Who: Reno and Rude What: Angst, alcohol, and adorkableness. When: THE LAST DAY Where: The usual bar Rating: PG-13? Warnings: Will post if necessary?
Reno ran. It wasn't that he thought Rude would beat him to the bar, or even that the extra five minutes even mattered, but physical exertion made him feel better. A little bit. Took his mind off the news Lucifer had just dropped on them. A very little bit.
One day left until... what? He died? He got sent to this so-called Hell? If Asgard won, did Hell even exist anymore?
He still wasn't entirely convinced it ever had in the first place.
But if nothing else, he was pretty sure this was goodbye. Even if he was alive, he would probably never see Rude again. As if having every other person he gave a damn about around here disappear without explanation wasn't enough.
He got to the bar before Rude did. No surprise there; he'd always been faster and Rude probably wasn't sprinting. He stood in front of the bar, fidgeting a bit as he watched the road for Rude approaching.