Abaranger A1, Sunday Night

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Edge, Sunday Night

[raspberryturk]

Reno was in worse deep trouble than Elena probably imagined he was in. When his phone rang, it was the dead of night, and he was off in the wastelands, stalking back toward Edge.

"Stupid friggin'... Yo!"

If he sounded like he was in a startlingly good mood, that was really Reno codespeak for 'I haven't slept in two days and I've been killing one-hits in the wastelands for about as long and I will kill you all.'

Re: Edge, Sunday Night

[findingelena]

"Reno?" Elena frowned, shifting position slightly. "Sorry, am I interrupting? I can call back."

He didn't ... exactly sound like himself. Shit. What kind of situation had she left him in?

Re: Edge, Sunday Night

[raspberryturk]

"Rookie!" Reno was grinning that half-sane grin that he wore while he was stuck in that 'coming down off a job high' phase. Not that Elena could see it. "You ain't interruptin' nothin'! I'm just headin' home for the night, yo!"

There was important sleeping to do! For a little while!

"How's Fandom treatin' you so far?"

Re: Edge, Sunday Night

[findingelena]

"Late night?" she asked. "Are you on sewer-cleaning duty, without a brush?"

Tseng had been pissed. Tseng liked to take his anger out on his employees. Especially Reno, and especially if he could convince himself that the situation was Reno's fault.

"... how bad is it?"

That was more important than whether or not she was enjoying Fandom. Because she could lie, and come home.