[ it's not an unfamiliar feeling, this. the electric air of someone you're doing the "are we fucking tonight or are we just not feeling that right now" tango with, right above a spicy little layer of "have we... met somewhere before?" Reno gets that a million times a day, or he used to when the getting was good and not mostly dead or dying or way too busy, and it never gets old. him, sprawled back in his chair and Roche just giving him that long, searching gaze, even while the fella on his other side is grabbing him like a damn puppy on Christmas day. that's not an unfamiliar feeling, either, but unlike the first, it feels like it's been a hot minute since he really felt anyone's eyes on him.

especially when they're eyes fulla Mako. he's already gotten the rundown, people come from other worlds and times and places and whatever, you better believe he spent some time asking around, particularly the staff, but... no, yeah, he's sure of it. eyes like that, they're distinctive. not that it bothers him any, certainly not right now. maybe he's just had too much to drink, but the familiarity is kinda comforting in a fucked up way. ]

Oh, good! Then this is gonna work out great for us. And here I was, worried I wasn't gonna make any friends.

[ leaning in, he gives those dice a little puff, gaze shifting from Roche to the guy behind him. just for a second, but it's a second long enough to give them a jolt of unexplained anxiety they can't explain before it's gone. ]

My luck's great, by the way. You're gonna have fun with whatever this is, guaranteed.

[ famous last (cursed) words. ]