whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Stark's got all kinds of shit goin' on at once. If it ain't every day it's gotta be every other day.

[Flapping his non-sandwich holding hand before he takes the beer for a clink and sip.]

Would you miss me if I went in every day?

[Munch. Munch. And gulp, gulp of the beer.]

What kind of a question is that?

[What a fisherman. Larry grins and leans back on the counter top. Why bother sitting.]

Y'know that I would.

[Chomp chomp. Sip.] I don't have to go in everyday.

[Typical Newendyke. Man gets job, man quits job, man whines about joblessness, man gets job, man tries to get less hours for said job.]

Might change. Would you agree to it if payroll and shit allowed?

[Payroll. Employment. These are things that the old man has become reacquainted with in the last year. A real job. Sure is on the more questionable side of legitimate but a real job. Who would have believed.]

I mean, if the pay is good.

[...how lonely it would be with a hand full of meals a week. Meals like this or fancier.]

I don't know I mean...that's a lot of work.

[His real concern is putting in too much work in the beginning. Eventually all those cars aren't going to need fixing anymore which means no reason to be hanging out at Stark's. He can't go in everyday if it means work coming to a halt in a matter of months. Oh shit Newendyke you're acting like you're gonna be living here forever.]

You ain't sick and tired of me at home? [All the time, in times of joblessness.]

Pace yourself then.

[Friendly elbow. Oops. A dollop of turkey falls to the floor in the process.]

I know it's been a while. [Shit. How long exactly? They haven't dignified the Saya fiasco with a conversation in sometime. After what they went through it was enough.]

Do I act like I'm sick and tired of you at home?

[Because if he does then that's something that needs fixing.]

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[Five second rule. Freddy picks that dollop of turkey right back up to put in his mouth. Chew chew. Swallow.]

Naw...you don't.

[The truth is he thinks Larry likes it.]

[Here, he'll step aside a little so he can get it better. It's no thing. Still good. Floor is pretty clean. Gulp of beer.]

Good.

[Another bite. Sandwich is pretty much over with. No regrets.]

Cugchz [oops needs more chewing] one of these times I might be the one.

[Not that he's got a rhyme or a reason. And if he does leave the casino it wouldn't be on amicable terms. Chances are he'd have to get roughed up. It's just the way the system works.

...The truth is Larry loves it. It's some sort of a perversion of typical domesticity. He can provide for his man to live in a beautiful apartment. Larry can also come on by on his own terms since work is pretty chill. There's a shred of disappointment that the kid is going to be gainfully employed again. Only a shred.

What about the kid though? Freddy is a grown man who likes to earn his own way.]

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You? Takin' naps on the couch? Doin' what, watchin' I Love Lucy?

[How close to home is that... Freddy's not thinking about it only because Larry's been gainfully employed by that casino for a long time now. He's not naive either though, he knows how that kind of system can work. But Larry, Lawrence Dimick, he's a fucking professional. Sometimes the kid thinks the old man's invincible.]

Only if nothin' better is on. Lucy and I go way back.

[Grinning as he gulps down the last portion.]

Wouldn't be too bad. I could do shit around the apartment. Y'know. Clean and do some errands.

[Shrug. They might catch up on laundry then. Maybe. See though? It's just fucking nice. They don't have to be moving place to place and leave shit if they have to get the fuck out of dodge.

If the old man knew he could be perfectly safe at some low down place, better or worse than the City casino he may have never taken up that job with thoughts of 'retiring'... Except that means he would have never had this man in his life at all. Fair trade.

Should there be a reason to leave, Larry hopes that they can come to some kind of an agreement. There is that too. Except why bank on it.]

Napping though.

Build a shelf? Start a roof garden?

[He's teasing Larry because look the old man seems the type to do those kinds of things. What was it about a Texaco station? He built one with his own two hands? And Larry does like him some flowers. Mmph there goes the rest of his own sandwich too. Freddy washes it down with his beer.]

Anyway I'm gonna see about workin' three or four days a week.

[Maybe Larry doesn't know it but that's what he got to do on the force.]

Maybe. Depends on how much time I wanna put into it. The benefit of not workin' so much is getting a chance to unwind, right? That what you been doing?

[Roof garden. He smiles at the very thought. Grow his own flowers? That's...actually something he has never tried. It's kinda one of those things going into a store and buying plant shit to grow them. Somehow going to a florist and placing an order appears more outwardly masculine.

