Less bicker more liquor

“Can’t a girl just like the taste?” she asked, dropping her hand.

Hey Chaos!

William pursed a victorious smile, but leaned away from the sprinkling snow Rizzo shook off, and shifted discretely to give him space on the couch while placing the package of batteries on the table in front of them. He waited patiently for his leader to settle his thoughts- for he was still their, no, the leader, right?

Maverick? Rizzo shook his head, as if he could shake a face into his mind’s eye that matched the name. Nothing came up. Whoever Maverick was, they hadn’t run into each other yet. It was times like these that Rizzo was in awe of his own memory. Being away of dates, names, and faces was just another skill he’d regained by committing to his sobriety. 

A few ragged gasps and William collected his wits. He tried to stand, but couldn’t due to a sudden dizziness, so he shifted to sit straight in the couch. Staring at Rizzo attentively, his mind rebooted and placed his own questions back in line in order to reply; “I age out…” William answered and frowned shortly at his own ability to keep cool. Looking back up to survey the man’s condition- he saw he looked better. Cold, but better. The hacker chuckled lightly, and thinking Rizzo would appreciate a greeting joke rather than shock and surprise, he said with a wry insecure smile; “Did I pester you that much that you waited to return until I aged out? You could have just thrown me out, you know.”

“Uh...” Rizzo just stared at him. Sure. he’d been prepping for his return to the gas station, but that just wasn’t the same as having a Killjoy staring him in the face long before he was ready. William’s words finally reached him and Rizzo broke into a smile, letting out a nervous laugh. “Nah, I was holding out for you and Uley. Figure I’d take out two with one stone.” He shook off his jacket, sprinkling bits of snow on the floor, and sat down next to his friend. Pulling off his knitted beanie and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Rizzo found himself at a loss for words. He stared at the wood floor, his eyes following the the patterns made by the grain. Here he was, the new and improved Rizzo, and he couldn’t even string a few sentences together. 

Para: Lights will guide you home - William and Rizzo

Searching for better ways to transport supplies in the snow had been a grueling task Rizzo was not prepared for. His time with the Resistance had taught him a lot about teamwork and his own inner strength, but by the fifth or sixth icy hour of digging and pushing through the snow he’d winded himself. The snow was powdery and unnatural for the territory. A light dusting and maybe snow capped mountains made for a typical winter in Avalon. The bizarre snowstorm blowing across the rest of the desert seemed to be a gift from the devil himself. After aiding in any way he could, Rizzo’s muscles were shot. 

Excellent point, Andie the Gatekeeper. 

So you’re not dead…interesting…

Ever hear stories about that Killjoy leader who was a little too into partying who just disappeared? That’s me. 

Actually I’m looking for Judas or Chaos. Either of them in right now?

How were we supposed to know that? For all we know he had popped you because of an unpaid drug…thing.

...Okay. Well, thanks for letting me know. 

Like I need it. I’ll throw it out, and you’ll owe me a favor.

Fine, just take care of it for me, okay?

Drugs. Bit of everything, honestly. 

I need you to get rid of some stuff in my old dresser for me.