R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: Upstate New York, a couple of years back

( It went about as well as you think. )

Characters: Dominic and Becka
Setting: the library, late

( cue the dramatics )

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: Tool shed

( 'do not have serious Talks whilst inebriated', said wise people everywhere )

Characters: Dominic, Jun-he, Meg and Kyle
Setting: The Courtyard
( or: a heaping side of awkward! )

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: room 13, wee hours

( five minutes at a time )

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: Their room, getting late

( and sorry doesn't make it better. )

Characters: Leandro, Wren, and OPEN
Setting: The bar, night, day 3

"Okay, this is is how we do..."

Leandro was carefully leaning over a pair of shot glasses on the bartop, an elegant oval-esque bottle gripped in one hand. It was full of a dark bronze liquid that, once uncorked, bled a green-sweet moss smell into the air. "It's Don Julio, fairly nice stuff. I was expecting some crap Cuervo, but you might like this. We're going to drink it auténtico, not Americano. That means no salt and no lime, not like a big baby."

He grinned crookedly at that, not expecting Wren to know the difference. Nevertheless, he wanted her first ta-kill-ya experience to be the best it possibly could be, very much minus the shredded clothes and passing out of the usual collegiate first-timer's setting. The mossy liquid went into each shot glass in a thin layer, one a little thinner than the other. He shorted her a bit off the usual level of the shot, just in case it really was too much for her to handle. Then each glass was held between his fingertips, the lesser one offered out to her.

"Alright, tip your head back a little like you're looking at the ceiling, and chug the shot as fast as you can. Pretend you're taking cough syrup. Don't worry, you will taste it." Leandro just could not suppress his grin in anticipation of drinking such a nice tequila himself. He gallantly went first, tipping the shot into his mouth and gulping it down. Naturally, it went from about 0 to 60 in less than a second, building up to a firebreathing cinnamon burn not unlike a full mouth of Indian cuisine. His eyes went wide and watered a little, and he had to shake his head, jaw swung open.

"Whew! Ya ya ya!" he punctuated the occasion. As the seconds went by it was mellowing out into the aftertaste that marked it as a nice quality – earthy, warm vanilla and pure, sweet agave.

Characters: Dominic, Leandro, and Meg
Setting: Morning of Day 3, the courtyard just outside the kitchen.

( So he was a fanboy. Fabulous. )

Characters: Dominic and Becka
Setting: Her room, mid-morning
( and the not-so-bad guy )

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: Alabama, over a year ago
( this is why we can't have nice things )

Characters: Dominic and Susanna
Setting: the gym, afternoon
Warning: Language

Dominic had decided to follow Carmel's suggestion, and head to the gym after he'd been up properly for a while. He wasn't quite sure how to go about dealing with things, and he guessed he'd just do it like he did everything else with Meg--wing it. So far, that worked pretty well. Maybe he was overthinking things to begin with. Who knew. He wanted to just be over it, and not have to deal with it at all, but that wasn't proving to be the case.

He didn't work out often, but he wasn't exactly a stranger to a routine. So, he went in at around eleven, and had started slow, building up as time went on. He was on the cooling down stage after noon had come and gone, opting to get finished up with the bike in there.

( Could it get any worse? )

Characters: Dominic and Meg
Setting: His room, very early morning

( Are we dreaming? )

Characters: Dominic and Carmel
Setting: the tool shed, late afternoon

Dominic had been walking around the perimeter of the first floor, noting, of course, the lack of windows looking outside. He guessed that was probably the wisest idea. Why give people a ready excuse to try and escape? Though that wasn't what was on his mind, really. He was far more interested in just seeing what the place had to offer. And what the hell was going to be put in tool shed in a place full of convicts.

Walking inside, he looked around, seeing a standard lawn mower, some gas cans, and an area full of new tools. There was a work bench there, he guessed just in case something needed fixing. He'd never done that much in the way of working with tools, but it seemed like something he might take up, if he was bored enough. Considering his glance at the layout of the place, that was edging towards 'highly likely'.

Characters: Dominic and Susanna
Setting: Early afternoon, just outside their rooms

( ask no questions )