Lawrence Dimick throw their weight around with guys like that. Let Freddy Newendyke be Freddy Newendyke...and have the lady looking at him first, then the older one, then him again before requesting two minutes to make it happen. Once she's gone away Freddy leans in closer to Larry.
"I helped her find flowers for her mama," Freddy whispers.
A real mover and shaker, this kid.
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That's his man. Something about the air and how confidently Freddy takes charge in his way reassures Larry that the tension at home was nothing. They're okay. He lightly puts his arm around his sharp dressed man.
"I didn't know you knew so much about em." Except maybe that's something one picks up after seeing them in the casa so much. What started as a holiday treat and then became more of a collection from time to time for the old man he does like his flowers. But truly it's when they're appreciated by both important members of the home is it wonderful. Yeah, that casa is a home.
How could Lawrence Dimick do without this man in Mexico or anywhere else in the world? He couldn't. Now is a time to show it. Those two minutes waiting for their speedy service Larry spends close to his man.