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[ WHO ] : Rubi Malone (whiskeykillshot) and Reno (untucking)
[ WHERE ]: Third floor and Apartment 302.
[ WHEN ]: After waking up in her own room with only one revolver and no booze, Rubi goes scavenging for her remaining belongings as well as hopefully some alcohol. Lulz insues.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Potential violence and Rubi/Reno's badmouthing.
[ NOTES ]: Let the ( Read more... )
[ WHERE ]: Third floor and Apartment 302.
[ WHEN ]: After waking up in her own room with only one revolver and no booze, Rubi goes scavenging for her remaining belongings as well as hopefully some alcohol. Lulz insues.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Potential violence and Rubi/Reno's badmouthing.
[ NOTES ]: Let the ( Read more... )
Cocking an eyebrow at him with the same cheshire cat grin baring her pearly whites, she deigned not to reply to his comment, but did turn her eyes to the lone bed curiously. Bed monsters now, huh? Jesus, what next. Alligators in the toilets?
Actually, scratch that. It wouldn't surprise her one bit if that was true. Whoever ran this joint had a sick sense of humor... although that made her all the more happy to have boobs and estrogen. Girls didn't have to worry about getting something bitten off by a shitter croc.
"You ain't so bad at dodging shit either." She replied wryly, drumming her fingers on her thigh while one hand caught the bottle as it trundled along the carpet. "You're lucky. I don't miss often."
The Turk's offer was turned down with a curt negative shake of her head, running a hand through her hair to clear her vision somewhat ineffectively since her bangs fell over one eye in the exact same fashion as it had settled in seconds before. Coffin nails and booze... what a way to spend a day after waking up from being stabbed. Not that she was complaining, of course.
In the nicotine-tinged silence after he spoke... no, demanded her company rather presumptuously, Malone gave him a very blatant up-and-down stare prior to taking a long, drawn out drink from the brown-black bottle in her grasp. A sibilant exhalation heavily laced with the scent of strong alcohol extended her silence for a few moments longer.
"Well shit son. You never told me you needed a babysitter. I'm flattered." She chuckled, lifting her gaze from where it had been focused on the carpet. Inclining her chin, Rubi winked and pushed herself to her feet, dusting herself off with her free hand.
"Let get this fuckin' party started already. Your whining's giving me a headache."
Here's hoping the shadow varmint wasn't waiting in the doorway for her.
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"Look, lady, I got better things to do with my fuckin' time than sit around gettin' shit from you. Whoever the fuck you think you are, let's get one thing straight: I don't give a crap." He impressed his comment by jabbing the baton towards her; "So drop the high-and-mighty act, yo, because that's giving me a headache. 'Scuse me for not being immune to fuckin' bullets." Reno grit his teeth and turned for the door, and pulled it open with the swiftness of one who just might be expecting something nasty on the other side.
The corridor was clear.
"Fuck. Whatever you saw out here ... it ain't here anymore. I don't like it."
Frustrated, he kicked the door back on it's hinges with the toe of his boot before striding out onto the hall, EMR resting lazily over the back of his neck and shoulder as he adopted his usual stance of casual alertness. He flexed the fingers of his left hand; finally, the blood-flow had slowed to a half-hearted, slow ooze, which meant that the sooner he got it cleaned up and away from the sting of the air the better. Without bothering to call for her to catch up - he figured she really wouldn't like that - he set off down the hallway in search of the stairwell that would lead them out of the block ...
And hey, maybe there'd be a town map lying around somewhere in the lobby, if they got lucky. Then again, maybe not.
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