Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some handwavey messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo made a face. "Bite your tongue. I'd look fine with a ponytail. It'd keep my hair out of my face for once."

A different haircut would also do that, but haircuts weren't Romeo.

"I think I could get Yurika in trouble if I offered booze runs," he added, though the look on his face suggested he was considering it.

[raspberryturk]

"It'd keep things interesting," Reno noted with a laugh. "Better stick with coffee. Irished up."

He'd totally learned what that meant while he was in school, here. People back in Edge had no freaking clue what he meant when he said that phrase, sadly.

"But, uh, buy the coffee from somewhere."

Reno remembered Romeo's coffee.