Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself

[mydarknation]

Who: Rufus, with phonecalls to at least Scarlet, probably Reeve
When: Day 46, evening
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Done for the day, Rufus curls up with a bottle of whiskey and a cell phone.
Note: Working assumption that he is back from his visit with Red by evening and that he obtained Cosmo Canyon whiskey while he was

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[gunnin_for_ya]

"-insist on changing things without asking me first then of course you're going to fuck it up!" She was tugging the blueprints away from Reeve, pulling the blue pencil of death from where she'd tucked it in her bun and preparing to fix the damage Toy-Boy had wrought (and okay, so it really wasn't that bad but it was the idea of the thing) when her phone chirped, making her jump.

She tugged it from her purse, and glanced down at the caller ID. Rufus. Great.

"Shut up for a minute, will you? And don't touch anything or I'll break your arms." Then she snapped the phone open, and demanded, "What?"

[mydarknation]

He frowned slightly as a voice on the other line responded. Oh.

"Scarlet?" he questioningly identified, sounding far more surprised than someone who had just called someone should be. Well that wasn't a whole lot better than Tseng. She probably wouldn't give him a lecture, but he doubted it would be a pleasant conversation, either. Oh well.

"...how are you?"

[gunnin_for_ya]

She blinked. And blinked again, for good measure. He sounded awfully surprised. Maybe he'd dialed the wrong number? She opened her mouth to razz him about screwing up when the second question came, and effectively silenced her.

For a moment she simply sat with her mouth slightly open, wondering at the words, but more so at the tone of his voice. Where was the dry sarcasm? Maybe, she thought, this was a shockingly inept attempt to cover an embarrassing misdial. Her jaw snapped shut and her eyes flicked to Reeve, then back to the diagram on the table. Eventually, a smirk tugged up a corner of her lips. She etched out a quick calculation in the margin of the sheet, and changed the design accordingly.

Play along, and let him squirm when he realizes he's being being extremely unsmooth? Yes please. Bonus points if I can confuse the hell out of R-- Tuesti in the process.She turned away a bit, as though to field a private conversation, (though when she thought about it, just what the hell was turning away supposed to do?) but, keeping with

[mydarknation]

He was almost enough out of it that he didn't notice the "Sweet Heart." Almost. He hadn't lost his sensibilities entirely.

"Scarlet. Nicknames. Stop, please." He fell into silence for a brief moment after that, having mostly forgotten that she had also asked him a question. He rolled onto his side and found himself staring at his glass of whiskey, though he didn't bother to reach for it.

"Cosmo Canyon whiskey is good, you know..." he trailed off, then added as an afterthought, "But if you want to try it you'll have to get your own."

[[OOC: Apparently we are going with random. XDDDD And yeah, I second the thought of Reeve popping in every now and then.]]