Fandom: Reservoir Dogs
Character: Mr. Orange
Notes: Written for acidic_flower, submitted for mmom Day 3.
He’d given up everything for the job; his name, his identity, but he wouldn’t give up this.
He was Mr. Orange now. Spending his days with these thugs. Listening to their crude banter, blending in like a chameleon, telling the commode story to convince them he was one of them.
But here, in his filthy hotel room, he was still Freddy. Cock in hand, jerking off. They couldn’t take that away.
Except they had. Because when he closed his eyes, squeezing and stroking, bringing a moment of pleasure to this bleak existence, he didn’t see his ex, or the waitress that Mr. Pink had refused to tip or the strippers he ogled because Orange definitely would.
He saw Mr. White.