raspberryturk | Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening

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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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"What," Romeo asked, looking at the wall over Rikku's head, "do you think happens after we die?"

Rikku considered for a long moment. "I don't know," she said, quite honestly. "I wish I did. I wish I could believe in something. I don't know if I do. I don't really think people see the dead in Guadosalam, but I hope it brings them peace. And if the Farplane's really where we go, then there's something beautiful out there, waiting, but ... there's no saying that we do. Maybe Tidus was only there because he was different from us, to start."

She hesitated before adding, "When I die, if I'm not on Spira, ask Yunie to Send me. She'll know what it means. Our dead ... if they don't let go, they can turn into monsters, and I don't ever want that."

"I don't think we need to worry about that," Yurika said firmly. "There will be no monsters on my watch."

"My tuuuuurn," she caroled, determined to bring it some of the fun back into the party. "Dare please!"

Edited 2009-06-29 01:37 (UTC)

Reno had been drinking. It was important to note that Reno had been drinking as he came up with this dare, really.

"You wearin' panties?"

What?

"Reno!" she shrieked, reaching over to smack his head. "YES. GOD. What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

"Don't answer that."

Reno was going to behave! Kinda behave. Maybe. A little.

He was going to not answer that, anyhow.

"Okay. Your dare? Is to take that skirt of yours off an' wear it on your head," he said. And yes, he was fully aware that he was a brat.

There was another smack upside his head, by the other blonde. The one who was going to facepalm and down some more of her drink.

"I can't take you anywhere," she sighed.

"You can, it just requires a leash and gag in the not-dirty way," Yurika answered, already reaching around to unzip her skirt and start shimmying out of it. "Pour me a drink, Red. I demand recompense."

"Consider it poured," Reno laughed, reaching for a bottle of whatever was nearest and simply uncapping it.

See? Totally counted as poured.

"Alright then! Somebody dare me, yo."

See? Right back to the easy stuff with him.

Romeo reached out a finger to stroke up Dojima's leg. "I dare you," he said, "to stand on a chair and sing at the top of your lungs."

"That the best you got?" Reno laughed as he pulled himself to his feet, making his way over to grab the chair that was parked at the little desk across the room. He didn't even hesitate, really. He was already up and standing on it... somewhat precariously. He was drunk, after all.

"Anybody got any requests?"

"Take your shirt off!" Rikku crowed, waving her bottle of vodka.

Look, he didn't say they had to be musical requests.

"Just my shirt?"

Hey, at least she'd given him some idea as to what to sing, here. He was already pulling at the few buttons on his shirt that he'd ever bothered to do up as he started humming the opening bars of You Can Leave Your Hat On.

"Baby take off your coat, real slow..."

Oh, he was so doing just that.

Romeo whistled through his fingers. Or he tried to; it was hard to do while you were laughing this hard.

Yurika shifted into Romeo's touch even as she hooted and clapped for Reno. "Take it off! Take it off!"

Gil didn't work as well for this, which was why Rikku was glad she still had some of this world's paper money. She whooped before holding out a few dollar bills.

"Shake it, baby!" she yelled, gesturing for him to come closer.

There was snickering on this end of the room that implied that maybe someone hadn't quite fallen asleep on them or anything. "Charming, Reno!"

Oh, they were just encouraging him, now.

And that could never end well. Honestly.

Reno offered the small crowd a wink and then blew a kiss to the room as a whole while he soldiered bravely and drunkenly on.

"Take off your shoes, I'll take off your shoes... Baby take off your dress, yes, yes, yes!"

The jacket that he'd just peeled off was now being swung about in wide circles while Reno swayed his hips. As you do.

Edited 2009-06-29 13:02 (UTC)

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