[Reno seems to have commandeered an entiore corner or the bar for himself and his frankly disturbing collection of shot glasses. More than half of them are empty or down to their last (apparently) forgotten dregs, but there are still a fair number that remain untouched. Reno himself is still upright and steady on his stool, though he is slouched to one side drawing penises in the condensation on the bar top in front of him. See it's funny because the penises disappear as fast as he can draw them; the amazing phantom dick show! :D
When Rude shows up, Reno shoves several of the shot glasses in his partner's direction without looking up from his works of bar top art. The master is in his creative zone, yo.]
Still got no idea who the hell's payin' for all these. Either someone likes me or I'mma have to get creative when the bill shows up.
[ Rude frowns at that, he is not sure he likes the idea of someone unknown buying Reno drinks and he turns to look around the bar. Anyone who is even thinking about approaching gets a glare before he turns back.
He takes a couple of shots before he answers, his tone dry. ]
[Reno either doesn't notice Rude's surly bodyguard act or doesn't care. Hell, maybe he's used to it. But so far as he's concerned, anyone trying to get him drunk is doing him a favor and everyone else a disservice, seeing as how he can still hold his own in a fight three sheets to the wind and then some.
The look he gives Rude at the suggestion of dish washing duty is nothing short of horrified.]
The hell kinda professional d'you think I am? [He tosses back another of the shots for dramatic effect.] Like I don't got a whole list of credit card numbers just waitin' to be used and abused, yo. Scarlet's gonna regret that last write-up. Disciplinary action my ass...
[ Rude takes another of the shots and downs it as well. ] And you are going to waste that on booze in a bar and not an all-inclusive three-week stay at a resort?
Okay, first of all-- [Reno must be uncharacteristically conscious of how much he's drinking, seeing as how he shoves almost all the rest of the shots in Rude's direction.]
I ain't wastin' nothin', seein' as how we still don't know who's buyin' all these shots. [He knocks one back like he's proving a point.]
Second, I know you were there for both of the Costa fiascos, whether you remember or not. Let's just say goin' all-out with the brass' gold cards? Not the wisest move. Gotta keep the thievery on the down-low to get the most bang for our buck, yeah?
Fair enough. But she is still going to have your hide when she finds out you have been stealing. [ Rude has no doubt that Reno can handle whatever she tries to throw at him.
He takes another couple of shots. ]
Still, too bad, I would not have said no to some R&R far away from all this. [ He gestures to the city around them ]
[Not only can Reno handle what's more than likely coming his way -- it's hard to dish out any truly effective punishment when Reno mostly just tends to like it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Still, Rude's words have Reno pausing with a shot-class halfway to his mouth.]
That so? [Impossibly blue eyes peer sidelong at his partner, one stupidly groomed eyebrow raising in interest.]
[The shot glass in Reno's hand hits the sticky bar top with a soft clink, amber liquid still full to the brim and apparently forgotten for the moment. He swivels on his chair to face Rude fully now, eyes narrowing in what might have been a shrewd look on anyone else. On Reno it just looks... Well. Reno.]
...ooookay. Now's about the time to fill your boy in on what the hell's up with you, pard. [Without a thought, the shot he'd just abandoned is shoved in Rude's direction.]
'Cause the way you're talkin's makin' me think you got a damn good reason wantin' to make yourself scarce. What don't I know?
[Reno's second-in-command for a good reason, not to mention one of the longest standing Turks of them all. Point being, Reno's poker face is about as impeccable as they come. Were anyone other than Rude sitting across from him, they wouldn't see a thing. Rude, though? Rude is one of the only people alive who would see that Reno has a reaction to that particular infobomb being dropped, though what that reaction means is anyone's guess. It's there and gone so fast it's like the reaction never happened... Except. Rude.
Reno's response is delayed by just a beat too long as well, which is even stronger evidence that he was not aware of that particular tidbit of gossip, no. His slow whistle seals the deal.]
...I'm hearin' Wutai's nice this time of year?
[No, he's not, but it's about as far from Midgar as you can get.]
[Reno's expression remains oddly serious -- sober, even, and how often does that happen? -- as he continues to study Rude, chin resting on the gloved knuckles of one hand. Anyone who doesn't know better might think Reno's actually taking the time and effort to consider something, to weigh his options and carefully analyze the situation... But that would be just fuckin' disturbing as shit, now wouldn't it?]
