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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio | open to action at the hospital

[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]

What the hell does it take...

[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]

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[whitetwoguns]

"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."

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

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."

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

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?"

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.