Sorry for the late x__xredhotluvinOctober 31 2009, 22:28:00 UTC
Reno had been looking forward to reuniting with his best friend. Though, at the same time, he was a little apprehensive about how troubled Ren came across over their journal conversation. The guy was pretty damn laidback, so knowing something was bothering him meant it must've been pretty serious.
A smile came across Reno's face as he caught sight of Ren, and he hurried over, bag slung over his shoulder clanging with what was (almost) obviously liquid gold- er, beer.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" he greeted, swinging said bag around and onto the ground at their feet.
He could hear the sound of the bottles that he was carrying long before Reno actually spoke up so he turned around before he heard that ridiculous greeting. “Ah, now that’s a sight I enjoy,” Ren grinned, “Reno with beer.” It wasn’t a rare sight, Reno was half Irish for god’s sake, but it was one that Ren never tired of.
Once the bag hit the ground, Ren opened it to grab two bottles, handing one to the redhead. “Do you actually use those lines when picking up girls?” Ren asked, slightly amused, “Because if you do, I have to wonder what idiots you sleep around with.” Although Ren couldn’t complain, he had his share of really dumb girls in the past but at the same time, he never tried to pick one up like that.
"Heh, don't I know it." Reno chuckled at Ren's comment as he took the bottle, though the follow-through had his cheerful grin warp into a mocking scowl. He tsked, shaking his head reproachfully. "Give me a little credit, would ya? Though, you'd actually be surprised at what does work."
He too a swig of his beer, letting out a satisfied sigh before speaking up again, "So," he started, finally sitting down next to the fellow Gryffindor. "What's up?" he figured he'd leave it open, leaving it up to Ren whether to delve into his woes straight away or start off with smalltalk.
Snapping off the bottle cap, Ren drank from his own beer and flicked the remains of his cigarette on the ground. Leave it to the Irish guy to know which beer was good. “Let me guess, you know what works and what doesn’t because you used every pick up line in the book?” He asked with a grin. Ren’s pretty sure he heard most of them, from the classic ‘did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ to ‘You look like my third wife… and I’ve only been married twice.’ For some reason the angel ones worked which Ren thought was ridiculous
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A smile came across Reno's face as he caught sight of Ren, and he hurried over, bag slung over his shoulder clanging with what was (almost) obviously liquid gold- er, beer.
"What's cookin', good lookin'?" he greeted, swinging said bag around and onto the ground at their feet.
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Once the bag hit the ground, Ren opened it to grab two bottles, handing one to the redhead. “Do you actually use those lines when picking up girls?” Ren asked, slightly amused, “Because if you do, I have to wonder what idiots you sleep around with.” Although Ren couldn’t complain, he had his share of really dumb girls in the past but at the same time, he never tried to pick one up like that.
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He too a swig of his beer, letting out a satisfied sigh before speaking up again, "So," he started, finally sitting down next to the fellow Gryffindor. "What's up?" he figured he'd leave it open, leaving it up to Ren whether to delve into his woes straight away or start off with smalltalk.
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