...you really think he'll reassign you? [It's hardly a question, more of a passing thought Reno hadn't fully intended to say aloud. Or hadn't realized he'd said aloud. Doesn't matter anyway, since they both know Tseng would absolutely reassign Rude without a second thought if that were the most convenient fix to an awkward situation. Especially if the L'il Prez is involved now.
This time, it's Reno himself who signals the bartender, though he orders a pint of beer instead of another round of shots as he swivels back on his stool to face the countertop.]
So we pick up some missions. [No question whatsoever that Reno's going wherever Rude is going. That's a given at all times.] The SOLDIER greens do it all the time, right? Part of their Basic? And part of the side shit we're technically s'posed to be doin' in our down time anyway? Seems to me we're overdue to clear out some grunt work... Some grunt work just happens to be real, real far from Midgar.
[ Rude nods. They both know Tseng would. Reno@s suggestion he makes him nod. It sounds like it is a good plan, and it does help that they can frame it as work and not vacation. Except...]
As long as we take some time to find some cool clubs or shit.
We could also go on one of those scouting missions, find new prospects for SOLDIER
my shirt is all the way unbuttoned... u met me?? happy if anyone wants to get me drunk, judging anyone who thinks they can steal my shit or beat me up even when im off my face bc again.... U MET ME??
[He does actually send her the address for his apartment. Place your bets now: will the bachelor pad be more or less eye-gouging than the way he texts? Continue at your own risk...]
[Tifa knew what kind of situation she was walking into in a part of the city she wasn’t all that familiar with. But she could handle herself and she hadn’t been the one drinking.
It’s probably bordering on the line of thought that she was never going to show up when Tifa knocked on Reno’s door. Her curiosity and need to do something stupid for once was over riding her common sense.]
[From the look on Reno's face when he opens the door, it's obvious that he's kind of shocked Tifa actually decided to show up. He's disheveled, but not much more than usual; his typical brazen disregard for appropriate attire holds up in private as well, so it seems.]
Heyyy...
[When he steps aside with a flourish, there isn't all that much apartment to discover past the threshold. The place is almost uncomfortably bare, save for a conspicuously expensive tv and game set-up across from the torn up couch. Looks kinda like everyone's first shared apartment, though despite the stains and strange burn marks here and there, the place is clean enough.]
Kinda thought I was 'bout to get ghosted, not gonna lie. Mad respect for actually havin' the balls to brave my humble pad, yo.
I couldn’t help but be curious to see your apartment and how drunk you are. You sound a lot sober than your texts led on… or do you always text like that?
[There is a mischievous twinkle in Tifa’s eyes as she stepped into the apartment. She is quick to take in the sparse place which made sense to her because she had no doubt that Reno was constantly on the job.]
[Reno doesn't actually reply to any of that first bit, save for a quiet, amused scoff. He traipses past her into the empty living room, turning around to angle a look at her in a surprisingly smooth movement considering how hammered he's supposed to be.]
You even gotta ask? 'Course I always text like that... Am I not textin' just like everyone else? [Please don't answer that. The look in Tifa's eye doesn't escape his notice, even as he throws a similar impish look right back at her.]
Aw, damn... y'know, I just remembered all my skirts are at the dry cleaner... [The raised eyebrow and challenging expression leave no question about the fact that Reno knows exactly how cheap this line is, but fuck if he ain't gonna try it anyway.] Guess maybe I gotta borrow yours?
[There is a smile on her face as she lifted the side of the pleated skirt up to show the short black shorts underneath. Tifa was confident in her body but definitely not her emotions as she flashed Reno some thighs.]
It’s a skort and you told me you had all the customization options. Did you lie to get me here, Reno?
[Far more than a second passes before Reno seems to rally. He's not exactly drooling, but clearly there's some part of his brain that short-circuits completely when Tifa lifts her skirt.
His gaze is still locked on well-toned thighs when her words finally sink in. To his credit, Reno somehow manages to tear his eyes away from Tifa's "assets" to meet her gaze.]]
[She was used to men eyeing her up and so she didn’t blush when Reno took his time looking at her thigh. But there was something about a Turk with that look on his face that caused Tifa to pause. She definitely hadn’t thought she would feel a spike of want go through her. This was Reno. What was wrong with her?]
