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Room 429, Friday Night

Reno's phone was ringing.

Reno glowered at it. His phone was getting in the way of his paperwork, which he was nearly finished, dammit, and- and it was Rude's ring, so maybe he'd answer. This time. Stupid phone. Stupid Rude. Stupid paperwork.

"Yo. You callin' to tell me it's okay to burn these heaps of paper, man?"

"I know something you don't know." Rude sounded smug. Er. SmugER than usual.

... Damn, did Rude ever sound smug. Reno pursed his lips for a moment. A long moment. And then he finally replied.

"Somethin' important?"

"Something... vital."

"Dammit, Rude." Reno tapped the end of his pen against the stack of papers anxiously, scowling into the phone. If he scowled hard enough, maybe Rude would hear it and relent. "If it's vital, that means you should be tellin' me what it is, right?"

"How's your... paperwork?" If it was VITAL vital, Rude would have just given him the information. For this, he was going to let Reno squirm.

"Up to my freakin' knees and almost done, yo." A pause. "How's yours?" Perhaps a bribe could be arranged, here.

Rude had been saving a pretty large stack just in case he could get Reno to do it for him. "I could use some help."

"What've you got that'll make doin' your freakin' paperwork worth my while?" How much paperwork Reno did would depend entirely on how vital the vital information turned out to be.

"It's YOUR ass on the line if you don't get this info," Rude told him.

"Like my ass ain't never been on the line before," Reno snorted. "You gotta work harder'n that to worry me, yoto."

"It's about Rikku," Rude answered. "And what happens next week."

Reno took a moment to mull it over. Rikku. Next week. Next week, Rikku wanted to do something. Reno remembered that much. It was important, but not important, or something of the like, and Reno had been meaning to ask around to find out what the hell all that was about, anyhow.

"What happens next week, then?"

Reno didn't know. He really didn't know. "You're... toast."

"So you mentioned," Reno replied dryly. "You wanna tell me and save my ass now, or wait until I been reduced to a pelt left in the Bali Hai sun to dry?"

"Her birthday. Your girlfriend has a birthday coming up. I recommend a lot of groveling when you miss it."

Reno's mouth fell open. It remained there for a while. Oh. Oh crap. He didn't know about her birthday. Was that the Wednesday thing? Or was Wednesday the day she picked because her schedule worked? Was he supposed to do something for her birthday on the DAY of her birthday, or? ... Or? "Man, Rude, man, you gotta tell me what day it is. Please? Buddy ol' pal?"

He was getting a head-start on that groveling thing.

"Soon as you do my paperwork." The deadpan tone belied the fact that Rude was having SO MUCH fun with this.

....

"Send it over."

Why yes, yes Reno was a desperate man. Could Rude tell?

Oh, look, Reno had a new email. With a rather large attachment.

"That was easier than it should have been."

"I... kinda gotta not forget her birthday, man. It's... sorta a huge deal." A pause. Reno stared at the attachment and might have gone a little more pale than usual. "She remembered mine."

"Didn't think you had a birthday," Rude stated. "Hers is Wednesday."

"I don't do nothin' for my birthday," Reno said. "But she went all freakin' ninja or whatever and snatched my ID card and got it offa there, and then made me this kickass armor and left it outside my door, yo." Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday was her birthday and Reno was going to have to get her freaking flowers and diamonds and a baby freakin' chocobo or something, maybe a diamond chocobo with flowers or. Or... Something. And. "Was right after she found out about the plate, too. She remembered my freakin' birthday and got me somethin' even when I was public freakin' enemy number one."

Reno was going to do that paperwork. And he wasn't even going to bitch about it.

"Shit," Rude breathed. "That's some girl."

"Ain't she?" Reno put down his pen and allowed himself a moment to be nice and smug into the phone. "S'why I can't miss her birthday, yo. She's, like- I dunno, man. Better'n you or some shit."

Rude stared at the phone for a moment. "You are SO whipped."

