raspberryturk | Room 429, Tuesday Morning

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Room 429, Tuesday Morning

After the fiasco with the television yesterday, Reno had emptied out about half of his liquor stash before going to bed.

Waking up with a hangover and then taking a shower in rum had been unexpected, but he was willing to look at it as a new beginning.

A good start to the day.

Better than being to his knees in fictional sewer water had been.

That was why all of Reno's empties were now filled with showerhead rum. And once he was done having himself another shower in the hair of the dog, he was going to spend a good chunk of the day in his room, loving the heck out of the weirdness of Fandom.

[[Tuesday woo! Shamelessly linkdroppy for one whole link and establishy unless someone wants to pop in to harrass Reno and his rum-water. Me? I'm headed to bed. Mmm, bed.]]

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Romeo had, for once, listened to radio that morning, and was wondering how exactly you got trapped inside the TV.

It was not an urge to snicker that lead him to knock on Reno's door after Auto mechanics, carrying two mugs of what would be coffee if it hadn't been made with 100 percent run. Really. he was just ... concerned.

"Yoooo!"

Reno's 'yo' was slightly more... emphatic than usual. And it was accompanied by several honks, an agitated chitter, and a loud thump before a rather ruffled Reno opened the door, clutching the ferret he'd tripped over and reeking of ale thanks to the showers he'd had earlier.

"Romeo! How you doin'?" It was a good day to be Reno today.

Well, at least the TV hadn't turned him blue or anything. (Romeo had no idea how these things worked.)

Romeo grinned as he waved a mug of coffee-flavored rum in Reno and the ferret's direction. "I showered in beer this morning," he announced. "I've had worse starts to my days. How are you?"

"Showered in rum! Ain't this island freakin' awesome?"

Mako honked his approval. He wasn't drunk, but people sure seemed happy about it!

"Some days it is," Romeo had to agree, sipping at his own mug. It tasted fairly awful, especially as Romeo wasn't great at making coffee to start with, but he was sure he wouldn't notice after a few sips. "That one's yours, by the by. It would be coffee if we had water."

"Booze coffee?"

Reno stared at the coffee. And then he reached for the coffee. And he was thrilled with the coffee. It was just the sort of day that required he be thrilled, after all.

"Boooooze coffee. Man, you're the best ever and then some. Totally just skipped over the havin' to add Bailey's or whatever, yo!"

Reno? Clearly pleased.

It ... wasn't as bad as it could have been, actually, and Romeo only grimaced for a moment as he took the first sip.

"Coffee and alcohol at once. It's good even if it tastes bad," he decided. "I only have a minute, though. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were before work." He paused the pause of someone who knew he might be bringing up something inappropriate, then ventured, "Radio said something about you and Ron?"

Reno's eyelid twitched slightly. It was the twitch of a drunken man who ... had to twitch, dammit, and that was that.

"Next time he pulls out that twig of his tryin' to put a hex on me, I'm gonna bust in his face first and rip out his tongue and we'll see how many words he gets out then, won't we?"

Subtle Reno is subtle.

All right, then.

Romeo was not going to ask more questions.

"Here," he said instead. "Have more coffee-rum." That seemed a much less twitchy topic, and his voice got quieter as he said, "And if you needed me to I'd help." He had nothing against Ron, but anybody Reno wanted to beat up, Romeo would help with. He was thoughtful like that.

Coffee-rum was the best thing ever and Romeo was the best guy on the island to have as a not-quite-Turk-but-close-enough-dammit and that was that.

"Appreciated, yo." And there was when Reno took a long swig, raising an eyebrow at the flavor. He paused. He considered. And then he shrugged and chugged back the rest. "You ever look at the TV and go, 'damn, if I was in there I'd do it all different?'"

"In gunfight scenes," Romeo said easily. "Actors have no business with firearms, and you can tell. And sometimes when I'm watching a reality show, but those exist to mock the people on them."

"Is it different on the other side of the screen?"

"Bein' on the same side of the screen as the characters makes you kinda wanna strangle 'em more," Reno mused. "And it's easier to appreciate running away from badly-constructed clay dinosaurs when they're big enough to freakin' swallow you whole, yo."

Romeo shuddered. "Someone told me they once had an invasion of dinosaurs here," he answered. "I'd rather not fight such beasts, or flee them. Better they stay inside the screen as I stay outside."

"Wouldn't have been so bad if I had my damn stun baton," Reno decided. "But goin' up against freakin' monsters without a weapon is just stupid. They're all muscle and teeth. I'm... kinda not."

Well, he wasn't. Scrawny runt. But at least he could run like hell.

"And even if you were all muscle, they'd still be larger and have sharper teeth," Romeo pointed out. "Did you run?"

He was also a rather scrawny specimen.

"From the dinosaurs? Like the freakin' wind," Reno replied solemnly. He had his stupid moments. That had not been one of them. "From the werewolves, not so much. They're not that much bigger, yo."

Size made all the difference, really.

Romeo looked like he thought Reno was nuts. "But they still have teeth and claws and a taste for blood," he said.

Reno probably was nuts.

"Remind me to tell you more about my job sometime, Romeo, man," Reno decided, turning to put the ferret away. Reno wasn't sure if letting Mako chew on his booze-soaked finger was a very good idea, after all.

A drunk ferret might be funny.

"They made you fight monsters without a weapon," Romeo said. The statement carried some of the inflection of a question, but wasn't really one. "Later is probably a better time for me to ask that, but I would listen if you wanted to talk."

A sober ferret was funny.

"Sometimes weapons aren't even enough," Reno replied with a shrug. "Anytime that's good for you is good for me, man. Maybe... A more sober time, though, yeah. Can tell you all about clones an' haywire robots and ... uhhh. More clones. And stuff."

Really, there had been more than clones and robots. Also, Reno had showered in rum. Coincidence?

"A more sober time and a time when I don't have a shop to open before a drunken pixie decides to fire me, or throw things at me, whichever amuses her more," Romeo said, rolling his eyes. "I'll see you later."

Reno grinned and nodded. "Then, too. See you on the flipside, man!"

And now was a great time for a drunken thumbs-up. Best buddy ever, right there. Him and Rude. The both of them. Best ever. Yep!

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