orangetoughguy

[ Technology, it's amazing. ]

I asked, are you gonna survive? Or did I waste my time?

Do I sound like I'm fucking dying? [It shouldn't be a joke but it is.] Who's this anyway?

Double-checking.

Mindy. The one who found you guys and called the hospital.

[He's giving the device a look like it's a ten year old girl before speaking again.]

Thanks, Mindy.

[Wow. What else can he say to that?? And it actually sounds serious.]

Eden finishes a bulk of her paperwork a bit early; keeping on top of it always helps to make everything go so much smoother at the end of the day. Besides, this particular patient had been not only nice but pretty thoughtful, so she wanted to make sure that he was okay.

She comes into the room with an extra cup of jello that she snagged off the food carts earlier and a blood sample kit, just in case he needs another sample taken, although she doesn't suspect he will. So far everything's come back fine.

She pops her head into the room. "Oy, yeh still awake?"

By coincidence is it orange jello? Let's just say it is. When he spots Eden coming in he offers a little smile.

"Still awake," he nods once, the casual kind with a tip up of the chin, "still workin'?"

He says shit like that because he means it. In Larry's head, Freddy is the Cadillac of beginners and should be treated as such. He's seen a few who come in thinking that they're from The Good, The Bad and the Ugly who get done in. Deserving so for not listening, not being perceptive. This kid here, he's something different. Not exactly an old pro, but he's got a head to him. That's something that Larry can appreciate. Brains give you a potential to climb up in the world. And it's so hard to find a good partner and like mind in the business. This last heist may as well have tattooed that notion on Larry.

"They'll be so preoccupied with everything, mothering all over." Which means they could find a pack and smoke it, that's the other medicine needed to make this whole situation better. Larry shakes his head. "Mr. Social Butterfly, working all the right moves. Are either of them actually your type?"

Is this how it works at home with the side smile and James Dean hair fix?

It was the only flavor that wasn't lime, and the green kind make Eden think of snot. She gives him her own lopsided smile back.

"End of me shift. Considerin' yeh're the only person who gave me the time of day and there's nothin' at home tonight, I thought I'd stop in and drop this off. 'sides, had to bring back yehr updated paperwork." She clips the paperwork to the end of his bed and gives him the jello.

"By the way, yeh got a name?"

Uh...

It's easier said than done but what he does do is allow Mr. Orange to take over the situation. Freddy would rather talk about the differences between Black Cat and Catwoman. "The type to get me on my back?" He asks, brow arched. Okay that's not such a lie, however he's not going into details and he doubts Larry will too.

"We got a guy too, Peter. He's nice but he's sharp," ie. one to watch out for.

"Come on, just me?" He finds that hard to believe only because she's young, cute, and foreign. Guys kill for that, especially the ones who think the Irish are spitfires by birthright.

Oh god that question again. He gave his first name to Cameron because she was the first to ask, the first to put him on the spot. Now he has to decide between spreading the truth for consistency's sake or making the web more complex than it needs to be. His surname's not up for grabs but more importantly, Freddy doesn't have a sheet. It's Larry who concerns him. Wait a second.

"Yeah I got a name--" He spoons up some jello. Can you hear what he's saying, Eden? Yes? No? Then he continues on talking. "But I gotta ask you somethin', my partner and I we kinda don't have a dime to get outta here."

"People in the hospital usually aren' nice to the people takin' their blood." She shrugs. "And I'm not exactly a fan of most people anyway." Cute isn't a word most people use to describe Eden, although spitfire might be.

She doesn't hear the name as he's shoveling orange jello, but she just raises her eyebrows. "Yeah? Yeh're new to the City, right? What're yeh lookin' for?" Eden has a bit of a soft spot for new people: she's been dumped in a new place where she doesn't speak the language before, she knows what it's like.

"Shit I don't see why."

He does.

"You keep people alive."

Mm delicious orange jello. Ah right, the stuff Freddy actually wants. He doesn't argue her remark that he's new to the city because as far as he knows he's not. He's been up and down California enough times to know. What he doesn't know about what Eden really means can't hurt him, right?

"Jeans. I'm done with suits," he tells her, assuming she saw how they came in.

"This is a hospital ain't it? You've got to have your needs taken care of," he answers feigning innocence with a shrug. Hey, if it will get this situation closer to them getting the hell out of Dodge, why not?

Oh, there are men in these parts. "Only three in our neck of the woods?" That could be deceptively reassuring. Another reason to be cautious. "Dr. Cameron, Eden and Peter."