Reno stared at the phone for a moment, back. "You're just sore 'cause I get laid by the hot little blond thief, and you gotta pay for drinks for whoever's at the bar, yo."

"It shows that much?" Rude asked.

Reno laughed and stuck out his tongue. "Rude, man, one of these days you'll find yourself a kickass little blonde number and you can be whipped, too. And then life'll be freakin' wonderful, or some shit." ... A pause. "But I ain't whipped." Another pause. "I'm just up to my freakin' balls in paperwork because I owe her. Huge. That ain't the same thing."

"Of course not." The shrug was almost audible. "You've got it good. Don't fuck it up."

"I'd say I owe you one, but like I said, I'm up to my freakin' balls in paperwork." Reno eyed the attachment again and grimaced. "I'll buy you a drink next time I'm in Edge, anyhow. Take you to the new Seventh Heaven, there. Maybe you'll catch a good glance at Tifa's ass or somethin', yo."

Reno wasn't mean. He was just an asshole.

"Yeah. Wouldn't that be something." Rude snorted. "Paperwork, Reno. Talk to you later."

Reno grinned and opened the attachment.

The grin faded. Somewhat.

"Paperwork, yeah. Don't get yourself killed or whatever without me, yo."

Reno flipped his phone shut and stared at his laptop.

... Back to work, back to work.

[Open for tormenting Reno like an open thing that happens to be open, if you feel like doing so while his paperwork load has just doubled on him. Rude was played by

sarcasm_guy, who rocks like a rocking thing that rocks.]

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There was a knocking, on the door.

You could tell by the way the person out side the door was singing, "KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"

And then giggling like crazy.

Rikku liked those dackery-thingies. A lot. That's why she had so many. And then a few more to celebrate how much she liked them.

"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeno." This was announced to the door. "I seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you."

No. No, she didn't.

Reno turned around to stare at the door.

....

And then he stared at the door some more, for good measure.

"Rikku, you got some kinda x-ray vision I should know about?" A pause. A bit of a grin. "Don't look, I'm all naked and shit."

He stood and made his way over to the door.

Damn, did she ever sound half-pissed. Crazy girl.

"I don't see you for real," she announced loudly, leaning on the door. It was really good he didn't have neighbors. "It's just fuuuuuuuuuuuuuunny. Are you naked? For real? I'm not! I have clothes on!"

She gave a happy wriggle that thudded against the door. "Guess what!?"

"Lemmie think," Reno mused, resting his hand on the doorknob and smirking. "Someone bought you girly drinks?"

It seemed like a pretty good bet that Rikku got booze from somewhere, after all.

"You gonna fall over when I open the door, or should I just be ready to catch you?"

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"I bought me girly drinks!" Rikku said, turning the doorknob in her hand and flinging it open. "Let's try it! Catch me! Wooooooooooooooo!"

Reno had two options. Get hit in the face by the door, but catch Rikku, or let Rikku's face get an introduction to the floor while he saved his own.

Ow. Ow, his face.

"Do me a favor?" He was only slightly cross-eyed as he tried to regain his bearings and hold her up at the same time. "Gimmie more warning than that, next time."

Ow.

"Okay!" Rikku said, throwing her hands in the air. "I'll write a schedule-thing! We'll make one! Guess what? I'm drunk!"

She binked his nose. "Oh, no, your face!"

Which was hopefully a realization that the door had smacked and not a sudden discovery that his nose was strange.

If his nose was, in fact, strange, it was entirely because it had just been smacked in by a door.

"A schedule'd be great. Mondays and Wednesdays, you can totally fling the door open without warnin', yo. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, you gotta let me open it instead. Sundays, just break the hell in and to hell with doors anyhow."

He smirked faintly. The smirk was a little more crooked than usual. "It bein' Friday, you're gonna have to make up for it with, like, a kiss or some shit."

Drunken kisses could be good, too.

...

"You gonna stand up on your own sometime soon?"

