"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
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[ Which is the point of this whole conversation, really, outside of trying to see what White will give up willingly. He'll keep the fact that he spoke to Saya's sister to himself. ]
Or who could find out.
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[Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. By now White is starting to get that this could be about trying to talk to Orange. Fat chance. Larry licks his lips and sets his jaw before another inhale.]
Orange had about the same experience. Believe me, we tried to sort that shit on out. Some bullshit is best left untouched, you know? Lucky for you sounds like she might like you. Might mean she won't fuck around with you.
[Which is not the same as fucking.]
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[ Someone has to know something. For once, Blonde isn't trying to talk about Orange -- he doesn't give a shit at the moment. He's more worried about himself and Carla, by extension, because self-preservation is more important than revenge and he's a loyal fucking dog if you've earned it. ]
She'll fuck around with my roommate, though.
[ His voice is a little less lazy, a little more steel now. Careful, Blonde, someone's going to figure out you give several more damns than you let on before you do. ]
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Maybe she'll get bored. I dunno.
[For a moment he truly wishes that he could be more helpful. Except it isn't only about worrying about Blonde, it's tangling with Saya. White still isn't too sure about Carla the roommate. A direct involvement to this sort of bullshit is exactly what he does not need.]
You got anything she might want?
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[ His dick, his hands on her cars. Saya and Carla are the two people in this city who know he came in with a bullet in his chest, not dead but dying. Saya's kept the secret, as far as he knows, but she has power over him because of it.
Motherfuck. Thinking ahead never was his strong suit; he's just better at it than Carla. Not that he could help where he showed up, but he could have made himself scarce afterward. ]
Hard to tell what she wants, anyway.
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[Off hand comment. That's all. And maybe she's fixing to make Blonde something he's not or doesn't even want to be.]
Tell 'er you're looking for new work and moving on up or something.
[Lie the same way that she does, it would only be fair. Larry's running on out of Chesterfield. Damn.]
You could try talking to her but I don't think she'll give up any answers or apologies to anybody.
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She lost her other mechanic. Could be enough to get her to want me to stick around.
[ Too bad. ]
Not sure she'd even realize what she has to apologize for. She's not there, you know?
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[Or own on up to it. Sounds like Blonde and his roommate caught Saya red handed with not a word edgewise. He shrugs.]
Hard to say where the fuck she's coming from. I think that's what makes it a potentially dangerous situation.
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[ About all of that, really. He's not so great at conversations. ]
You're sure you don't know anyone who could tell me more?
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[Even to Orange who did value her as a friend. Freddy's friendship is something that is in most cases fireproof and for this one she got the shaft.]
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[ He doesn't tell most people much either, but people have eyes. ]