[In Tifa's defense, there aren't many people who can resist Reno's Patented Intense Blue Gaze... or so he likes to believe. Inflated ego aside, Reno does have a sort of unnerving way of training his focus solely on you and not letting up, to the point that most anyone would probably start to squirm in some way or another.
Yeah, that's a tactic.
The grin is a tactic too, for those of you at home keeping score.]
Worth a try. Guessin' I'mma have about as much luck convincin' you to trade me your skort? [Is that even a word? Because if so, his masculinity dipped like 20% just saying it aloud.] You're in the win here babes, since the trade means you get pants while I get stuck showin' leg.
Wow, rude, I am a double-zero if there ever was one and you can't change my mind. [Like Reno really knows what a 00 is. But he surely is one, yup. He'll bet money on that.
Finally though, he seems to give up the posturing. Cocking his head at Tifa and raising a brow, he looks honestly skeptical.]
I did mention the chocobo legs, right? No lie, me in a skirt ain't exactly Midgar's Next Top Model material, yo.
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@ not_actually_a_bad_guy
pard we gonna have a talk when u get here. droppin a pin to make sure that happens. think u can manage now??
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When Rude shows up, Reno shoves several of the shot glasses in his partner's direction without looking up from his works of bar top art. The master is in his creative zone, yo.]
Still got no idea who the hell's payin' for all these. Either someone likes me or I'mma have to get creative when the bill shows up.
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He takes a couple of shots before he answers, his tone dry. ]
There is always dishwashing duty.
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The look he gives Rude at the suggestion of dish washing duty is nothing short of horrified.]
The hell kinda professional d'you think I am? [He tosses back another of the shots for dramatic effect.] Like I don't got a whole list of credit card numbers just waitin' to be used and abused, yo. Scarlet's gonna regret that last write-up. Disciplinary action my ass...
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And you are going to waste that on booze in a bar and not an all-inclusive three-week stay at a resort?
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I ain't wastin' nothin', seein' as how we still don't know who's buyin' all these shots. [He knocks one back like he's proving a point.]
Second, I know you were there for both of the Costa fiascos, whether you remember or not. Let's just say goin' all-out with the brass' gold cards? Not the wisest move. Gotta keep the thievery on the down-low to get the most bang for our buck, yeah?
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He takes another couple of shots. ]
Still, too bad, I would not have said no to some R&R far away from all this. [ He gestures to the city around them ]
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Still, Rude's words have Reno pausing with a shot-class halfway to his mouth.]
That so? [Impossibly blue eyes peer sidelong at his partner, one stupidly groomed eyebrow raising in interest.]
What kinda 'away' you picturin'?
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Could do a cruise again. [ Rude takes another shotglass. ] Anywhere away from here really.
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...ooookay. Now's about the time to fill your boy in on what the hell's up with you, pard. [Without a thought, the shot he'd just abandoned is shoved in Rude's direction.]
'Cause the way you're talkin's makin' me think you got a damn good reason wantin' to make yourself scarce. What don't I know?
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Walked in on some shit I shouldn't have and I am pretty sure Tseng is going to have me reassigned.
You know about him and the veep?
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Reno's response is delayed by just a beat too long as well, which is even stronger evidence that he was not aware of that particular tidbit of gossip, no. His slow whistle seals the deal.]
...I'm hearin' Wutai's nice this time of year?
[No, he's not, but it's about as far from Midgar as you can get.]
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[ A smile tugs at Rude's lips for a brief second. It is good to see that Reno didn't know either, at least Rude hadn't missed some major signs. ]
Maybe I should find some small fishing village that doesn't have phone service.
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...you really think he'll reassign you? [It's hardly a question, more of a passing thought Reno hadn't fully intended to say aloud. Or hadn't realized he'd said aloud. Doesn't matter anyway, since they both know Tseng would absolutely reassign Rude without a second thought if that were the most convenient fix to an awkward situation. Especially if the L'il Prez is involved now.
This time, it's Reno himself who signals the bartender, though he orders a pint of beer instead of another round of shots as he swivels back on his stool to face the countertop.]
So we pick up some missions. [No question whatsoever that Reno's going wherever Rude is going. That's a given at all times.] The SOLDIER greens do it all the time, right? Part of their Basic? And part of the side shit we're technically s'posed to be doin' in our down time anyway? Seems to me we're overdue to clear out some grunt work... Some grunt work just happens to be real, real far from Midgar.
