playing the game -- rick austin (takingsides) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-01-16 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | cheshire cat, red riding hood |
Who: Rick & Boyd
What: Oh, a meeting.
Where: The lobby.
When: Right after this, this, and this.
Warnings: None. Rick's a gentleman, doncha know.
Rick had gone out for late-night pad thai. Rick liked thai food, especially spicy thai food, for no reason that he could explain. It was his comfort food, something that very few people liked besides himself; it made him concentrate on his tongue, a very physical concentration that allowed him to relax his mind. Rick didn't try to be an enigma on purpose. Typically it just... happened. Thai made sense just then, so he went out to get it.
He stopped just inside the door to turn down his coat collar and shake the damp out of his shoes, pulling off his cap (baseball, Mets, bicolor) and rolling it up to shove it in his pocket as he slurped on a thai iced tea that was probably bad for him, which is why it tasted so good. He stopped moving the moment he noticed movement in the lobby, and the way he zeroed in on it was less like a startled deer and more like a watchful predator who liked to keep himself apprised of his environment.