For Kon

[first_pink_lady]

It was official.  Rizzo was tired of the rain.  It'd been alright at first, enough of a change from the monotony of constant sunshine for her to want to raid the clothing box for the mackintosh and rain hat it had never made sense to own in Venice, California.  Then she'd ended up looking more like Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot TIn Roof, but not

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[not_the_s]

Each and every time Kon made his way to the Compound, he looked like a drowned rat, no matter if he had an umbrella or not. No matter if he was head to toe in plastic or not. He did actually have an umbrella, but It didn't do much when the rain was going sideways, like it was right now. As he got closer, he noticed someone watching him. He squinted and raised a hand, grinning when he saw the familiar face.

"Hey, Rizzo. You don't have a spare towel, do you?"

As he ducked inside and began shaking the water off, he was definitely in drowned rat territory.

[first_pink_lady]

"Hey," She said, drawing the word out as her lips turned into a smile. Maybe her day wouldn't be so dull after all. She followed him to the door, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, her cigarette propped between her fingers. "Nope. Guess you'll just have to go and throw your clothes in the drier like the rest of us."

[not_the_s]

He could have gone the safe route. Could have, but he was amused that he had someone who apparently liked flirting with him. "But then what will I wear?" Of course, he was probably throwing himself into the fire for that remark, but he could live with it.

[first_pink_lady]

"Your birthday suit oughta do just fine." Rizzo replied instantly at the opening for it, lips twisted in a smile, cool as a cat.