notafuckingnut | [032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

So, now that the place has gone the Shinning on us, I think a last-ditch shindig is in order. Any takers?

Just think of it this way. If we don't, those of us NOT allowed a few rounds without "permission" when the cameras are rolling will have a long, dry, road of drama ahead of us, and who the fuck wants that to look forward to without a last hurrah to send us off?

...Justin, you're in, I'm assuming. I'm counting you as in, you're already on the list. Make it work. Cas-man, you too. [...No, this nickname has STILL not caught on. And never will. He'd apologize, Dimitri, except he's not sorry.]

[A/N: for the duration of the breach, Richie is Rob Tramontano, a bit part actor with a horrible tendency of getting roles where he gets killed off about 20 minutes after he shows up. ...and all of those were scored through a buddy who makes movies. After scoring this role he's started thinking he's hotter shit than he actually is; he's convinced this is his Big Break (never mind the fact that his character is pretty much universally despised other than by a small die-hard group who generally gets funny looks for it) and consequently tends to act a lot cockier about things than he probably should. ...Oh, and he's also got a reputation for being more than a little...eccentric, shall we say.]

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[He relaxes his grip, slides his hand up, closer to her shoulder, and that's where it stays. He sighs, defeated. He's not sure where to go from here.]

Fine. Okay. Good.

[Kairi raises her eyes to him now, softly stares and then slowly blinks.] I...should go.

[Except, she's still not moving. Still connected to him through his hand.]

[Now it's his turn to avoid her gaze, his own cast downward, away from her.]

Yeah. Probably.

[And yet he's not really moving either.]

[She'll probably hate herself later and it's likely a mistake, but Kairi closes her eyes and wraps her arms around his skinny ass frame, hugging Rob.]

[Ffff he wasn't going to. He was going to just...walk away. Or something. But that's clearly not happening, since after a few long moments of WHAT THE FUCK he envelops her in long limbs instead, tucking her head under his chin and yeeeeah Kairi you are evidently not going anywhere soon. He's sorry, except...not really at all.]

[Course, she meant for the embrace to be short, a sort of goodbye parting gift, but when he doesn't let go, she stays put. And really, it's so familiar by now that she guesses it isn't so horrible. They did date for...a while.]

[But eventually he does ease up. It can't go on forever, she's got things to do, he does too, and really it's just...not good to drag this out much longer. Not good at all.]

...So. Uh. Yeah.

[Because that means...anything.]

[Kairi looks up at him, silent in her musings and hands just under her elbows. Maybe she means to say something, maybe she even means to make more mistakes, but her head wins out, and she just nods.]

Lunch. We should do lunch sometime. Like, when she forgives him, or something, Eye-Dee-Kay.

[Nod nod.]

Yeah, sure. Definitely. That'd be good. Fun.

[It's a sign of how uncertain he is about the whole situation that he's not exceptionally chatty or verbose; ordinarily he'd go on for miles but this is just such a delicate situation that he's largely speechless.]

[She gives one quick nod and turns to go, heading back for her trailer.]

[032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

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