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The Onsen; Late Wednesday Morning [09/26].

The Summer that had come to the onsen this week was a very, very different Summer than the one that had come there last week. Because this Summer had spent last night taking full advantage of the fact that someone thought it was a good idea to have free pumpkin spice vodka shots at the bar. Summer wouldn't go as far as to say she regretted every single one of those little seasonal intoxicants in a tiny gulpable glass, but she would go as far as to say she was feeling every single one of them that morning. It didn't help, either, that she'd elected to crash on Kanan and Hera's couch that night for...reasons, and Kanan and Hera's couch was very...utilitarian. That was a couch that took form and function over comfort every day of the week.

The onsen today was no longer just an excuse to hope to ogle hot guys. The onsen today was a goddamn necessity. And as she sunk into the hot water today, she let out a groan that in other circumstances would have left her absolutely embarrassed, but she didn't care, because this felt amazing, and if she just leaned back and closed her eyes she could almost feel like a human again instead of a big old pile of pumpkin spice garbage.

And the thing was, she knew it could have been a lot worse if Kitty wasn't a freaking angel and insisted that she stay hydrated through the whole ordeal, which meant she'd have to pay Kitty back somehow. But for now, just soaking. Soaking and mild regret.

[[ open! i promise i won't do this every Wednesday, buuuuut.... ]]

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So, Reno's time on the island, at least for the time being, was basically going to be spent counting down until he left with Iris to do the thing that the boss was gonna hate. And there was a Parents Weekend right around the corner, he'd already been informed by his own Tseng that he was going to have company, which meant that Reno was faintly wound up.

Hell, he hadn't done the onsen thing basically ever. Today seemed like as good a day as any to make use of it.

Giving only a cursory glance to the person already in there, he shrugged, and then slipped into the water, muttering a little bit of satisfied profanity under his breath as the heat started seeping through him.

Hell yeah.

Summer heard someone come in, sure, but seeing who it was involved doing stupid annoying things like actually opening her eyes and looking, and...nah, she wasn't doing that today. Not if she could help it.

But that barely-there, under-the-breath appreciation from the other person managed to pull a faint snort of agreement out of her. And she sighed a little and slunk a little further down before at least hitching a hand through the air in acknowledgement and offering a faint grunt of a greeting.

Because sometimes, you just weren't quite ready to make actual words yet. And that was fine...

...you knew it was bad when Summer Smith was thinking words were totally superfluous.

Reno gave a little answering chuckle, cracking open one eye to look at the other person in the pool for a few moments before observing, "You look like you been hit by a truck, yo."

He paused a moment, and then added, "Was the truck name tequila, or vodka?"

Story of his life, okay? He knew these things.

"More like a train," Summer murmured after a long, unashamed groan, her head still back, but she lifted her arm and made a little pulling motion in the air, complete with a little half-hearted, "choo-choooo.

"And it was vodka," she offered. "Pumpkin spice flavored vodka."

It sounded even worse when she said it out-loud.

"Heh, now that's a combination," Reno drawled, not even bothering to hide his amusement. "You at least cut that shit with whipped cream or somethin'?"

If you were going to get smashed on shitty vodka, you had to at least pay attention to presentation.

"Oooh, that sounds good," Summer said.

Summer's stomach instantly gurgled an objection.

"That...does not sound good," she decided. "But I did have plenty of water."

Clearly still not enough.

Reno didn't even bother trying to hide a snicker.

"Don't do much drinkin', huh?"

Because yeah, clearly still not enough.

Summer might have made a little bit of a face at that. "It's not so much that," she insisted, with at least a little mustered verve that came along with feeling the need to defend some sort of cred. "It's way more a matter do doing too much."

That's when the faintly dopey smile appeared, with a little triumphant twirl of her finger. "But, hey, at least it was all freee."

"An' see, now I'm jealous I missed out," Reno laughed. "Even if it was pumpkin spice, yo."

Not his thing, but considering some of the crap they put into the rotgut that was made in the days after Meteor, it wasn't like it'd kill him, either.

"Talk to Kitty, if you get a chance," Summer offered, finally mustering up the ability to crack open an eye and lift her head enough to see who she was even talking to. "There might still be some left, despite all of our best efforts to help her get rid of it."

Then again, those had been some pretty spectacular efforts on the part of the...three people who were actually drinking them.

"Maybe I will," Reno drawled, leaning back against the edge of the pool. "Hell, maybe I'll be real lucky an' they'll still have some of that left over the weekend."

Would Tseng like a pumpkin spice vodka shot?

Would the answer matter either way? Reno was absolutely going to order a round of them if he could get that man into the bar.

Summer's head tilted a little. "Why this weeke--"

Her eyes flew open.

"Oh, shit, it's Parents' Weekend, isn't it? I totally forgot!"

It became a little less important when you weren't a student any longer, so she'd sort of lost track, especially now that she didn't have to dread the inevitable arrival of her family in an attempt to 'show support' that really just lead to her mom getting embarrassingly smashed on whatever wine she could fine (*cough*apple, tree*cough*) and both her dad and her little brother being super creepy pervs around all her friends.

But that little burst of excitement lead to swift regret and Summer groaned and sunk deeper into the water a little, brow furrowed a little. "It's fine," she murmured, mostly to herself. "It'll be fine, it's not like everyone's guests are going to suddenly need a run on Squishies or anything."

"Nah," Reno replied, "but you never know how many of 'em might've forgot their toothbrushes, yo."

Reno was a little shit, so sue him.

"You're the one runnin' the T&C now, huh?"

"We'll sell out of all our toothbrushes," Summer mused, "but no one's going to by any floss."

She then offered a little wave, that wrinkled brow focused now on her current onsen friend. "And yup, that's me. I'm Summer. I'm...not sure if we've actually met, actually."

Reno hiked up a shoulder.

"Maybe seen you in passing, yo," he replied. "I'm Reno. Saturday guy at Dite's when I bother showin' up for work. Occasional teacher of dumbass shit over at the school."

Very occasional.

"What kind of dumbass shit?" Really, Summer felt that was just the natural response to a set-up like that, but she was also curious, considering she also planned on teaching dumbass shit at the school eventually, too, maybe when it was a little less likely to be weird that she was teaching her friends.

Although that was kind of what she was doing with her community center class, too, so maybe it wouldn't even be that weird after all.

"Had a class on attitude over the summer," Reno offered, lifting a shoulder in a dismissive, soggy sort of shrug. "Did a class on teamwork once. Somethin' called 'Rookiehood' some... eight friggin' years ago."

... That was fucking weird.

"Unconventional tactics, everything's a weapon, day after doomsday..." He leaned his head back, considering. "An' that one class with Iris about blowin' shit up."

You know. Dumbass shit!

In fairness, that last one had been pretty dumb.

"Oh, hey, I know Iris," Summer noted, and was not at all surprised that that would be a class she would get involved in.

"And thank you for confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt that I could literally teach pretty much anything at this school and be fine."

"Hey, you been on this island at all?" Reno grinned. "It ain't like people aren't gonna be usin' any of that, yo."

A pause.

"Maybe not the attitude one, I'm pretty sure people mostly take that class so they can try to convince themselves that they're cooler'n the teacher, yo."

Reno remained unimpressed by the lot of them.

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