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[whitetwoguns]

I only been here for one winter. From what I've seen it gets cold like any other place. I don't think that it needs a whole damn new wardrobe. Peanuts really from what I've seen. Don't go turning down free shit on my behalf. That's the least that the City can do.

When are they gonna give out cars? I wanna be around for that day.

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[merrrcy.livejournal.com]

Mr. White? That's a cool sounding name. Where can I find you?

[Whoa you're being too easy Viv.] The closest to Wilshire and Beverly, anyway.

[She also thinks she's still in LA because this lobby sure looks like it.]

[whitetwoguns]

Some kinda luck I think.

[Like he had a choice. Deep down he knows that Joe gave him that honor because they're friends. Heh.]

I actually have the car today. How about you uh lemme know where you are. If that's alright with you.

[Freddy. He needs the car. Now.]

[merrrcy.livejournal.com]

[She's giving this some thought. You see she doesn't know if it's a hundred percent safe but the staff seems to be encouraging and she really wants a dress to impress Edward so...]

I'm at the corner of Building 7.

[It's one she can see from here and Viv is not familiar with this part of town so what does she know about it not being Beverly Hills anymore.] ...Thanks.

[whitetwoguns]

[Sure isn't winning the lottery but this is lucky as it gets. Be cool, be cool now. Larry wears a suit because he's going to be escorting a lady. He has permission. Hot dog!

The well loved vehicle is parked at the corner of Building 7 and so...he waits. And he knows exactly who he is waiting for.]

[merrrcy.livejournal.com]

[Look at her wearing this blue and white number under her red blazer. No wig though, that was last night. Viv notices a man in a suit by a vehicle and thinks well that's gotta be the guy. He looks like a Mr. White. He looks like money and professionalism.]

Mr. White?

[whitetwoguns]

[And there she is. Aw shit. Even prettier in real life. And this isn't a movie. He pushes off of the car and approaches extending his hand to shake hers because--they're just people. How in the fuck is he going to manage more than a few minutes with her? Well. Better learn now.]

Miss Ward.

[merrrcy.livejournal.com]

[She graciously accepts his hand for a friendly shake. Gosh he's no ugly son of a bitch either.]

I am really sorry to call you out this way. It's just--good help is hard to find you know?

[Look at her eyes, Larry. She's being sincere. She's a hooker with a heart of gold.]

[whitetwoguns]

[They don't make em like they used to. These days they fuck you well enough, shoot up with you then take the junk and the money before you know what's what. Not this girl though. No sir.]

Hey. Don't worry about it. I find myself with some free time. Why the hell not.

[Hopefully that doesn't sound too care free. This is a big deal, and completely pleasant.]

How about we hit the shops?

[merrrcy.livejournal.com]

Why the hell not. [She laughs and lets go of his hand only to fluff her red hair a bit.]

That's an idea. I already covered Rodeo Drive and there wasn't much for me, you know, so...we don't have to go there.

[whitetwoguns]

[Mr. White has a handsome, sweet son of a gun back at home. While his heart swells just to be able to talk to Miss Red here, he knows there's a distinct difference. Maybe he should pick something out for that guy while out.]

Okay. I think you'll get the most out of the ones here.

[A mash up between high end and budget. No insulting this lady though. She has money.]