[closed]
• WHO: Reno (clockingout) and Elena (turkish_blondie)
• WHAT: Going for a drink!
• WHERE: Kitchen
• WHEN: Afternoon?
• HOW: On-going, closed
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If there was one word the Turk was becoming far too intimate with lately, it was 'boredom'. Friggin' walls weren't about to up and start doing tricks-- he'd know, since he'd been staring at them long enough since arriving here. Elena had been right on one point, though: it wouldn't do them any good to hope that Rude or Tseng would show up and blast a way out. Someone had to stick with the President, meaning that if they were getting out, it was gonna be an inside operation.
And from the looks of things, it was an inside operation that sure wasn't happening tonight.
That left them, the only two people here--Elena and himself--that he'd bother to admit he trusted, the option of finding their own way to pass the time. And his favourite way right now? Kicking back with a good drink. Reno felt like he hadn't tasted alcohol in years, forget just days. It might not be the same without Rude, but Elena wasn't a kid-- she could hold her own. He ran a finger along the opening of the bottle, smirking at the dusted mugs he'd dug out of the cupboard and tipping back in his chair.
If she didn't get here in the next two minutes, he'd get started without her.
• WHAT: Going for a drink!
• WHERE: Kitchen
• WHEN: Afternoon?
• HOW: On-going, closed
---
If there was one word the Turk was becoming far too intimate with lately, it was 'boredom'. Friggin' walls weren't about to up and start doing tricks-- he'd know, since he'd been staring at them long enough since arriving here. Elena had been right on one point, though: it wouldn't do them any good to hope that Rude or Tseng would show up and blast a way out. Someone had to stick with the President, meaning that if they were getting out, it was gonna be an inside operation.
And from the looks of things, it was an inside operation that sure wasn't happening tonight.
That left them, the only two people here--Elena and himself--that he'd bother to admit he trusted, the option of finding their own way to pass the time. And his favourite way right now? Kicking back with a good drink. Reno felt like he hadn't tasted alcohol in years, forget just days. It might not be the same without Rude, but Elena wasn't a kid-- she could hold her own. He ran a finger along the opening of the bottle, smirking at the dusted mugs he'd dug out of the cupboard and tipping back in his chair.
If she didn't get here in the next two minutes, he'd get started without her.