A long time coming
Characters: Reno and Hayley
Location: Bar that is not Sergi's --
Date: Tuesday Night
Rating: pg13 - R (Language, kidnapping, drugging, mental torture)
Reno had been dutifully spending his time since his conversation with Veld going through the network for any sort of hint as to what would be coming their way next. It was long, tedious work and he'd found out far more than he needed to about what he was pretty sure was completely irrelevant to what was going on.
This called for a trip to a bar that wasn't Sergi's and some time out of his room. Alright, so he was still avoiding people for a while. He was pretty sure he had a right to deal with dying for a second time on his own terms now that things had calmed down enough. Sitting and drinking enough that his brain stopped seemed like a fabulous idea.
It was this train of thought that had him settled atop the bar itself with an open bottle of what was supposed to be vodka but was annoyingly tasting like grapefruit. Funny, he was pretty sure he usually had to drink more to get the fuzzy sluggish feeling in his head right now... oh well.
He took another drink, eyebrows pulling together. It really wasn't that bad, now that he was getting used to the odd citrus taste. Kinda...awesome really. It must be some sort of crazy high-proof boat vodka or something, and who was Reno to complain if this damn place decided to help him along to a post-insanity sleep?
Location: Bar that is not Sergi's --
Date: Tuesday Night
Rating: pg13 - R (Language, kidnapping, drugging, mental torture)
Reno had been dutifully spending his time since his conversation with Veld going through the network for any sort of hint as to what would be coming their way next. It was long, tedious work and he'd found out far more than he needed to about what he was pretty sure was completely irrelevant to what was going on.
This called for a trip to a bar that wasn't Sergi's and some time out of his room. Alright, so he was still avoiding people for a while. He was pretty sure he had a right to deal with dying for a second time on his own terms now that things had calmed down enough. Sitting and drinking enough that his brain stopped seemed like a fabulous idea.
It was this train of thought that had him settled atop the bar itself with an open bottle of what was supposed to be vodka but was annoyingly tasting like grapefruit. Funny, he was pretty sure he usually had to drink more to get the fuzzy sluggish feeling in his head right now... oh well.
He took another drink, eyebrows pulling together. It really wasn't that bad, now that he was getting used to the odd citrus taste. Kinda...awesome really. It must be some sort of crazy high-proof boat vodka or something, and who was Reno to complain if this damn place decided to help him along to a post-insanity sleep?