towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
Format: Either
Summary: Open bar post shenanigans.
Warnings: None so far

Floor 39, Gymnasium

Reno was out on the track today a bit before classes start, running as fast as he could. It was like he was trying outrun something. His troubles, his conscience, the spell Ganondorf had placed on him, maybe. He had no shoes on, going along in his bare feet, lap after lap. To someone who really knew him, it was an attempt at exhausting himself, to actually fall asleep later when night came. To others, who knew. At this point he couldn't care what others thought of him anymore, not after all that had happened.

After how many laps - he had lost count a long time ago - he started to get winded and slowed down, coming to a stop near where he had left his gear. Grabbing a towel, he pressed it against his face and walked around a bit before sitting down.

Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.

The Tower was weighing more heavily on Reno than it usually did. The costumed blood bath didn't help matters any, but it wasn't even what was bothering him. Fighting, blood, things like that he had gotten long used to.

Truth was, he felt estranged from his friends, angry at others, but most of all angry with himself that he couldn't have changed anything, now or then.

Just some time to think, that's all he needed, which was why he was down in the tiny bar he had made with his other self, taking stock. A lot of his daily routines were flagging lately, like making alcohol for the bar, and eating. Well, with the falling temperatures, it was getting harder to find things to make the alcohol.

All of the bottles in the bar were out on the counter, on some tables nearby, on the floor. He had a clipboard with some paper, marking off tallies and taking notes, sometimes sitting on a chair or laying on the floor.

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"Keepin' a record. This is my bar." He replied, taking a bottle and popping the cork to sample some of the liquid inside. Making a face, he set it aside and made a scribble next to an entry on the paper.

"You do be owning it?" Nesir frowned suspiciously but didn't jump to the wrong conclusion like she had with Enoch. She knew she had to be more cautious. "You do no be one of the one's who did be bringing us here?"

Reno looked shocked for a moment, then shook his head frantically. "No no no no. There's only five of those guys and they're all assholes. I just set up the bar here... sometimes the drinks make the assholes seem less assholish."

Nesir nodded, as she had thought. He had no real power. Still she had to appreciate someone who made it their job to provide alcohol. "I do be understanding that," She tilted her head, "And do your inn be serving now?"

"Inn?" Reno sounded amused at that, he'd never heard of it referred to like that. "Well, not open right now, but if ya want something I got some real nice light fruit and berry wine on the end there. Kinda early for the heavy stuff, but the clear bottles over there," he pointed, "is vodka good enough to mix with stuff."

It was the only thing she could think of to call it, though it was nothing like the inns back at home. She nodded at the suggestion, honestly any alcohol was better than none. It had been a confusing month. But she paused before accepting. "And what do the price be being? I do no be seeing any money here."

"Tower doesn't get money. Most we can do is trade things, services, things like that. If ya find any good things growing on the islands, think about dropping it over here. People like the stuff, seems only fair to help out gettin' the materials." Reno shrugged. "A lot of people just take the stuff. Doesn't bother me much, but it makes it kinda hard making more."

Nesir nodded and made a note to go and search. Not out of any kindness, but she was smart enough to know that being in debt to people was not clever. Stealing was one thing but being allowed to take things without payment meant she would owe him.

Nesir didn't like owing people, it was far too dangerous. "I will be, what do you be using mostly? I did be growing up in an inn but we did be mostly using honey for wines and ale."