"Wasn't about the laptop," Reno sighed, giving a shake of his head. "Rude probably did tell you to trash it."

Oh, shit. And now he was realizing that he'd unintentionally ratted out on Rude covering for him while he was five. Shit. Shit.

"Tseng's just... Concerned. Tseng's always concerned. I ever mention the stick that's shoved up his ass so far it's nudging his brain?"

Wow, that whole thing just came out bland. Maybe Reno would try to skip the joking entirely, right now. Because everything seemed so... dry.

The smell of spilled Everclear was filling his head.