Reno hadn't expected Ino back right away. Reno knew what these streets were capable of, knew exactly how the people of Edge could chew away at bits of your soul and then hock it back out again, until you felt like you were pieced together with spit and bubblegum.
He could be patient.
Patience, this evening, meant sitting outside of the building he lived in, staking out a spot on the curb with his EMR in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Patience meant that, by the time Ino made it back, there was a small pile of cigarette butts underfoot, and an unopened bottle of vodka sitting beside him on the curb. He had a notion that she might appreciate a mouthful, after whatever it was that she'd seen out there.
"It ain't Sector Eight," he said as he noticed her approach. The cigarette stayed in his mouth as he lifted the bottle toward her. "But it might as well be, Rookie."
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Date: 2010-02-21 08:26 pm (UTC)He could be patient.
Patience, this evening, meant sitting outside of the building he lived in, staking out a spot on the curb with his EMR in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Patience meant that, by the time Ino made it back, there was a small pile of cigarette butts underfoot, and an unopened bottle of vodka sitting beside him on the curb. He had a notion that she might appreciate a mouthful, after whatever it was that she'd seen out there.
"It ain't Sector Eight," he said as he noticed her approach. The cigarette stayed in his mouth as he lifted the bottle toward her. "But it might as well be, Rookie."