She laughs a little. "I don' keep people alive, I just test blood. But thanks."

And she pauses.

Considering all they have is hospital gowns and blood covered suits, she can understand the need for jeans. "Me older brother, I've got some of his shite, I'll pass 'em over to yeh. Hope yehr friend doesn' mind jeans and really baggy shirts." Although on the other guy they might not be as baggy as they were on Matt.

No Larry, you're not allowed to be his pimp.

"Yep. I'm workin' my angles," he gestures to Larry, a single palm cruising through air, dealing with a hard situation the same way he dealt with those sheriffs at the train station. If that had ever really happened. "What are you doin'?" He dares to ask, not because he doubts Larry's usefulness in this situation but just because he can ask.

"Sometimes a blood test is all it takes," he counters.

Hey hey hey they might not be as baggy on Freddy either. Honestly. Still he does take Eden for someone who can size up a guy just by looking at him. He hopes his intuition about her is right because running out in jeans too small (or too big) would be ridiculously embarrassing. As for Larry, he looks over to that side of the room then back to Eden. He waves a hand.

"Like he's got a choice?" Freddy asks with a grin.

Not yet then? Hours ago they were as good as dead. What a terrific bounce back to spend time fucking. Even if it doesn't happen, it's great to be alive. Fucking great.

"What am I doin'? Trying to come up with a decent way out. And a story. We had a drive-by, that's all good. If this isn't California, we might get some super friendly folks wanting to know where we're from, what we do for a living? Having a story helps."

Let it be known that Larry didn't say lie. Their story could be based in truth. Not too much though, especially if someone goes knocking on doors wanting details of their whereabouts. Listen to him, who does he think he is? Mr. Pink? Paranoid little piece of shit.

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Buy him dinner first, or just give him that cup of jello he's clearly not eating.

"You're sayin' we bend the rules a little," Freddy asks, which is not at all the same as saying they lie. He likes the idea of rule breaking, having already broken some himself whether he acknowledges it or not. "Process server," he suggests with a question mark because he'll defer to Larry's judgment on this one...or it could be a joke. A Freddy joke.

That jello is purple. He can have it if he really wants it. Larry scoots it across the tray.

"There's a time to bend 'em and a time to break 'em." Just like the Byrd's song. A time to kill, passed. A time to heal, processing. A time to get the fuck out and lay low until the coast is clear. He never was good with lyrics.

This kid here, a regular comedian. Larry laughs. "No one would question the nature of a drive-by from there."

Seeing the purple morsel offered he does reach over. It's hard fighting the natural inclination to invade the old man's personal space so why bother fighting? Too bad Freddy actually has to get out of bed to get the treat. Too far, damn. Larry's a fucking tease. He sighs, leaning back into bed.

"I wouldn't," he shakes his head. Imagine that, finding more common ground in the midst of their opposing professions. Not that Larry has any idea about it, does he? "No one ever said what the damn process was," Freddy adds, giving Larry a knowing look, the difference between a lie and petty details. He purses his lips, craving a cigarette with which to make some smoke rings.

That's about as far as the jello is going to go. Unless he throws it. That'll be hard to explain if it hits the wall. Larry picks it up and does a mock throw. Are you a good catch, Freddy?

Right now? He doesn't have any idea. Any kind of too honest behavior is the natural inclination to be honest and lawful. At least anybody with a good mother. "That kind of detail is for the client only. Right?"

Well shit. He can't back down now. Freddy raises his hands like a wide receiver, daring the other man to actually throw it. Put his...food...where his mouth is...or something like that.

"Got it."

Throw the damn thing already.

Larry's a decent pitcher. He keeps his throw reserved. Don't want it all over the place. His jello is Freddy's jello. Especially if it's purple.

He's going for it. He's going for it. Oh it's a fumble. Wait the kid's got a grip on it! He's got it! At the cost of nearly tangling his IV line but the needle hasn't popped out and neither has his jello. Sweet. He swipes his finger around the rim and gives the tip a lick. Grape. No shit, it's purple. Then Freddy can't help but laugh and almost he might just laugh so hard that he cries. Fortunately it doesn't come to that, at least on the outside. Petty details.

She snorts a bit. Yeah, sometimes it is, but hell if any doctor will give her credit.

Well, House would. To be fair.

Matt was only 5"8, and there are belts around, somewhere. "Before yeh get discharged, I'll come by with some shite. Don' worry."

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