Jono and Angelo, birthday present
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xp_logsJono brings Angelo a birthday present before the partying
Jono nudged the door open with a shoulder as he peered around into the suite. "Angelo? You around, mate?" he called as he hefted the paper bag up onto one hip and walked into the suite. He supposed it wouldn't be too much of an invasion to reach out telepathically to try and find his old roommate, but given that he'd only just returned from another Elpis job, there was always the chance he was off filing papers for Nathan or catching up with his girlfriend. Still, the door had been unlocked.
He was unpacking his clothes, as it happened, blissfully unaware of any planning of parties for later. He glanced up, surprised by the voice. "Jono? Yeah, in here."
Jono stepped around the couch, raising an eyebrow at the door to the other room, conspicuously closed. Putting any questions out of his mind, he lifted the bad. "Don't think this is going to be some kind of 'welcome home' habit every time you shuttle off to some international destination. You'd bankrupt us all too fast. Still, happy birthday, mate. Finally legal to boot, which means that after today, I think you owe Sarah and I..." he began counting on his fingers before he just shrugged and laughed mentally. "Well, it's your round for a good long time."
He reached into the bag and withdrew a wrapped package, extending it to Angelo. "And before you ask, yes, I got one of the girls to help me wrap it. At least I talked her out of the pink bow."
Angelo laughed, accepting the gift and starting to unwrap it. "Just means she'll give me somethin' herself just to put one on, like as not. An' sure, drinks are on me." It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He paused as the last of the paper came off, looking down at the framed photo in his hands, then grinned. "Good one."
"Just happened to find it in some old things," Jono rubbed the back of his head as he looked around Angelo's room. "You always were the baby of the group, eh? Never could have guessed what with the premature grey and all that."
"Hey, not so much of the baby", Angelo objected easily. "Just 'cause you were never the one buyin' the drinks - not that it would've been exactly fair when you had to leech them off us, an' all - an' Sarah had fake ID..."
"Ah, just taking the piss, mate." Jono joked. "You're only as old as you feel, or so I'm told. How's it feel to be sitting at the grown-ups' table now, eh? They might even let you cross the street on your own, so they might." While Jono couldn't exactly smile, the playful tone of his words was something that hadn't been heard out of him in a long while. If you'd asked him (which no one did, really, for a number of reasons) he'd say it was because it had been a long while since he'd had something to laugh about.
It was good to hear his friend - and Jono was his friend, almost always had been despite their past with Paige - sound like that, and Angelo grinned. "Dude, I've been there for months, drinkin' or not. Get with the program."
"Oi, I've got an excuse. Big glowy blob and all, I plan on milking the low-expectations thing for quite a ways while everyone expects me to 'catch up'. Not a bad racket." Jono looked past Angelo at the clock and then winced. "Except when a certain someone demands one's presence at a specific moment that I'm about... fifteen minutes late for. You know how she is. Anyway, now that it's your round, we'll have to head out to celebrate proper sometime, yeah?"
"Count on it", he said, grin widening. "If you're sure it won't get you in trouble." He was prepared to duck, just in case any likely ammunition was in easy reach.
"Ah, but the fun's in getting out of the trouble," Jono taunted right back with an expressively-raised eyebrow. "Otherwise, why d'you think I keep doing it?"
"There is that", Angelo allowed, laughing. "As long as she doesn't know that's your game."
Jono chuckled as he headed out the door. "See, that's the difference between you an' me. You go off to foreign countries to risk life and limb. I get to do it here at home."
Jono nudged the door open with a shoulder as he peered around into the suite. "Angelo? You around, mate?" he called as he hefted the paper bag up onto one hip and walked into the suite. He supposed it wouldn't be too much of an invasion to reach out telepathically to try and find his old roommate, but given that he'd only just returned from another Elpis job, there was always the chance he was off filing papers for Nathan or catching up with his girlfriend. Still, the door had been unlocked.
He was unpacking his clothes, as it happened, blissfully unaware of any planning of parties for later. He glanced up, surprised by the voice. "Jono? Yeah, in here."
Jono stepped around the couch, raising an eyebrow at the door to the other room, conspicuously closed. Putting any questions out of his mind, he lifted the bad. "Don't think this is going to be some kind of 'welcome home' habit every time you shuttle off to some international destination. You'd bankrupt us all too fast. Still, happy birthday, mate. Finally legal to boot, which means that after today, I think you owe Sarah and I..." he began counting on his fingers before he just shrugged and laughed mentally. "Well, it's your round for a good long time."
He reached into the bag and withdrew a wrapped package, extending it to Angelo. "And before you ask, yes, I got one of the girls to help me wrap it. At least I talked her out of the pink bow."
Angelo laughed, accepting the gift and starting to unwrap it. "Just means she'll give me somethin' herself just to put one on, like as not. An' sure, drinks are on me." It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He paused as the last of the paper came off, looking down at the framed photo in his hands, then grinned. "Good one."
"Just happened to find it in some old things," Jono rubbed the back of his head as he looked around Angelo's room. "You always were the baby of the group, eh? Never could have guessed what with the premature grey and all that."
"Hey, not so much of the baby", Angelo objected easily. "Just 'cause you were never the one buyin' the drinks - not that it would've been exactly fair when you had to leech them off us, an' all - an' Sarah had fake ID..."
"Ah, just taking the piss, mate." Jono joked. "You're only as old as you feel, or so I'm told. How's it feel to be sitting at the grown-ups' table now, eh? They might even let you cross the street on your own, so they might." While Jono couldn't exactly smile, the playful tone of his words was something that hadn't been heard out of him in a long while. If you'd asked him (which no one did, really, for a number of reasons) he'd say it was because it had been a long while since he'd had something to laugh about.
It was good to hear his friend - and Jono was his friend, almost always had been despite their past with Paige - sound like that, and Angelo grinned. "Dude, I've been there for months, drinkin' or not. Get with the program."
"Oi, I've got an excuse. Big glowy blob and all, I plan on milking the low-expectations thing for quite a ways while everyone expects me to 'catch up'. Not a bad racket." Jono looked past Angelo at the clock and then winced. "Except when a certain someone demands one's presence at a specific moment that I'm about... fifteen minutes late for. You know how she is. Anyway, now that it's your round, we'll have to head out to celebrate proper sometime, yeah?"
"Count on it", he said, grin widening. "If you're sure it won't get you in trouble." He was prepared to duck, just in case any likely ammunition was in easy reach.
"Ah, but the fun's in getting out of the trouble," Jono taunted right back with an expressively-raised eyebrow. "Otherwise, why d'you think I keep doing it?"
"There is that", Angelo allowed, laughing. "As long as she doesn't know that's your game."
Jono chuckled as he headed out the door. "See, that's the difference between you an' me. You go off to foreign countries to risk life and limb. I get to do it here at home."
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