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[ it's not like he's never done this type of shit before, here or in general. like—as the entertained, not the entertainer. although sometimes kindasorta the entertainer? if you count the type of shit he gets up to for attention being entertaining, but he's sure as fuck not getting paid for it. still, he feels a very vague modicum of regret for going along with this. how old is this kid? what's his story? that's the type of musing you bleed out of your head when you're finally free not to have to think about it anymore or ever again, but sometimes little flashes catch you by surprised.

everybody's got a fucking story, though. nobody's special.

reno grins and it's almost like they've met a dozen times before. he's just friendly like that, charismatic. people like him, he's sociable. and also has a few screws loose and doesn't know how to relate to others even though he's probably the best one out of the bunch at pretending like he does. he's not dressed in uniform, but in his goin' out clothes, which is basically the same shit: black slacks, black button-down, black shoes, black elastic in his hair. no gloves. ]

Thanks for bein' cute. You don't got to use your manners in here, by the way.

[ well, since there's bubbly, he just goes ahead and knocks back the rest of that cocktail and sets the glass aside. ]

What do they call you, again?