whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[When they step on out into the night once again Mr. White lights up a Chesterfield.]

Good thing it wasn't in too deep.

[He will still insist on cleaning the wound tomorrow. For now he's savoring their triumph. The petty thief is in the police's hands. The purse is in the injured chick's hands. ...Whoever that purse may belong to.]

Damn. Can't say we don't have exciting nights.

[The man next to him, the one with the green and amber looking eyes and long hair took down a bigger guy than himself.]

Good thing it don't sound infected. I coulda picked something up rolling all over the fucking place like that.

[Not that he means to rub it in that Larry missed the action or anything. Seeing the old man still with his Fetch Armstrong unscathed makes him smile.]

You're tellin' me. You get any news on that fire?

[See how Freddy sort of hovers at one side only to move on to the other side of Larry? Yep. He's still pumped and the night is young.]

It'll heal faster.

[And be one more worry off of the old man's mind knowing that the kid is going to be okay.]

All I know is that it's not burning. They didn't say how long it was. Fuck.

[That's about all that they can take so far, even with rejuvenating heroism acts.]

I didn't see too many gettin' rushed into the ER.

[That has to be good news. Oh look he's moving back to Larry's other side. Freckled hands flap around in a passive attempt to remove Fetch from Larry's possession. It's the old man's prize after all, but it was the kid's choice.]

I can hold'im for you.

[You know he's been carrying it this whole damn time it's been a rather forgettable detail next to the chase and Freddy's safety. The old man passes it on over to him.]

How about you just keep 'em.

[Because that was the point anyway. Puff. Puff.]

That was some fancy footwork back there.

[Sheriff is implied, not so much as cop.]

Are you sure? [Freddy asks just as he's tucking the corn syrup filled hound under his own arm anyway.] Thanks.

[Like he didn't already know it was going to be the kid's from the start.]

Hey I did what anyone [like me] would've done. [Except back home he'd get a paycheck for it but the nature of the copper doesn't go away just like that.]

I insist. You're a dog kinda of a guy.

[They both are. Larry wouldn't pick a dog with an incredible ability to stretch given the choice. A free arm means he can loop it around Freddy.]

And quickly too. Off right like the goddamn roadrunner.

[It's an easy going conversation because it all ended well.]

[So far Freddy's proven himself to be a toucan kind of guy but Sam acted almost like a dog anyway. An aloof dog, no Truck but still dog-like.]

Somebody had to take out the trash.

[Purse snatching chick punching scumbags rank pretty low even for crooks. He remarks with another shrug under that heavy warm arm. Everyday it gets easier acting like this in public. Nevermind that it's dark out and after hours.]

When I was a kid I knew another guy who said you could tie one of these around your balls and jack off for a whole hour. The one shaped like a man, not the dog.

[Heh. They could get a dog one of these days. Except a mutt would have to accept that they got places to go, people to see and can't be fuckin' around. Larry would hope that a dog would have a house with a yard.

Yeah. The dog would hope for that pretty picture setting.]

Don't think he'll pull that kind of shit any time soon.

[Especially when justice's hand game down on him out of the blue even in the dark of night and panic.

Hearing this Larry pulls back to give the kid a look.]

You sayin' you want me to try and get you a man? They got gear that does the same.

Are you kidding me? What if it springs a leak?

[Whether or not Larry knows why it would spring a leak makes no difference. Freddy knows his Stretch Armstrongs, how they work, how they can break, how dangerous they can be. Under his arm like this the kid can't flap his way back over to Larry's other side but maybe the old man can feel a little restlessness in the way he moves against him.]

Then you gotta get a new toy or some shit.

[Restless is a good word for it. He has a feeling he knows what's up.]

You wanna talk to me more about that hour business. I think that's what's on your mind about now.

[The thrill of the chase, the capture and turn over. Kinda like how they pulled that book keeper job way back when. Except tonight was more legal.]

Whatdyou mean?

[Asks the kid, clueless because of all that energy firing back and forth. And maybe because he's not sure Larry wants to hear about how he pulled a successful foot pursuit single-handedly. He's a cop after all.]

Spill it. You're bursting at the seams. I wanted to give you a call but didn't think that would help much. What the fuck happened after y'took off?

