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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 a ~~handwavey~~ 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!]

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"You showed up, you gotta drink," Reno carolled back, because honestly, there was a lot of booze, and he could only carry so much of it back to Edge with him all at once.

Ino raised her eyebrows at him. "I need booze," she informed him airily. "It'll help replace chakra I used up today."

Between her fighting him, and having to heal her injuries, Ino didn't exactly have all that much energy to spare. She stepped in, careful to keep her balance. "If I pass out on your floor, it's all your fault."

"If you pass out on my floor, you gotta be outta here by checkout tomorrow." Reno smirked. "An' if I can't carry you down the stairs on the foot you buggered, I'm just tossin' you out the window."

"I will stab you if you try that," Ino told him, flopping down on a spare bit of bed. "And hopefully I won't pass out, I'm not pathetic with drink."

"Good to hear you can handle your booze," Reno smirked, reaching for a bottle of whatever was closest and tossing it onto the bed beside her. "See how well you do with that ~~moddable~~ crap, yo."

"Blame my dad's genes," Ino said, laughing as she opened the bottle and took a sip. Ooooh. "I got lucky."

Well, it was one kind of luck.

"Congratulations," Reno noted, an air of amusement in his voice.

His head would have gone straight to the gutter even if he'd been sober.

"So, how're them guts of yours doin', Ino?"

"Healed," she said, taking a longer pull on the bottle and humming slightly. "Which is why I might go down quicker than normal. I'm tiiiired."

"It was a hell of a good workout," Reno chuckled, and then he reached for a bottle of his own.

Oooo. Tasted like peach schnapps. Why he'd grabbed peach schnapps was anyone's best guess, but it had alcohol in it, so he wasn't going to put it down now.

"You feelin' a little more confident about that test?"

She shrugged a bit. "'Least I won't have anyone getting on my case 'bout breaking brains then."

"Can't please everyone," Reno sighed. "I been thinkin', Ino. You put up a damn fine fight, there..."

Ino gave him a sideways look.

"I hear a 'but' coming."

Reno shook his head, pursing his lips slightly in thought.

"Not even. Just like I said. Been thinkin'. You put up a good fight. An' you got maybe a little bit of discipline to learn, but shit, so do I, yo."

He stretched his arms, and then shrugged.

"Was just wonderin' if you'd be up to makin' a field trip to Gaia sometime. To beat on monsters an' shit. Plenty of elbow room, there."

She tilted her head.

"The appearance of losing your temper can be damned useful," Ino said, "but it means that you can't always just be faking it." Let him think about that. "I know myself."

A beat.

"Reno, I would love to fight monsters." No kidding. "So, yes please."

Did he even need to ask.

"After the spar," Reno noted. "I got my doubts that that was just appearances, yo. An' I don't blame you if it wasn't, honest."

He shrugged. It seemed messy. He didn't come back to Fandom for messy, he got plenty of that back home.

"The monsters around Edge ain't too big a challenge, yo. There are bigger an' meaner farther out from where Midgar used to be, but gettin' there would be a bitch."

He tilted his head, thinking it over.

"Tell you what. Lemmie get back home, see what things are like. I don't really got anywhere to put you up if you visit, but that don't mean I won't try an' find a place for you for a weekend or whatever." He gave her a wry grin. "An' I'll be honest, yo. I ain't just invitin' you for the monsters. The books you wrote up are damn helpful, but sometimes you just need another set of eyes to tell you if you're fuckin' up the bean crop, zoto."

Ino blinked at him, and laughed. "No, that wasn't," Ino admitted, "but I don't often lose my temper so bad I don't know what I'm doing."

Whether or not she cared was another point.

Another laugh. "You really think that, if I went out there, I'd not look at your plants? Please." Ino would demand to see them. "And, heck, I'm pretty easy to please in accommodations."

Reno held up the hand that wasn't holding his booze in a sort of 'I surrender' pose, chuckling.

"Just sayin', Ino. I'm spendin' my nights on the world's shittiest couch. You ain't gonna get much better, unless you go an' crawl into bed with Rude, yo."

... Which would be so, so many levels of weird.

"Keepin' in mind that the ferret sometimes shits there."

There! Less weird!

"I'm sure he cleans the sheets every now and then," Ino said, giggly. "And, now, that's not the sort of thing a lady would do, even if Rude is cute."

A beat.

"Weren't you makin' a hammock anyhow?"

"Gotta find the stuff," Reno agreed. He'd been drinking just enough that the details were fuzzy, but he was pretty certain that 'the stuff' was going to involve some measure of fabric, and at least basic sewing skills.

He was doomed.

"An' if that don't work, I'll take the floor an' let you crash on the shitty couch. Ain't I nice?"

"Nooo," Ino said, leaning over to poke at him. "Not nice at all, but that's okay. I've heard enough 'bout your couch that I'd rather the floor."

She could bring a sleeping bag!

"Then you got the ferret tryin' to wiggle under the covers with you," Reno laughed. "An' buryin' Rude's shoes in there, too. Can't really win, yo."

Ino bubbled a laugh. "Maybe I'll spend the weekend out explorin' instead."

Reno smirked, at that, though there was something in it that was almost strained.

"I'll make you a map, yo. Check out this place, with the flowers, an' that place, with the overpass I blew up. Avoid these spots here, 'cause the Mako radiation will kill you and that'd suck..."

"That would suck," she said, leaning back. "Guess that means I gotta stick 'round with you."

Even if she really did want to just go wandering.

"Rough life," Reno snorted, and then downed another swig from his bottle. "Me or Rude or whoever. You're mostly safe if you pay attention to the signs the WRO's got up around Midgar, though. We buried an' burned enough dumbfucks, we don't want more people stumblin' back with blue eyes an' then fallin' into comas they ain't gonna wake up from."

Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

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