But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Nope...but how to accept it without giving Larry some way to call Eames an asshole? Hmmmmmmmmmm.]

It don't matter, I ain't gonna drink alone.

[whitetwoguns]

[See though, even if Freddy won't allow one more the old man has a bounty of reasons on his own.]

Got that right.

[Pat, pat to his knee. Might as well be a smack on the cheek. Are they up to that level of seamless intimacy in public?]

What're you having?

[He'll be nice and ease on into it. Ears are open and nose is looking for clues.]

[orangetoughguy]

Beer... [Rolling his bottle by the neck.] I was thinkin' tequila shots.

[Back when Freddy thought he'd have a FUN time tonight. Now he doesn't think tequila shots will yield such a harmless result.]

[whitetwoguns]

[But but but Freddy. You can have fun with this old fart can't you? It's not the same as buddy fun but...maybe? Shit the sentiment would bend the old man out of shape in a few places.

For now though, he smiles. If his man wants to get fucked up he's gonna get fucked up.]

Tequila shots. Fuck.

[He leans back and wraps on the bar with his knuckles.]

Hey. [To whoever is on staff.] Get this guy tequila shots. [Oops. Wait.] How many?

[orangetoughguy]

[True enough if Larry's willing to deal with a smashed kid. It's not like they haven't gone out to get drunk before. Usually Pink's along for the ride. Tequila shots it is.]

Thanks.

[As for the public touching, he takes it just fine, it doesn't even faze Freddy though maybe it's because it's nothing particularly intimate. Yet.]