"Nope," she said. To the idea of standing up on her own, not to the schedule or the kiss. Which presumably he'd gather from her wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, hard. (If sloppily.) "That's missing a day, isn't it? Monday Tuesday Thursday the other thing. Ooooooooone of 'em's not there. What if I forget what day it is an' do it wrong?"

She didn't give him a chance to reply, because she needed to kiss him again.

She liked his nose.

"Saturday's kept intentionally blank in case I feel like I gotta be flingin' your door open," Reno decided. It was good that she liked his nose. His nose was sore, but it was fond of sloppy daiquiri-scented kisses, just as much as the rest of him.

"You wanna come in some more so's I can close my door, then? The paperwork might get away or somethin', yoto."

No, it probably wouldn't. But this was Fandom, and he'd been working on that garbage for over a week now, and he'd been almost done, and now there was more.

If his paperwork did go running out the door, he was going to burn the island down. And then maybe he'd cry like a fucking baby.

"I should go," Rikku decided, standing up again with some difficulty. "'Cause you gots paperwork an' I'm bein' good about not bugging you while you gots paperwork and if I stay we'll get naaaaaaaaaaaasty."

This was illustrated with a nice wriggly bump-and-grind. The uncoordinated drunk variety.

Somehow, that managed to be the most adorable drunken bump-and-grind that Reno had ever seen.

And so, she earned herself a bit of a ~~sore~~ playful kiss while he wrapped his arms around her.

He wasn't going to aim for the getting naaaaaaaaaasty part that she'd mentioned, even if he did so very like getting nasty (adjust amount of "aaaaa" to taste). After all, she was...

She was ridiculously drunk.

That didn't mean she couldn't stay a while, here. He was worried she'd break her neck trying to navigate the stairs, anyhow.

"Don't got much paperwork anyhow," he lied. It was a huge lie, considering. "You been real good about not slowin' me down, yo. Might as well stay a while and visit, zoto."

"Mmmkay," she agreed easily. "I miss you. Hanging-out-and-stuff. And the naaaaaaaaaaaaaasty stuff. 'Cause you're all good at that."

She stopped for a few seconds and stared up at him, before announcing -- in the tone of one who has something very important to share -- "I like you."

She did. She liked him plenty. He was nifty.

"Well, you're in luck, yo." Reno chuckled and gave her a bit of a huggy squeeze while he considered relocating her over to his bed. "I happen to be pretty fond of you, too."

Well, he was. Even when she was in drunken dork mode.

"C'mon. Let's go over here an' take a seat, yo. I miss you too."

"Dooooooooooooo you?" she asked. To both, kind of, if she remembered both.

She had had a lot of daiquiris, and she was tiny.

She sprawled onto his bed. BED! She liked his bed. It was comfy.

"I wrote letters," she announced. "Today. To people. For stuff. Bleh. Then I went to Bally-haiiiiiiii an' got drunk. An' you had paperwork. Your bed is comfy."

"You look comfortable," Reno agreed, finding an edge to sit on somewhere around all that sprawling she was doing. He wondered if there was some sort of mathematical equation to calculate the space Rikku took up on his bed relative to how drunk she was. And then he decided that coming up with something like that required actual effort, and he immediately decided against it.

"You wrote letters, huh?" That 'bleh' spoke volumes. "Here's hopin' that 'stuff' gets sorted out an' shit then, huh?"

"It won't," she announced with a huff. "People're stupid. I don't like 'em any more. So I gots drunk. C'mere, you're all the way over theeeeeeeere."

This had as much of a come-on to it as a heavily drunk Rikku could manage. How could Reno possibly resist more sloppy daiquiri kisses?

Reno managed a bit of a 'heh' as he attempted to wriggle into a laying position on the bed. It was a precarious one, at best, but it would have to do. So long as nobody suddenly sneezed, he wouldn't fall off. He figured.

"People are stupid," he agreed, draping an arm over her. "Anyone out there who you want I should kick in the teeth for you?"

