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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

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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"I think I'll be passing on the everclear tonight," Arthur announced, plucking a bottle of some ale that looked somewhat promising out of Reno's... sizable collection. "Although by the end of last night, there could've been anything in that punch."

"Man, there was everything in that punch. It was awesome, yo."

Reno had a unique notion of 'awesome,' really. It involved hangovers and probably puking.

"I should'a snuck some out with me after the dance, yo. Could'a added it to the collection!"

Most of this was coming back with him to Edge. And it'd probably be gone over the span of a week, too.

"It might have potential as some kind of weapon," Romeo suggested from the spot on the floor where he sat, head back against the bed. "Or to strip paint on old furniture. I'm afraid of what would happen were it left to age."

Leto laughed, shaking his head. He had managed to eliminate some of the effects of the alcohol yesterday, so he was feeling better than he should have today.

"So, what is your suggestion for today, Reno?"

"Beyond his usual recipe of alcohol and bad humor?" Arthur asked, shooting first Leto, then Reno himself an amused look. He, himself, had found a respectable perch on the floor, taking up possibly more space than he necessarily should. "I fear what you might have unleashed on us with that question."

"Hey, I thought of crap to do," Reno said, trying not to sound too put off by the suggestion that all he really had in mind was drinking.

... In all fairness, all Reno really had in mind was drinking games. But those totally counted as something to do, dammit!

"We can, I dunno. Just shoot the shit. It's been too damn long since the four of us were all in one room together. Oooor we can mix drinks an' see which of us pukes first."

Weird notions of fun, this one.

"I'd rather talk," Romeo said, staring at the ceiling with only a slight wayward glance to Reno. Really, vomiting for fun? "Did any of you meet Jackie Blue last night? She's ... extraordinary."

Romeo had been kissed by a love goddess. It tended to stay in his mind.

Leto chose not to come up with any suggestions himself. "I suppose these activities are possible to combine. Although I might want to opt out of the puking too." He turned to Romeo, curious. "Jackie Blue? No. Extraordinary in what way?"

"I'll go easy on the vomit as well," Arthur contributed, glancing at Romeo. "I was a little preoccupied last night," he volunteered. Then, after realising how that sounded, added a quick, "Who was she?" before any questions could be fielded.

Mostly because for once, he had opted not to preoccupy himself that way.

"I just felt drawn to her," Romeo said. "Older woman, but still, I felt it. And she kissed me on the cheek and .... the rest of the night was wonderful."

He adjusted the glass in his hands. "Possibly a coincidence. Preoccupied how, Arthur?"

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"Drinking, mainly, courtesy of someone," Arthur said, shooting Reno an amused look. "Do you think she drugged you...?"

What, it was possible. People did that all the time.

...if you were Arthur, and you had a tendency of throwing yourself bodily at trouble otherwise.

"Romeo, gettin' himself drugged by some random old broad? Yeah, that'd be the day, wouldn't it?"

Reno allowed a moment for a shit-sure kind of grin, and then flopped down to take a seat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a bottle of whatever was closest on the way.

"I think it was a damn fine dance, yo. Good night. Good punch."

"Well, you did improve it, didn't you?" Leto told Reno, looking perfectly serious. Then he looked at Romeo. "Magic, perhaps? Or some other kind of similar talent? Drugs are a possibility."

Romeo snorted. "It could be. If she did it wasn't the bad kind of drugging. I haven't turned into a frog or anything."

Nodding lazily and sipping from his particular random bottle, he added, "It was a good night. I'm so glad we got one last dance before it's time for me to go."

"Tomorrow's the day, isn't it?" Arthur inquired, swigging his beer at a leisurely pace.

"Tomorrow's the day for the both of us. I gotta be outta here in the morning, too. But it was worth comin' back for," Reno noted. And then took a long swig from his bottle. And then smirked. "An' Romeo? If you turned into a frog, I got an item that'll clear that shit right up, yo."

Frogdom didn't have to be permanent unless you were made of felt.

Leto would miss both of them, but he was Fremen enough not to mention it. "You never said you could end animal transformations," he said instead. He had picked a bottle; the colour of the content was odd, and the taste worse, but he wasn't complaining.

"My sister is organising a trip to Arrakis."

"Yeah," Reno replied, nodding faintly. "Dinah mentioned. She should'a put it on a term sooner, man. I would'a loved to go, yo."

Seriously. Giant sandworms and Spice and sand and Fremen. A whole civilization of people who learned to thrive in a harsh world. That would have been right up Reno's alley.

"The ending animal transformations thing is kinda iffy, though. Mostly just for frogs."

"... why only frogs?" Romeo had to ask.

He probably would have gone to Arrakis for the experience, but he wasn't much for sand without large bodies of water nearby,

"... 'Cause Frog is an actual issue, back home. People get turned into frogs by monsters or whatever all the time, yo."

...

Reno was saying this as though it was an everyday, normal thing.

No, he probably didn't realize how ridiculous it sounded.

Leto looked at Reno, feeling the effect of alcohol on his mind. "And people tell me my home world is strange."

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