Room 429, Tuesday Morning

[raspberryturk]

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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[raspberryturk]

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?'"

[withoutverona]

"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?"

[raspberryturk]

"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."

[withoutverona]

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."

[raspberryturk]

"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.

[withoutverona]

"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.

[raspberryturk]

"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.

[withoutverona]

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

[raspberryturk]

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.

[withoutverona]

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."

[raspberryturk]

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?

[withoutverona]

"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."

[raspberryturk]

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!