Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Okay, so there'd been that dance last night. And there'd been training with Ghanima, and plenty of drinking, and then Fight Club, and now there was to be even more drinking. Because that was just how Reno rolled.

He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made a handwavey booze run earlier in the day, and he was now good and stocked up with everything from Absolut to the ingredients to slosh together a Flaming Zombie.

The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.

Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.

[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]

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Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[intraspective]

Ino waved at Dōjima-san. "Look, see, now you can't sulk," she said, laughing.

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

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"I might sulk anyway, just to be contrary," she teased. "I brought sake!"

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[intraspective]

"Are you going to let me have some?" Ino wondered, looking woeful at the idea of not getting any. "If I'd thought about it, I would've seen about bringing shōchū, with me."

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Always," she replied, swinging a bottle. "I know that you know how to appreciate it!"

Re: Arrive! Mingle!

[intraspective]

"They'd have to disown me if I didn't," Ino laughed, leaning back comfortably. "It's practically impossible to not appreciate it."