Re: Rez/Fisher
Snorting, Fisher slung an arm around Rez's shoulders. "I'm used to nicknames," he said with a smirk. "Will calls me all sorts of shit. Fishykins, Gotham, Fishstick... hot piece of ass..." He couldn't stop grinning. Maybe the absinthe was kicking in already, or maybe it was just the natural high he got off Rez. This week was kickass so far, nothing but fun.
"How come you don't like your name, anyway?" he asked, retracting his arm so he could rest his chin on his fists, elbows on his knees. "I mean, it's not like it's some queer weird name like mine. It's simple."