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As long as we take some time to find some cool clubs or shit.
We could also go on one of those scouting missions, find new prospects for SOLDIER
@ mylockedheart
gurl i barely know how to answer any of that
my shirt is all the way unbuttoned... u met me?? happy if anyone wants to get me drunk, judging anyone who thinks they can steal my shit or beat me up even when im off my face bc again.... U MET ME??
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Do your Turk thing and figure out who?
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any chance my admirer is u? possibly best end to my night if it is
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sounds like nothin about you would be secret as an admirer......
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No suspects the 'the drink is from the pretty blonde in the corner. Right over there. Oh you just missed her.'
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thinkin like that u would make a p good turk ngl
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And I would never work for Shinra.
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plus i mean the suits got lotsa options for customization... i can show u if u want
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Are you going to wear a skirt for me Reno?
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if pasty chicken legs in skirts what ur into, id hate to disappoint but i cant say id recommend that look
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Do you even have a skirt option? Or is it just the black suit.
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if u think for even a hot sec i dont got every option ready @ hand then u obvs dont kno me
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You’d said you’d show me the customization options so lets see the skirt, Reno.
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i do offer private shows tho
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I'm curious enough about the customization options and fabric to yes to a private showing.
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gonna see about takin these extra shots 2 go
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Unless you're currently wearing the skirt?
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[He does actually send her the address for his apartment. Place your bets now: will the bachelor pad be more or less eye-gouging than the way he texts? Continue at your own risk...]
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It’s probably bordering on the line of thought that she was never going to show up when Tifa knocked on Reno’s door. Her curiosity and need to do something stupid for once was over riding her common sense.]
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Heyyy...
[When he steps aside with a flourish, there isn't all that much apartment to discover past the threshold. The place is almost uncomfortably bare, save for a conspicuously expensive tv and game set-up across from the torn up couch. Looks kinda like everyone's first shared apartment, though despite the stains and strange burn marks here and there, the place is clean enough.]
Kinda thought I was 'bout to get ghosted, not gonna lie. Mad respect for actually havin' the balls to brave my humble pad, yo.
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[There is a mischievous twinkle in Tifa’s eyes as she stepped into the apartment. She is quick to take in the sparse place which made sense to her because she had no doubt that Reno was constantly on the job.]
Alright, let’s see it Reno.
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You even gotta ask? 'Course I always text like that... Am I not textin' just like everyone else? [Please don't answer that. The look in Tifa's eye doesn't escape his notice, even as he throws a similar impish look right back at her.]
Aw, damn... y'know, I just remembered all my skirts are at the dry cleaner... [The raised eyebrow and challenging expression leave no question about the fact that Reno knows exactly how cheap this line is, but fuck if he ain't gonna try it anyway.] Guess maybe I gotta borrow yours?
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[There is a smile on her face as she lifted the side of the pleated skirt up to show the short black shorts underneath. Tifa was confident in her body but definitely not her emotions as she flashed Reno some thighs.]
It’s a skort and you told me you had all the customization options. Did you lie to get me here, Reno?
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His gaze is still locked on well-toned thighs when her words finally sink in. To his credit, Reno somehow manages to tear his eyes away from Tifa's "assets" to meet her gaze.]]
You really think I'd lie to get you over here?
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[She was used to men eyeing her up and so she didn’t blush when Reno took his time looking at her thigh. But there was something about a Turk with that look on his face that caused Tifa to pause. She definitely hadn’t thought she would feel a spike of want go through her. This was Reno. What was wrong with her?]
Skirt still at the dry cleaners?
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Yeah, that's a tactic.
The grin is a tactic too, for those of you at home keeping score.]
Worth a try. Guessin' I'mma have about as much luck convincin' you to trade me your skort? [Is that even a word? Because if so, his masculinity dipped like 20% just saying it aloud.] You're in the win here babes, since the trade means you get pants while I get stuck showin' leg.
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[She then eyes his waist and shook her head as she placed her hands on her hips.]
Your hips are too wide. Your pants would just fall right off of me.
Then who would be showing too much?
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Finally though, he seems to give up the posturing. Cocking his head at Tifa and raising a brow, he looks honestly skeptical.]
I did mention the chocobo legs, right? No lie, me in a skirt ain't exactly Midgar's Next Top Model material, yo.