"No, you're doin' paperwork," she explained. See? Logic. She had lots of it just lying around.

Speaking of lying around. She grabbed the front of his jacket and tugged him closer. "I don't bite," she announced. "Unless you wan' me to? Grrrrrrrr."

This was accompanied with a few snapping bites at the air. Very sloppy drunk ones.

Rikku had had a lot of daiquiris.

Reno blinked. He blinked, and he stared, and he was making his best damned effort to not laugh aloud, right then. Instead of laughing, he was going to give her a squeeze, and bury his face in her shoulder, and hope that the shaking of his shoulders as he suppressed a snicker would be missed. She was very drunk. It was possible, maybe sorta perhaps.

Damn, she somehow managed to be a cute drunk, too.

It took a moment for him to recover, but eventually he did manage to look up, stick out his tongue, and catch his breath.

"Maybe later, yo. An' then when you got your aim back, that means I can bite back, too."

"You're not naked," Rikku announced, wrapping her arms around Reno and staring up at him as if she had just figured this out. "You said you were at the door an' you lied."

His tongue was silly. She should laugh at it. And attempt to stick her own out. Badly.

Oh, if this was going to come down to a raspberry war, Reno would win. Because he was actually sober for once, and he happened to do a good deal of raspberry-ing. It was a thing. A thing he happened to do.

"I'm just that fast," he informed her. "Knew you were gonna come flyin' in, so I took the opportunity to put my clothes on again, yo."

Raspberry for emphasis inserted here.

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"'Cause otherwise we'd get all freaky," Rikku said, and this was punctuated with another bump-and-grind sort of wriggle. Sloppier than the last. Coordination: declining all the time. "An' we can't 'cause you've got paperwork. Heyyyyyyyyy, how's come you were doin' paperwork naked?"

She raspberried back at him, giggling. "Mine's broke."

He was cozy. She should snuggle in. Mmmmmmm.

"Your naked was broke, or your paperwork was?" Reno smirked and snuggled back. Snuggles were perfectly welcome, amidst a sea of paperwork. "S'hot in Bali Hai. Workin' naked helps a guy keep cool, yo."

No, really. Honest.

"How many of them drinks did you have, anyhow?"

"My tongue-thing," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Pthbbbbbbbbt. Yours works an' mine's broke."

Her fingers were toying idly with the buttons on his shirt; not in an attempt to undress him, just as something to play with.

"I don' 'member," she shrugged. "Five, or ... eight? My counting got all .... got all funny."

She was mumbling more. He was cozy. Someone should tell him he was good at that. 'Cause he was. She was just gonna think about that for a minute.

Five or eight.

He was going to have to chuckle and give her another squeeze, right there, because that was just too damn adorable.

"Maybe we work on fixin' both your countin' and your 'pbtttth' in the mornin', yoto. Sound good?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's just broke 'cause I'm drunk. You're cozy."

So, she should be going now. He had paperwork to do and she'd thump back to her room and give Petey some sloppy raspberry kisses on his belly and maybe take a nap. So he could do his paperwork. That sounded awesome.

She was gonna do that in a second. Her eyes were kinda heavy, she was just gonna close them for a minute first. Then she'd go.

So he could ... stuff. And the other thing. That.

"Won't be drunk in the morning," he promised.

No, no. In the morning, she'd probably be miserable and hung over. Little Rikkus were not made to drink five or eight daiquiris. He had Advil floating around somewhere. Because he was ~~an alcoholic~~ awesome like that.

"Nope," she murmured. "Nope, nope, nope. Not 'less I ... drink more while I'm ... 'sleep."

Asleep, rather. And she was.

Somehow, Reno doubted that she'd drink more while she was sleeping.

He stayed there for a while, until she was good and sound asleep, before working his way free and tucking her in. He'd join her again in a bit. He was still, after all, up to his balls in paperwork.

Every now and again, while he typed as quietly as he could, he'd look over at her and grin, give his head a shake, and then return to work.

She was so damn worth all this extra work.

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