There are no clean slates [COMPLETE]

[ravishravage]

WHO: Ravager, Jason Todd
WHERE: Out and about, wherever we freakin' please >:U
WHEN: New Year's Eve--nearly an hour left
FORMAT: Whatever we decide ._.
WARNINGS: Uhm

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[lolnotdead]

Work. Jason was stuck working practically all of New Years Eve. It was amazing how dense gang members could be; he spent so much of his time building a foundation and the moment he turned around it would crumble. It seemed some things weren’t meant to be. It was worth it though. At least, he hoped it was. They were already slowly weaving themselves into the mob and at the same time pressing themselves on other gangs.

It was nearly midnight and members of the Hoods were bitching a moaning about working. He had nearly forgotten it was New Years eve. It was such a useless holiday, if one could even call it that. It was pain, they weren’t done with checking the inventory of their recent shipment, however, Jason let them leave regardless. It wasn’t worth the headache.

Call it curiosity, but as Jason trudged around the alleyways he wondered what Rose was doing. She was much more social than he was; he figured she’d be out with a group of stranger or somebody, someone.

What are you doing? he wrote to her over the communicator.

[ravishravage]

The communicator beeped faintly from under her sleeve without her noticing. She caught it the second time, lifting her sleeve and slipping the device off her wrist. Her eyebrows raised. It must have really been a slow day at the warehouse for him to bother touching base. She flicked her cigarette off the overpass and texted back.

Killing time.

She pressed 'send' and dropped the communicator into her pocket, hugging her arms and leaning them against the railing, drinking in the quiet for however long it'd last before Jason would start complaining.

[lolnotdead]

Jason cursed his impatience. There were times when he was just so impatient it bothered him, this was one of those moments.

Where?

He originally wanted to type with who but he could already imagine her reply, which would be an assortment of sarcastic or teasing remarks. None of which would actually answer his question.

[ravishravage]

Rose huffed, picking the communicator back up and glancing down at the screen. He was either bored out of his mind or needed her to actually do something, and considering how the former was usually the case...

A block from Sergei's, she texted back, patting her coat down in search of her last cigarette.