Outside the Radio Station, After Radio, Late Tuesday Night

[the_merriest]

Last night was bad. And then today was confusing. When Romeo said ... everything Romeo said. And he'd ... he'd sounded bad on radio. So.

So Rikku was going to wait here, near the radio station. Just to see if anybody walked by that she might want to talk to. If she had anything to say. She might. She wasn't sure yet.

(for reno)

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[raspberryturk]

Reno had rum. And bubble wrap. Bubble wrapped rum. For as much as he sympathized with Alice for having to listen to Britney Spears all day, this rum was his, damn it, and he wasn't giving it up to anybody.

Even if he was mostly just popping the bubbles, and kind of ignoring the alcohol. Bubble wrap was distracting.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

Pause. Stare.

"Oh, hey."

...

Pop.

[the_merriest]

"Hi," she said.

Words. She had words around here somewhere. Find them. Use them. Make some up. Flurbeshmin. Syzyphous.

"Talked to Romeo."

Those would work.

[raspberryturk]

"Notes said that. Yeah."

They totally did. The squirrels weren't liars in the least, except when they were.

"Me too."

Pop. Just one more. For good measure. The pops were far more eloquent than he was.

[the_merriest]

"He mentioned." He had. Totally a true statement, right there. Check it out.

He had bubblewrap to fidget with and she didn't. Totally not fair.

"He thought we had ... two different conversations."

Apparently, Reno's version hadn't involved the bits about him having massive commitment issues but wanting sex anyway.

Imagine that.