Cygnus Campfire, Late Thursday Night

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An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.

She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.

(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)

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"Sounds like an addiction to me," Jamie replied. "We'll have to find you a twelve step program."

[raspberryturk]

"Hey, I admit I got a problem," Reno smirked, sticking out his tongue. "That don't mean it's as bad as most of my vices, anyhow. Or are you suggestin' I gotta start with the small stuff first?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Depends. How big is the big stuff?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno shrugged and started ticking off his vices on his fingers.

"Drinkin', smokin', gamblin', brawlin'..." He could be there all night.

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Jamie held up a hand to stop him. "Start off with... Okay just start off with the one that's the least difficult."

[raspberryturk]

Reno stared at Jamie, totally agog.

"... But. They'd all be difficult."

A lot. Give up gambling? Drinking? Smoking?? Never!

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Well... what's the one that you do the least?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno had to stare some more.

"Least?"

.... This was hard, dammit!

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Which one haven't you done in the last 48 hours?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno scratched his head and made a face.

"Haven't got in a fight in a while. But can't twelve-step that away. S'the job."

The rest? Totally had been done in the past 48 hours.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Ooooookay," Jamie said. "Then write down all the vices on some slips of paper and throw them into a hat."

[raspberryturk]

"You got a hat handy?" Reno raised an eyebrow. "And doesn't leavin' the decision to the luck of the draw kinda count as gambling, anyhow?"

It was important to be clear on these things.

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"Nah, Because you're going to lose no matter how you cut it," Jamie pointed out.

"And okay, I don't have a hat. I'll just take off my shirt and make it into a bag."

[raspberryturk]

That... had Reno staring even more.

"I, uh, appreciate how eager you are to help, and all," he managed, "but, uh."

Okay. He was going to shut himself up right there, because he was now digging for excuses to remain a violent smoking alcoholic gambler.

"Okay. You got a piece of paper we can write on?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie shrugged and grabbed his back pack and then tossed a tablet and a pencil at Reno.

"Knock yourself out."

[raspberryturk]

Reno raised an eyebrow, taking up the tablet and the pencil and staring at both for a minute before shrugging and starting to write.

"Lessee," he mused. "Drinkin', smokin', gamblin'," he mumbled and wrote. And decided to throw a few more vices in just so there was less of a chance that he'd have to quit the good stuff.

When he handed the paper and pencil back to Jamie, the list looked something like:

Drinking, Smoking, Gambling, Brawling, Procrastinating, Bothering Ron, Ignoring Dress-Code, Yo, Stepping on Flowers.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Bothering Ron is a- Nevermind" Jamie said taking off his shirt and using it as a make shift back and mixing up the slips of paper. "All right. Reach in there and grab one."

[raspberryturk]

Reno shrugged and reached into the... shirt-bag. And then pulled out a slip of paper.

He stared at it, long and hard, narrowing his eyes. Frowning.

He'd pulled smoking out of the shirt.

"Of all the things I could'a pulled, I had to grab the one that'll leave me cranky," he grumbled.

Alas, the RNG luck of the draw was not kind to Reno, today. He should have chosen to quit gambling when he had the chance.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Just be glad you didn't have one that said 'sex'," Jamie pointed out. "That might kill someone."

[raspberryturk]

Reno snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Sex ain't a vice," he said, firmly. "It's an art form, yo."

It was with great trepidation that he pulled his pack of smokes from his pocket.

"I might need a moment to say good-bye, or somethin'."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Just give it a quick kiss and say you always loved them," Jamie joked.

[raspberryturk]

Reno very nearly took that statement seriously.

He managed, however, to resist doing just that.

"Ain't nothin' personal," he informed the cigarettes. "I see me crackin' in like a week anyhow."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"If you'd like, I can have a dupe follow you around and smack you whenever you try to have a cigarette," Jamie offered.

[raspberryturk]

"A what?" Reno raised an eyebrow. And if he was clutching the package of smokes to his chest possessively, what of it?

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"Dupe. Duplicate," Jamie said smacking his hand on the chair to demonstrate."

"Give up the smokes," the duplicate told Reno. "Tomorrow you'll have healthier lungs."