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10 March 2010 @ 12:18 am
Friends in Low Places  
Who: Leon Kennedy (theamericanpig) and Chris Redfield (notzombiebait)
Time/Location: Ihavenoidea/Outside the apartments, and the convenience store.
Summary: Leon and Chris go for a beer, to catch up, compare thoughts and observations and uh, y'know. Drink.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None? Maybe language? Two bro's getting together for a beer. What's the worst that could happen!
Status: Closed, in progress

All things considered, he supposed that this place could have been worse. That said, it certainly wasn't Chris's first choice of locations, and being trapped here did put a major damper on things- but it was just another puzzle for the B.S.A.A. operative to solve. He'd jumped these hoops before, and he could certainly do it again. Still, he was always thankful to have a friend to help him along.

And speaking of friends, Chris was currently supporting one of the lobby's four walls waiting for Leon. Word had gotten around that there was a convenience store nearby, and with an interest to catch up on old times (as well as put their heads together) Chris had invited Leon along to pursue a drink.

Maybe if they were lucky, the convenience store would have an imports section to go along with their Japanese swill.
 
 
 
Leon Kennedytheamericanpig on March 12th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)
DERP ten years later ;; sorry
There must have been something written into Leon's DNA that made him perpetually late for every appointment he ever made in his life, because things always seemed to end up that way for him. Truth be told, he didn't really know what the hell he was doing that always made him so late, and that probably made it even worse. But, after checking his watch on a whim and realizing, "Shit, I was supposed to be doing something," he headed as promptly as he could towards the lobby. Maybe going out and getting hammered shouldn't have been high on his priority list in the first place, but the fact of the matter was that he just couldn't make heads or tails of any of the bs that was going on around him-- at least, not while he was awake.

Chris was already waiting for him, and really, it was to be expected. Leon shoved his hands in his pockets and merely offered the other man a weak, fleeting smile as he approached, trying his hardest to make it seem as though he had no idea that he was ten minutes late for this meeting.

"Hey."
Chris Redfield: You could call it a smile.notzombiebait on March 16th, 2010 09:45 am (UTC)
No worries! My turn to take like ten years. |D;;
The way Chris saw it; it was better to figure out bullshit with friends than it was to wade through the mess alone, and he counted himself lucky to have Leon here at all. Waiting around wasn't so bad, after all, it certainly gave him more to pick on the other later.

But then really, what was ten minutes in a place like this? Chris had spent hours pouring over what little information he could dig up, and it really hadn't amounted to very much. What he knew so far seemed to be common knowledge , and at his wits end- well. It couldn't hurt to indulge in a beer or two. Maybe they'd notice something they hadn't while sober. The chances of this weren't, well- huge, or anything. But maybe!

With the sound of someone's approach Chris turned his head towards the source of the noise, and gave Leon a flat disapproving look. He heaved a sigh and shifted away from the wall, seemingly all too ready to give the other a piece of his mind. In the end though, he was just screwing with Leon, and the look eased away into one of amusement. He cocked his head to the side as he stared at the other and said, "Geeze Kennedy, I was wondering if you'd show. You always late? Or is this just special treatment?"