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This was the time of night that Baran liked least. The time where everyone else had already gone to bed, and he was left alone to guard them through the night. It wasn’t so bad if someone actually tried anything. He was always open to a good fight, but otherwise it was just so boring! Sure, he didn’t have the greatest material to talk about anyways, but conversation would definitely help time go by.

At least, he’d thought everyone was asleep. The little black snake he’d almost stepped on as he circled the house had him thinking otherwise. He’d never seen another snake around, just the one; Mercury. Not the ideal late night companion, but he couldn’t really afford to be picky.

“Shit, Merc. Ya gotta be more careful, I almost stepped on ya,” Standing there expectantly, Baran waited for the smartass to shift back to his human form to reply, only he wasn’t doing anything. He was just laying there staring at him, “Well? Gonna say something?”

Put simply; Coco was not a morning person. She was especially not a morning person after a heavy night of drinking, when the sunglasses were more than just a fashion accessory. And she really wasn’t a morning person after a heavy night of drinking when she hadn’t had her cappuccino with the finely chopped semisweet chocolate, powdered sugar, and crushed peppermint candies yet. And she really really wasn’t a morning person after a heavy night of drinking when she hadn’t had her cappuccino with the finely chopped semisweet chocolate, powdered sugar, and crushed peppermint candies yet and was about to take that first, blissful sip and someone had to ruin everything by speaking loud enough into their phone to raise the dead at the table behind her.

Looking up from his book, Ren was surprised to find that the stranger had been talking to him. He hadn’t thought much of it when he’d reached out to the woman in front of him, holding her shoulder for no more than a second as a car blew through the crosswalk, but then most of his attention had still been on his book. The main character, previously revealed to be a ghost, had just been found out as another characters twin brother, and his name was really Horatio! Really he’d been too busy deciding whether or not to give up on the book then and there to look up.

All things considered, this was not Reese’s finest moment. Not her worse, by far, but definitely not her finest. Face pressed to glass, stuck on her knees, and shoulder deep in a vending machine, she had long ago lost feeling in her arm. But dammit, she’d paid for those! And she’d be damned if she was walking away without them.

Every now and then, Baran needed to get away from his housemates, away from all the noise. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hear himself think, he’d always be the first to admit he didn’t have much rattling around up there. It was that if he heard Gizmo complain one more time about how much room he took up, he honestly thought he might break his fucking spine.

That’s how he found himself in the shitty bar he’d been occupying for the past hour. How he was suddenly about to be in the middle of a barroom brawl, however, was entirely the smaller man’s fault. When he’d been offered twenty credits just to watch the guy’s back for a bit, this was not how he’d intended his evening to go, nor how to waste his buzz.

Dumpster Diving: A time honored tradition that could offer up all sorts of goodies if one were only brave enough to fight past the rotted meats and dirty diapers. Goodies such as the large, rubber mallet he’d found behind the apartments on his way to meet up with Blake. Did he have any practical need for it? No, but, well, it was a big hammer, and that had to be fun.

He hadn’t planned on running into Nora, and Sun paled just slightly at the redhead’s request. While they had never spent all that much time in each other’s company, he had heard more than enough stories from Blake and Ruby to know that giving this woman a hammer was so much more than just a bad idea.

When Ruby left the bakery, a half dozen cinnamon buns in hand, she honestly hadn’t planned on sharing any of them with anyone, except maybe Weiss or Yang. And even then only if any of them survived the walk home. When she’d spotted Whitley just a few yards down the sidewalk, her resolve had weakened as she realized one of the treats would make a decent olive branch. 

Everyone loved cinnamon buns, and she could end up related to that butthead one day after all, “It’s a cinnamon bun, Whitley. It’s glazed. It’s supposed to be sticky.”

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