The Dorm Stairwell, Monday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

Comments

[ashockingbitch]

"Always seemed like that to me, anyway." Disregard the part where she's technically old enough to be Reno's great-great-grandma. Jenny pointed at Reno with her cig. "You I like."

[raspberryturk]

"You ain't half bad, either," Reno said, oblivious or uncaring or both about any rampant age issues. She had attitude. "Might have to keep you in mind sometime in the future for a trip to Caritas to do some unlawful gettin' drunk."

[ashockingbitch]

"I'm in 401," Jenny said, to facilitate said looking her up to get drunk. "Just, you know, shower if you've been running up and down the bloody stairs before. Please."

[raspberryturk]

"Just underneath me," Reno mused. "I'll be sure to make hygiene a priority before knockin' on your door, yo."

[ashockingbitch]

"Ta," said Jenny. "See you around, Reno. I'll let you get back to your...running."

[raspberryturk]

"See ya 'round, Jenny." See, he was good with names. Impressive? Sure.

Room 401. He was taking copious mental notes as he resumed his running up the stairs.