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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A very disgruntled and bedraggled looking Ron approached the campfire carrying his meager belongings to the cabin when he saw Reno sitting at the campfire.

"Oh bloody hell. You're living here?"

Sokka stumbled out of the cabin, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "DUDE! How did I know you'd bring the booze? You'd better be sharing!"

Reno glanced up at Ron, raising an eyebrow.

This called for another swig of rum before he could even bother answering. Seriously.

Okay. Rum swigged. Good to go.

"Yeah. Please tell me you're not?"

Dare to dream, Reno. Dare to dream.

Sokka waved at Ron. "Welcome to the wolf pack! Summer is going to be sweet!"

"What, you're livin' here too, Boom?"

Reno handed the Everclear over. Because, dammit, seeing Sokka totally sloshed was freaking hilarious.

"Help yourself, yo."

Rikku wandered back from her way-awesome Auto Mechanics Stuff class and ... whoa. Reno was sitting at the campfire with a pile of liquor.

"Bad day?"

"Are you two gonna play nice?" Rikku asked, hands on her hips. "Because the rest of us have to live here too, y'know."

"Naaaah," Reno replied with a slightly drunken wave of his hand. "Just keepin' an eye on it, zoto. Never know what'll walk off when you're livin' with people, you know?"

Sokka took a swig -- and promptly spat it out, coughing and spluttering. Still, he'd absorbed enough fumes through his sinuses for a mild buzz. "What IS that??? You could clean floors with it!"

Sokka grinned and waved at Rikku. "Seriously, awesomest cabin EVER!"

Rikku sighed and flopped down in the chair next to his. And reached for the nearest bottle of whatever he was poisoning himself with this week.

"No one's gonna steal your booze, Reno."

"Grain alcohol, yo," Reno grinned and relented, passing the rum over. "Cleans your sinuses, don't it? This'll be easier to handle, promise. Gimmie back my Everclear."

"Ponytail!" Rikku waved. "Awesome tunes the other night. How drunk are you?"

He leaned forward, conspiratorially.

"Can't be too sure. Don't got a lock on my door, here, you know?"

"I sincerely wish I could," Ron grumbled. "A3. You?"

There was a slight look of hope. Maybe if he were on the complete other side of the cabin...

Cue facepalming. And taking the bottle and putting it away from Reno and reaching for another one.

"Dude, no one else here is gonna go, 'hey, I feel like drinking, but what I really want is something that tastes like someone already drank it and puked it up. I wonder if Reno has some I can swipe?'" She shook her head. "Seriously. You think I'm gonna get bored and take it?"

"Right," Ron said half-heartedly. "Sweet. How you been Sokka?"

"I'll play nice if he does," Ron said wearily as he sat down near the campfire and stared at the flames. "So you know that's probably going out the window in five minutes."

Reno's scowl was audible. It was. It seeped into his voice and tasted something like...

Well. Like Rum. But that was beside the point.

"A4."

Dammit.

Sokka passed it back. "How can you DRINK that stuff??? I mean, seriously? I think it'll burn a hole through your stomach if you don't dilute it with something!"

He took a swig from the rum. "EasiER to handle, yeah. Remember, you've got years of experience on me."

"Drunk?" Sokka asked, taking another swig of rum. "How dare you insinuate something like that? As a brand-new senior, I have to set a good example for all our incoming newbies!"

"Nah, not you. I already know this ain't your kinda thing." He reached for another bottle. There were four, after all. "But you never know. I got a lotta tempting shit in my alcove. I mean, left the little chopper back in my dorm, but had to bring my laptop. An' there's clothes, and stuff..."

His train of thought was waning. This meant it was time for a swig of whatever was in the bottle he'd nabbed.

Tequila. Score.

"So, there's, you know. Stuff, yo."

"S'sposed to be cut with stuff, sure. But that takes all of the fun outta it, yo."

Reno wasn't smirking. Too much. "You'll catch on to the whole drinkin' thing, Boom. Give it one summer sharin' a cabin with me, and you'll catch on."

Sokka shrugged. "Well, with all the new kids coming in, and the cabins, and everything, I've barely noticed that my girlfriend left and is gone forever!" He took a swig of rum. "And Reno's here to help with that. So, all in all, I'm having a week. You?"

"Him, I can handle," she said, folding her arms. "I'll just threaten or bribe until he pretends he knows how to behave in front of people."

Ron did not need to know the further details. He didn't.

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