Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2009-06-26 08:09 pm
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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening
Okay, so there'd been that dance last night. And there'd been training with Ghanima, and plenty of drinking, and then Fight Club, and now there was to be even more drinking. Because that was just how Reno rolled.
He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made ahandwavey booze run earlier in the day, and he was now good and stocked up with everything from Absolut to the ingredients to slosh together a Flaming Zombie.
The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.
Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.
[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]
He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made a
The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.
Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.
[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]
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It was the weirdest symbol of pride ever, that chocobo tattoo.
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Rikku: Unclear on the Concept.
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Reno was taking that as a challenge.
Why was Reno taking that as a challenge? Because there had already been booze tonight, that was why.
Yes. Yes, he was reaching for his belt. Please someone, for the love of Holy, stop him.
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Reno cocked his chin upward, looking for all the world like the cat who got the cream. "Later, then."
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The guests had to leave sooner or later.
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Because dammit, it had been a couple of weeks since they'd spent time together, and they hadn't had drunken nookie in forever.