[Daria never smiled unless she had a real reason. Nothing fake or insincere if she gave a smile to anyone. It was for when people earned it, or something really warmed her cold heart. Making that cocksure attitude he had after it was all said and done tugged her on her cheeks just a little.]
Yeah yeah, I get the idea, Balboa.
[She moved her hand away, finally. Resisting the urge to embarrass the ex-boxer with small doses of intimacy any longer. But it was hard. Real hard.]
I can hold you to it though. I still want to be a good friend, after all.
Then no more Rocky jokes. Ever again. A promise for a promise.
[Pizza promise. Up she goes from her seat, finally. Time to leave just about. But she was going to hang around if she felt he wasn't sober. So, she kind of glanced his way again.]
Right. I'm not a promise-breaker anymore. So you'd better keep up your end.
[He only wishes that would be the last time he'll ever be faced with a Rocky joke. Looking at you, Raiden.
He steadies himself with his hand flat down on the table's edge before slowly rising to his feet, the full effects of drunkenness finally hitting him as the room spins around him for a few seconds.]
[Not quite sober. Which made it better that he decided to come along. Maybe by the time he headed back to the room he would be okay. That would make Riye feel a bit better. Not a lot better but. Well. He was still in that room alone without Luna or Peony. Ethan was off somewhere, probably still not having resolved the scuffle they had yet.
She had to do what she could.
She tried to keep a straight face for the both of them as she hung around for when he decided he was going to start moving, keeping a close eye watch from her angle.]
Onward then.
[You got it, buddy? You got it? Do you need an arm or an anything.]
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Yeah yeah, I get the idea, Balboa.
[She moved her hand away, finally. Resisting the urge to embarrass the ex-boxer with small doses of intimacy any longer. But it was hard. Real hard.]
I can hold you to it though. I still want to be a good friend, after all.
[And she's snarking.]
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Good friends don't make Rocky jokes.
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[Pizza promise. Up she goes from her seat, finally. Time to leave just about. But she was going to hang around if she felt he wasn't sober. So, she kind of glanced his way again.]
Are we all ready to leave?
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[He only wishes that would be the last time he'll ever be faced with a Rocky joke. Looking at you, Raiden.
He steadies himself with his hand flat down on the table's edge before slowly rising to his feet, the full effects of drunkenness finally hitting him as the room spins around him for a few seconds.]
...Hhff. Okay. I'm- good. Let's get out of here.
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She had to do what she could.
She tried to keep a straight face for the both of them as she hung around for when he decided he was going to start moving, keeping a close eye watch from her angle.]
Onward then.
[You got it, buddy? You got it? Do you need an arm or an anything.]
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Off they went into the night, trampling all over the page layout's battered corpse.]