fandomhighdorms | Lupus Campfire, Monday Afternoon

The afternoon had seemed as good a time as any for Reno to wander out to the campfire after making sure all his crap was still in place in his alcove. Paranoia meant that he was going to be taking extra measures this summer to make certain that his things didn't walk off on him. Not that there was anyone in particular who he had his eye on, really, but when you grow up in a 'take what you can get' atmosphere, sometimes it's tough to get your head around it. He missed having a single room with a lock on the door already.

Which was why, when he finally wandered out of his alcove and to the campfire, it was with an armload of bottles. Tequila, scotch, rum, and Everclear. The important things in life. The stuff he'd be choked over if anyone happened to snatch them. Sharing, he was good by. Sure, he'd share. Light up a fire and hoard his booze, but share, sure.

Ah, first day of classes, a campfire lit, a stash of booze by his side, and not a class for Reno to worry about.

He could live with that.

[Open for all you afternoon drinkers. Or whoever. <3]

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"Yeah, it's been," and he started counting on his fingers while he thought about this, "months, even. Or weeks or somethin'. Busted out the weapons to spar with that bartender chick that one time. She sliced up my leg, I zapped her."

Little grin.

"Bzzt."

And then he stuck out his tongue again. "I miss fightin' shit. Stupid weapons ban. Stupid... high school, or whatever."

"Bzzt?" Ino asked, giggling, "you into electricity or something?"

A beat.

"Man, least you've had a good fight some of the time here. Last I had, wasn't even a proper fight, took the freaky machine thing out in one hit. No fun, that."

"Bzzt," Reno agreed. "I swear by my stun-baton. If zappin' whatever I'm up against don't work, then I can just beat the crap outta 'em with a length of metal pipe." He grinned. "S' multipurpose, see?"

Another beat.

"Machines are easy, too. 'Specially when you got some kinda thunder attack, yo. Cast thundaga or whatever, and just fry the circuitry, they ain't gonna go nowhere. Way too simple. Gimmie an opponent that's got a brain anyday, anyhow. Beatin' up on metal's just therapy, ain't no real challenge."

"Terribly multi-purpose," Ino grinned. "And hitting things is totally fun times."

"Cutting it's wires seemed to work too," she noted dryly, "which is good, since I don't have thundaga or whatever and I don't know any of the Raiton jutsu." A beat. "Though I do have a brain and the willingness to, you know, get violent."

It was an offer, really.

"Hey, I got a willingness to get violent!"

Clearly, having a brain wasn't a priority. Not after so much alcohol.

"We should, like, spar sometime or some shit," he decided.

She laughed. "That's what I was saying drunk-boy. I'm up for a spar whenever you are." A beat. "And if you show up drunk to a spar you're going to get totally beat."

"You figure? I'm gonna get beat?" He mused on that one for a moment. "Better show up sober, then. And then bring somethin' to drink along just in case I get thirsty or whatever."

See? He'd totally planned this all out already.

"Where do you usually spar?"

"Totally going to get beat. Outside, mostly," she admitted, grinning, "either in the Preserve or on the dorm roof. I find the gyms here too confining."

Which was a comment on her own personal preferences, she could fight just fine in both of the gyms. She just didn't like to.

"Sparred on the dorm staircase a couple of times. All that's good for is grabbin' ankles and knockin' up your knees, yo. The gyms ain't too bad, if you're more used to that kinda place. Preserve's freakin' huge. I'm a city boy, I guess. Have as much fun runnin' through the trees as anyone else, but damn, there's a lot of 'em."

Well, there were. A lot. Which, Reno supposed, was what made it a forest, and all.

"My village's name does translate to 'Village Hidden in the Leaves'," Ino noted, "I'm good with trees. They make things way interesting. Gym's too boring. Too flat. Roof's fun 'cause there's a chance you might go over the side."

"Roof. I ain't never sparred up on the roof. That, I'd be up for, yo." Flat. He was good with flat. And he figured it couldn't hurt to get a feel for how Ino fought before moving on to terrain that he wasn't entirely comfortable with, yet.

Especially if the forest was more her element.

Reno could piece together strategy no matter how drunk he was. And he had a certain fondness for heights.

"Roof works," she said, "I can do that." At least she'd have the sky and, really, Ino wasn't concerned 'bout falling off the roof.

"Gotta time you'd prefer?"

Reno just laughed and leaned backward.

Which, all things considered, would have worked better if he was sitting on, say, a chair with a back on it.

"How 'bout sometime when I'm more sober?" It was a good suggestion. Especially given how he was laying on the flat of his back, and all.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Geez."

Then she laughed.

Lupus Campfire, Monday Afternoon

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