Fandom High 20 Year Reunion Mixer, Community Center, Saturday Evening

[fjordicswagger]

The bulky booze reserves Tamsin had reeled in during their last stop had no real end in sight. So great was their wealth that this time around, they'd actually just put wine and beer barrels out to function as tables across the community center

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[fjordicswagger]

No, seriously. There is a lot of booze.

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[rebelseekspizza]

At some undefined because certain people aren't around yet point in time, Dante arrived, having somehow managed to piece together enough money to buy something appropriate - by someone's standards, anyway - that actually fit him.

He picked up a nice, cold glass of tomato juice at the bar, leaned back, and eyed the floor.

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[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe sauntered up, mimosa in hand.

"I think your hair got better with age," he said, grinning. "Hey."

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[rebelseekspizza]

"And I stopped getting haircuts," Dante said idly. (It showed. His hair had gotten pretty long.) "Hey, man. Long time no see."

He waved at Roscoe with his juice. "What's up?"

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[thewrathofkaan]

"Oh, you know. LA life. Living with my kid sister. Tearing my beautiful hair out over my clients who think I'm working this weekend." His phone was vibrating incessantly as he was talking, but he ignored it. "How about you?"

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Eh, life's not bad," Dante said. He wasn't being vague on purpose or anything. "Didn't plan on getting stuck in my old room when I came back here, but I guess you take what you get."

He nodded towards the phone. "You could just dump that in a glass of wine or switch it off or something."

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[thewrathofkaan]

"That's Fandom for you," Roscoe said. "I'm used to waking up with guys I barely remember, but normally it's not in two separate twin beds."

"And nah, I gotta get back to them sometime," he sighed. "Plus how else will I take pictures of my ugly clothes from high school to show my sister the future embarrassment she has to look forward to?"

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey, your clothes weren't that bad," said Dante, whose own fashion sense had gone slightly further upscale, but had not quite come back from left field. "You were creative."

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[thewrathofkaan]

"All weird, all the time," Roscoe agreed. "But you know. New styles and trends these days. I have to say, I'm glad we as a society ditched the 'dress like you're trying to shrink your junk' pants years ago." Skinny jeans were unfortunately the best pants option he had had this morning. He so didn't miss them. "And now people look to me to tell them what's cute, and this is so not."

He paused. "Your jacket, on the other hand, that's a good look. You find that in your old closet?"

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante snorted. "Yeah, no," he said. "Younger me thought sowing the Union Jack on a coat was a fashion statement."

Not that he was really trying to make fashion statements. Then, or now. "What's hip with the clients these days?"

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[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe grinned. "Oh, now you've got me talking about my life's work and I'll never shut up," he warned. "Well, lately it's been-"

Suddenly he had to cough, and he held up one finger as he cleared his throat. Except that a moment later, any talk of clothes was kind of beside the point because Roscoe was gone and a small, wriggling black bunny was in his place.

So... that was one way to ditch the skinny jeans.

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[rebelseekspizza]

There was a short pause.

Dante lowered his drink away from his face.

"Huh," he said. "Now that's a hare-raising tale."

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[thewrathofkaan]

Roscoe chittered in agreement and plopped down on Dante's shoe.

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Right," Dante said, reaching up to pick up the bunny. "Can't leave a rabbit running around a dance floor."

Luckily there were all those empty dorm rooms upstairs, right?

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[soniaroadsqueen]

There was a woman leaning back against the bar, not far away, who was slowly surveying the room. Her eyes were careful. Wary.

She didn't look a whole lot like the Ringo Noyamano of twenty years ago, with short hair and no grin, but the nametag she was wearing claimed that that was who she was.

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[rebelseekspizza]

And Dante hadn't gone this long without realizing it when he was being watched.

He was slow to acknowledge it, though. Slow enough that Ringo's gaze had probably already gone elsewhere. He lifted his chin, raised an eyebrow... and walked in her direction. Casually.