So maybe he should try it sometime. Because he could here.

Dimick is pretty good at wood work. Hammer and nail kind of handiwork. Not mechanics or plumbing that's for sure.]

Just like that? You gonna say you got other commitments or that's your availability and you're stickin' to it?

[...Larry has no idea how a cop operates in life. He may think that he does, but it's only half of it.]

Yeah. Unwinding.

[That's a nice way of putting it because Freddy did manage to accomplish a few things in his spare time...like the completion of a model plane courtesy of Mr. Fantastic's blueprints, and a model of Freddie Mercury made entirely out of legos, reading comics after his time, and also exploring internet porn.]

Uh huh. What's he gonna do about it?

[Freddy shrugs like it don't mean a fucking thing to him if Tony Stark wants to keep him on the clock and away from his old man. Iron Man can go fuck himself in that case. The truth is he's pretty sure Stark doesn't give a rat's ass as long as he's doing good work while he's there.]

[Glug, glug as he downs the rest of his Corona.]

Kinda like a short vacation.

[Around the house at least. He's seen a few artistic endeavors. Oh yeah and Freddy is more free to pounce when he's not at work. But that really does go without saying at this point.]

Well...[He busies himself with the plate and and sweeping any crumbs onto it as he considers what to say.] I don't want him to have to hire someone else because he feels like you're not invested or nothing. Or worse, be a stingy bastard and try for someone who's available more.

[Sigh. There. He said it. But Jesus, Dimick. Don't leave it like that.]

He's an idiot though if he don't keep you on account of a few simple terms.

[Oh Lawrence Dimick. He sees right through you and that begrudging gesture that ultimately paints the old man as a gentleman. Freddy tilts his chin to one side so he can press his mouth to a (stubbled?) jawline.]

Thanks. [Gentle squeeze to Mr. White's face.] I'm still aimin' for three or four days.

[Stubbled. It's time for a shave. Especially since he's gotta be up bright and early tomorrow. Lips always feel nice on his skin.]

I think you could, no problem.

[Hopefully without no consequences. He's that work savvy. Stipulations are what bosses hate but once they agree to them they're fucked.]

So you home for the day or what?

[Pat pat to his cheek then Freddy leans away.] Yep. I am. You wanna do somethin'?

[The kid still needs to scrub his stink off.]

I think you should freshen up.

[Now he'll not only lean but scoot. Really though if he had a problem he would have done it the moment the man came on in.]

Then maybe we can go for a walk. I dunno.

[Make like faggots or whatever Pink termed it as.]

I'm on it.

[Freddy nods, polishing off more of his beer before taking a sniff at his own collar.] It's not that bad.

[Just for the record.]

Good.

[Sniffing? Larry shakes his head.]

No, but I get to smell you so.

[Shrug. Oh and he'll pat on his ass as he gets a move on.]

Like you're some field of fuckin' daisies.

[Freddy quips--that pat on the ass gets a look though as he moseys on up, taking the beer with him.]

I smell pretty fucking good on a regular basis.

[He's taking. His beer. Never mind the dismissing. You're being followed.]

What? Gonna take that with you? If you're gonna shower with it you need way fucking more.

[Okay he'll give Lawrence Dimick that but he's not about to admit he loves the way Larry smells, whether it's tacos, Chesterfields, or his aftershave.]

Why not? It ain't like I got anything to lose.

[Freddy waits until he's in the bathroom doorway before he empties the beer bottle which involves letting a generous amount pout down his chin and right onto his shirt.]

[Following. Could be a plot. It's behavior like this that Pink caught onto with that weasel snout.]

Not like we're gonna run out, baby.

[Watching. Watching.]

Now look at what you did. Fucking slob.

[Paws grip at his face and he leans into catch the larger drops of Corona before they hit his shirt or the floor.]

Just making a bigger mess.

I'm gonna clean it up.

[Eventually. Oh that mouth feels good. With the bottle empty it's okay to let it drop to the floor. The action's slow and gentle enough the glass doesn't shatter when it hits, it only rolls away from them. In the meantime, Freddy wraps his arms around Larry to kiss his face again, probably a cheek if his mouth is occupied. The kid can't help feeling happy; that weasel doesn't give a fuck who he fucks and he's got a job with fucking Iron Man himself. Could an unwashed day ended by coming home to Larry get any better?.]

It ain't no thing.

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