[ Doritos. Rip doesn't know why he picked up Doritos. But the point remains that they're what he has now-- three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos-- along with two bottles of double-black whiskey. Sometimes he collects things to keep on the ship as a memorabilia of the time period, but these things are purchased for the sole purpose of consuming them, if only because he's in a bit of a mood. Regardless, the point is he would've never told Sara about it otherwise (and he would've told Mick, he supposes, because Mick shares an appetite for drinking as well, but in his defence, Rip wants to be able to have more than a single glass' worth this time).
He stands in front of Sara's quarters, paper bag in one arm and his hand lifting to knock on the metal door in three, sharp hits.
[ Booze and Doritos. Well, there were worse combinations. She thinks what Rip could really use is a friend. She gets it. They've all been there. So she was happy to oblige under the guise of drinking and eating chips. She reminds herself to bring him to a Taco Bell sometime, so he can try their Doritos tacos. She hears the knock and looks up from what she'd been doing.]
[ So in Rip comes, with his bad posture and his bags of goodies, and an expression that looks a mix of uncomfortable and determined. ] Hello, Sara. [ This is terrible already and he hasn't even done anything yet.
In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
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He stands in front of Sara's quarters, paper bag in one arm and his hand lifting to knock on the metal door in three, sharp hits.
She said she'd be there. Rip takes it. ]
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Come in.
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In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
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[ Sara sits up, fully and looks over at him. Yep, definitely something on his mind. ]
Take a seat.
[ She grabs a couple of small glasses from the drawer inside her nightstand. ]
So what's on your mind, Rip?