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fandomhigh2008-04-20 08:42 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2008-04-20 08:42 am
Fandom High School Host Club, Sunday Afternoon
Reno was grinning from ear to ear as he set up a table for the hosts today.
You could tell he was in a very good mood because on the Host Table there were bottles of coke, and even a half-assed attempt at tea and coffee, and othermoddable refreshments as well. He'd scrounged around for a CD of classical music that Tamaki had left behind, and set up said music on the side of the room that the Host Table had gone. Heck, he'd gotten paid that week- there were even fresh flowers, too. Reno could totally manage a classy atmosphere if he absolutely had to.
This, of course, was set up opposite the pool table, dartboard, and poker table, where distinctly grittier music was playing, for anyone who wasn't into the tea-and-biscuits scene. He'd set out some pitchers filled with nondescript-but-probably-alcoholic-fluids, and a few bags of potato chips.
And, of course, at the front door, there was still a suggestion box, in case anyone had ideas for a themed meeting that they absolutely had to share. If they didn't, next weekend was going to include a dance-off. Reno hadn't decided yet if his mood was good enough to allow him to even make an attempt at participating, or if he was going to just sit back, watch, and laugh.
[OCD is up! Host Club and the suggestion box are both open for everyone's Sunday pinging enjoyment!]
You could tell he was in a very good mood because on the Host Table there were bottles of coke, and even a half-assed attempt at tea and coffee, and other
This, of course, was set up opposite the pool table, dartboard, and poker table, where distinctly grittier music was playing, for anyone who wasn't into the tea-and-biscuits scene. He'd set out some pitchers filled with nondescript-but-probably-alcoholic-fluids, and a few bags of potato chips.
And, of course, at the front door, there was still a suggestion box, in case anyone had ideas for a themed meeting that they absolutely had to share. If they didn't, next weekend was going to include a dance-off. Reno hadn't decided yet if his mood was good enough to allow him to even make an attempt at participating, or if he was going to just sit back, watch, and laugh.
[OCD is up! Host Club and the suggestion box are both open for everyone's Sunday pinging enjoyment!]
Re: Talk To Reno
Also, he was bouncing a little. He'd been making a solid attempt not to, but he was anyhow.
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Although, strangely enough, he wasn't jumping at the chance.
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For about three seconds.
And then he bounced again. Just once.
"Good week," he explained. And then resumed grinning.
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Obviously.
"So nothin' better get in the way of me and my good mood, it won't be pretty, yo."
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The irony was, of course, intentional. But Sokka DID mean it. He'd even try not to wark this week.
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It seemed like a good arrangement to Reno. If Sokka didn't wark, Reno wouldn't have to bloody up his knuckles kicking the snot out of him.