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[there's the click-click-click of a lighter and the hiss of wet tobacco failing to light, and somewhere in the dressing room a dripping redhead is seriously in need of a nicotine boost.]

Tch. Shoulda gone with Marlboros.

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Problem?

[She totally didn't just appear out of thin air. Promise.]

Nah, just a little rain--

[wait what.]

...shit. Where did you come from?

Well you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, the share a special hug.

Those are terrible for your health you know.
[so he says while smoking himself]

[fff.]

You know what I meant, sweetheart.

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The door. Right there.

[Waves toward the open door nearby. Which is a lie, but oh well.]

Yeah?

[motions at Even's lit cigarette with his own damp one.]

You got any more?

[Someone's rounding the corner, sorry he doesn't carry cancer sticks with him :| ]

Hey....are you alright?

[Aka, want a towel wethead?]

Riiight. I hope you don't lie that bad all the time.

[he seems content to let the subject drop, though, just flicking the lighter half-heartedly.]

[Holds out a hand, fire lighting across the tips of her index and middle fingers.]

Want a hand with that?

Soaked to the bones, kid.

[aka yeah a towel would be nice, spikeybutt.]

mmn, sure...
[rummages around in various pockets before producing a box and offering]

M'seventeen. Not much of a kid. Unless you'd want to call me kid and I'll just call you gramps.

[S-Spikeybutt? Well fine, let him him grab one from the nearby closet, firecrotch.]

What did you do, end up in the pool room?

[Headtilt.]

[less surprised this time; he's already seen this ~~admittedly incredibly good-looking~~ lady teleport, or something similar to it.]

That'd be real helpful, yeah.

[makes to give her the cigarette, then thinks twice and digs a whole pack out of a pocket and offers it.]

I'm sure you can find them somewhere around here.

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[accepts, and slides one out. he lights it and brings it up to his lips, inhaling with ease and exhaling with a long, drawn-out sigh.]

Thanks, yo.

[Snuffs out the flame, taking the pack with vague amusement. She miiight be drying off more than the cigarettes, hope Reno doesn't mind the heat.]

So who dumped a bucket over you?

Pretty shrimpy for seventeen.

[he'll just be waiting over here, midget.]

Middle of a storm, actually. The weather's been shitty lately.

I-I'm not shrimpy!

[~~Fuck you~~ He'll grumble nonsense to himself before walking over to hold out the towel.]

So that means you're probably new to the dressing room then.

You're welcome.
[puts the box away]

...Really should quit.

[he enjoys it, actually. mmm toasty.]

The sky, yo. Third time this week.

[shdilfjka.]

Hey, Boss.

[snorts.]

You, maybe. I'm doin' just fine.

Good afternoon, Reno.

[He will... not ask why you're soaked. He's not sure he wants to know the answer.]

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