[Because he knows the ending. It's a happy one. The in between is Freddy's story to share. Far be it from the old man to deny him. He remembers why they had their talk Sunday. Maybe that would relieve a sliver of the pressure of keeping his badge under wraps.

The old man nudges physically too.]

[Oh. That. Freddy looks left then right like he's making sure the coast is clear. He feels the nudging too, knows what it means, knows what Larry's encouraging and goddamn does it make him feel good and proud.]

He took off through a [Locations and locations. Stuff in the way. Climbing and jumping was involved.] I kept up the pace until he ran right into a fuckin' fence he couldn't fuckin' climb. That's when he turned around and cut me. But I took him out.

[The kid has to leave the old man's wing to pantomime how he took the guy down. One hook, another hook, the same way an officer would move if he had his nightstick on him.] Bam, down on the fuckin' ground, asshole. I frisked him. He had an expired condom.

[As it should, kid. As it should.]

What kinda knife was that? [How did he go at it? the old man sticks Freddy in the ribs with a finger.]

He dunno what kind of a punch a guy like you packs.

[Expired condom? What a joker. Larry shakes his head.]

So he was lousy through and through.

[Like the bad guys in the movies.]

A little thing. This big, right up his sleeve.

[Freddy gestures the size of his thumb but they both ought to know something that small can be lethal in the right direction.]

Uh huh. Real lousy. Good runner though, I thought I was gonna cough up a lung.

Even coughing up a lung though he was no match for you.

[Lap it up, Freddy. Larry luffs his hair.]

So does the hero want a drink or anything? Least he can do for his services.

[Never mind that it wasn't the purse that the woman dropped. That was found later missing her network device and money. The purse itself was scuffed but salvageable.]

Now you're just pouring it on real thick.

[He returns the nudging to the old man's side under fluffed up hair. The kid may not have gotten a reward from her or any other commendation but he's dedicated his adult life so far to doing a thankless job. It just comes with the territory. Not that Freddy's one to brag about his own humility either.]

Sure. I'm not gonna say no to a drink.

[Then closer to the old man. Much closer.] After we fuck.

It's only what's deserved, pal.

[Close up now. And he's starting to see the line of thought. Dirty toy story, touching and all the adrenaline.]

I got a few bucks. You want a hotel?

[Answered just as close. He lets a paw start to creep on into the back of his jeans, fingertips at first.]

Are you gonna rough me up like your perp?

[Freddy is the only cop he doesn't mind being manhandled by. So far he hasn't seen any big titted Pam Grier types in blue. So far.]

[That creeping paw only makes him arch his back a little more, giving Mr. White some room as if Freddy can somehow lure in the rest of him.]

Set up a room.

[An interrogation room, or in other words, yes the kid wants a hotel and yes he'd like to rough up his old man.]

You gonna catch me?

[Hand moves away and he takes a step back. Don't worry, he's not gonna go on running. Larry shoves his hands in his pockets. Freddy is just going to have to follow.

They're getting a room alright. And the old man is gonna get some. Boy is he.]

You're damn right I am.

[Don't run, Lawrence Dimick, Freddy here will just overtake you then take you down. Well okay bringing a bear down might be a lot harder than racing one but come on, is Larry gonna deny him this? Don't think so. He'll follow at an easy pace though, eager to jump Mr. White the next second he can.]

[Just because he's not running doesn't mean it'll be slow. Swift pace and they are heading right to that questionable neighborhood. THey take cash. They don't ask for names. Larry heads to the first door. The man at the desk is old and whiskery. He's safe behind metal grating. Yep. This is their place. The old man takes a look over his shoulder to see if the kid is following.

Of course he is. Part of the game.

Cash down through the slot. Maybe too much, but whatever.]

The number of the room is on the key. Upstairs.

[One look and one touch (discretely) to the old man's rear and Freddy's heading on up to the room. When they're at the door that touch gets bolder because they're alone in the hallway. So bold his touching has gone from the back to the front, eager to make Larry hard.]

You're takin' your sweet time.

[The kid comes on strong. It's that authoritative quality he needs working the streets. Larry is the beat now. He almost drops the keys.]

Look man, whatever you want. I don't want any trouble.

[Click. The door is unlocked and he shuffles on in, not far or fast enough to get away from Freddy. He loops is arm back to grip on him in return.]

Should we even bother with the lights?

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