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Listen, no matter what's going on outside, you can always count on one of us to take your call. It's what we're here for until end of watch.

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[siiiiigh goes here]

you and the partner keep the eyes peeled

im in a u boat

[Freddy knows Larry won't like that if only Larry knows what it means.]

you are

[NOT reassuring]

arent you supposed to go in packs or something?

[Whoops how'd you figure that one out so fast, Dimmy??]

one of us got hauled off to county

[Evasiveness on that partner detail gets a man's attention.]

you're fucking kidding. what?!

the f has a short fuse

[He actually doesn't know why the partner got sent to prison yet it's hardly surprising.]

fuck.

so then he's there, you're here? that's the story.

[The story he has to ask for. :I]

thats the story

[What do you expect him to do, Dimmy, write a novel on his phone 8(?]

an important story

[Yes, yes he did. Or call. >(]

do you want something

[Oh no a ticked off old man he'll do anything now (maybe).]

you shouldn't go alone. not now

[An idea is forming but... sigh. Hard times.]

somebodys got to be out there

come here to the casino

[A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.]

ill visit but im not stayin

okay. i understand. just come here.

[He's not gonna like it, but that'd make two of em.]

[Sure enough, White is waiting out by the curb. He wouldn't be outside if he felt that the kid was going to stop in. Shades on, no matter the time. Smoke rolls out of his mouth and the cherry of his cigarette flickers dimly at his hand. The way his jaw is set, and his stance it reads tension.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.]

You shouldn't be outside.

[Freddy calls from the patrol pick up as it rolls right on next to where Larry stands, passenger door to the curb because they drive on the right in these parts.]

It's not gonna be for long.

[One last inhale, a big one and he's got a grip on the passenger door handle. God or whoever, give him strength.]

Let me in.

[As though he is going to reveal something in the sanctity of the partner
s truck.]

Edited 2013-06-19 05:36 (UTC)

Okay.

[It's unlocked, Dimmy's free to climb in, in fact the kid thinks they're going to have a brief but serious conversation assuring each other of the fact they gotta do what they gotta do as long as they do it safe enough to come home at the end of the day. That's what this is about right? Right??]

[He sits heavily and takes a breath. In and then out. It isn't a squad car. It would be way more terrible then, right? Right? Larry rubs his palms on his knees and then reaches for the seat belt.]

Okay, cowboy. I'm going with you.

[For good measure he locks the doors.]

Let's roll.

What.

[Caramel green eyes widen up and stare at the old man. Look he's got his rifle leaning in the center, they've got their cage barricade separating the front from the back. Hey Larry's ridden there before hasn't he!]

[He has been in Ferg's souped up truck. It was brief. It wasn't with the intent of practically joy riding all the little long day. It has elements of a squad car. Not the smell. It smells vaguely of pig. Not that kind, but the weird skin walking pig.]

I am going with you, just...do your thing.

[Cop thing.]

You heard me.

[Don't make it harder than it is!]

[Thank god the truck's in park because right now his hands are flapping all over the place.]

I'm on patrol! You want to go on patrol? P-A-T-R-O-L. Like a cop.

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