Arrow (arrowroro) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-09-19 12:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ronnie milam, ~ro clark |
Who: Ronnie and Ro
What: Reconnecting
Where: Rose's Food Truck
When: Recent afternoon
Content Warnings: Language
Ro loved food trucks. They were delicious, indulgent, and often more than a little sassy. She never turned her nose up at their decadence. An etheric's life was long and the least she could do with her time was enjoy herself. Walking up to this pink truck, her feet were heavy and she kicked at a stray piece of litter on the asphalt. She'd hesitated about whether stepping back into this part of her Vegas life was a good idea. If it was awkward at least the food would be good.
Ro stepped up to the truck, eyebrows shooting up at the menu board. Well. That was a first. "I'll take a Ro, please. Side of bacon," she ordered, speaking to the person at the window. A silhouette moved at the back of track. Ro couldn’t get a good view of who it was from this angle.
"Can I get a name for your order?" asked the counter person and Ro couldn’t hide a laugh.
"Arrow's fine. Thanks."
“Order for Arrow.”
Ronnie blinked. “Wait what? Arrow okay well…” he felt like that was familiar. His heartbeat picked up again. Ro? Doubtful. She was gone. He’d even gone to Le Breeze to mourn and drool a bit.
He turned to peek over a shoulder and he saw her. Ronnie flew out of the truck. The stove was still on. He stopped short of throwing his arms around her, flailing and nearly falling over flat.
“Oh shit. Ro!”
Ro waved at Ronnie, careful not to touch him. No good starting things off by getting burned. "Ronnie!" she exclaimed with a grin. "How you doing, Scrunchie? I see you've moved up in the world."
“Nobody can keep me down,” he replied. Then he shrugged. “It keeps me busy.” Mama would’ve been happy with him. He was doing what he loved without restrictions. “You good? I’ve missed you.”
"Oh you know me, I'm walking on sunshine. And I'm a menu item!" Ro waved a hand back at the menu board. "I can eat myself. It's everything I ever wanted."
“So can everyone in Vegas,” he quipped playfully. She would hate that though. He made a face. It felt invasive to put her on the menu but then who would’ve known? He would. Fuck. “Glad you like it!”
"Everyone in Vegas has already," Ro deadpanned. She couldn't say she didn't like it but this was the kind of thing that brought attention her way and she'd just managed to get the spotlight off her. "Maybe just don’t tell all of Vegas it's me?"
Ronnie whipped out his phone. “Secret menu,” he murmured. Maybe he could be as crazy as Starbucks. But he’d do anything to protect her identity. “You know I ain’t telling anyone.” He wouldn’t even tell their friends she was back if that wasn’t what she wanted.
“Glad you’re back though.”
"Secret menus are good." Maybe Ro should get back in the habit of introducing herself as Arrow anyway. "How is Big Blonde? Did he die happy when you got the truck? Hey, has he been inside? Does he fit? He's kind of," Ro raised a hand above her head, indicating the approximate size of Ronnie's boyfriend.
“Uh..” Ronnie did his best to smile at her. “We broke up. I got the truck a little bit after. I guess he’d like it. I mean he was happy for me.” He had no hard feelings, he didn’t blame Mikey at all for turning tail. They had been through a lot. “Been just me and the truck for a while now.” She wasn’t kidding though. Mikey was tall.
“It’s fine.” He shook his head at her and grinned. “Been weeks.”
Ro's mouth dropped open. "What?!" She reached out a tentative fingertip and poked at the back of Ronnie's hand. No reaction.
"You asshole!" Ro slapped the palm of her hand against Ronnie's chest. "You let me joke about eating myself when you were sitting on that?"
He blinked at the poke. What the hell? And she didn’t seem to draw back as if burned. Maybe it was the mop of hair.
“Hey, that ain’t fair. It was a long time ago.” It’d been weeks. That slap stung but he sighed. “It was my fault. I put him through a lot. Probably for the best.”
"I'm sorry." Ro's eyebrows knit into an expression of concern. She was aware people dealing with breakups generally felt sadness and distress even if she wasn't familiar with the experience. "Can I get you anything?" she hazarded. "Do you need anything?"
Ronnie shook his head. He wouldn’t have know what he needed even if he did need anything, and he wasn’t the type to impose. “Nah, just a hangout now that you’re back. Good to see friends again.” The pain from the loss would be there for a while but he was used to it by now. The drinking helped, too. “Thanks though.”
Ro weighed what she knew about Ronnie, made a calculated guess, and slung an arm around him. "Don't worry, Scrunchie. It'll be fine."
His smile returned. Ronnie lifted an arm and wrapped it back around Ro, squeezing her gently. “You should let me make you dinner or something. Like old times.” She could critique his technique while he prepared a gourmet meal they both would enjoy.
Ro let Ronnie hug back. Then, comfort provided, Ro stepped away, breaking the contact. "You know I'm not going to say no. You want to feed me though, I'm still due an order of French toast."
He dropped his arm respectively. Then Ronnie grinned, “You got it. One order of French toast for my good friend, Ro.” Feeding it to her wasn’t something he would object to, it was all in good fun.
Ronnie scurried back into the truck to prepare her order, looking forward to the rest of the evening ahead.