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Heyyyy it's Reno. I'm not pickin' up right now, probably 'cause I'm out gettin' laid 'cause I'm more popular than you. Especially if you're Tseng.
Leave me a message, bitch.
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Leave me a message, bitch.
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@bare_knuckled
Wouldn't say no to goin' someplace with better shots.
[The quiet of the night is interrupted by Reno loudly gathering a bunch of spit in the back of his throat, which he cheerfully hocks over the side of the railing, gaze following the loogie as it falls down toward the ground and out of sight. Fucking shame he can't see if it hits anyone.]
She still givin' you the cold shoulder? [Like he really needs to ask. Tifa never gave Rude the time of day unless you counted beating the crap out of him. Which, okay, Rude might. Poor asshole.]
Less suits, more tits? Sign me up.
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We got another hour of the shift left. But at least it isn't far back to get changed. And it isn't just tits, pretty much anything you might want from what I hear.
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[He doesn't bother finishing the thought, already wondering if they can figure some way to cut out early.]
I'm ready to bail, dude. Bet we could get Ciss to cover for us so we can split early. [Not that he's going to, but hey. He's got a careless image to maintain. With one final drag, he pushes off the railing and tosses the butt of his cigarette over too, shoving his hands in his pockets as he turns to look at Rude.]
I'm in. Gonna see if I can score a few more wet ones before shit winds down. Meet you at the lockers after?