Reno of the Turks (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-02 11:46 am
raspberryturk) wrote2009-07-02 11:46 am
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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Afternoon
Too much drinking. Toooo much drinking, and fretting, and getting the rookie in trouble. And nothing in the world made a guy feel like cleaning his mouth out with sandpaper than a night that started with Corel ale, and then headed into rum and ice-cream territory. And really, it was a wonder that Reno had managed to drag his sorry ass back home last night in the first place.
Eventually, it would occur to him that there were only so many places that Rude could have swiped that rum from, and he'd be suitably cranky about it. But for now he'd just content himself with ooozing over the edge of the lumpy couch, scraping the taste from his tongue with his teeth, and then fumbling about for his jacket, which had been ringing off and on for the past two hours.
Well, not his jacket. The phone in his jacket pocket. He didn't want to answer it. That ringtone was his boss, and he didn't have to be in until later, and Tseng could just go and kiss his own--
"Yo?"
"Reno." Oh, Reno knew that tone already, and was already wondering if he could get away with hanging up and insisting up and down that his battery had died. Tseng was not a happy man, by any stretch of the imagination. "Are you aware of the current situation regarding Elena?"
It wasn't a question. It was phrased like one, sure, but Reno knew better than to think that Tseng was asking him anything. Tseng phoned Reno when he knew damn well what he was going to say. And then Reno snarked right along with it, in the sort of counterpoint that usually ended in him pulling overtime with a salary cut.
Really, it was one of Reno's favorite hobbies. Between this and seeing exactly how long it took for him to get himself slapped by hot chicks in front of their boyfriends at the local drinking holes? Reno probably needed to find some better ways to pass his spare time.
"Aware, as in, aware, or aware as in you're gonna tell me what you want already, Boss?"
"She walked out last night."
... Huh. This straightforward stuff wasn't exactly how Reno had expected the verbal tapdance to go. Tseng liked his roundabouts and his figure-it-out-for-yourselfs, typically.
"An' you want me to do what about that, Boss?"
"She informed me shortly before doing so that you had been drinking with her. What can you tell me about that?"
"We were checkin' out Tifa's tits."
"Reno."
"And talkin' about gettin' Rude laid, yo."
"Reno." Reno could practically hear Tseng pinching the bridge of his nose and counting to ten in his head, in that statement.
"An' then talkin' about how she'd rather screw you than watch Tifa an' Cloud go at it like moogles in heat, yo."
Silence. Dead. Silence. The sort of silence that meant that there was something lurking in wait just around the corner, and it was going to jump out and tear at Reno's jugular at any given moment. Reno was insane. He liked these silences. It gave him an opportunity to figure out exactly how to parry whatever the hell was coming next.
"I should ask, then," Tseng finally said, his words even and calculated and practically dripping venom, "why it was that I wasn't made aware of Elena's affections sooner."
Again, not a question.
Again, Reno should have known better than to open his mouth.
"Well, Boss," he said, cooly, in that sort of tone that implied that he really did have better things to do, and if Tseng didn't mind, perhaps he could consider letting him hang up sometime soon, "I kinda figured that any competent Turk would be able to tell when the Rookie was trippin' over herself because of a crush, yo."
More silence. This wasn't the 'lurking in wait' silence. This was the 'Tseng is probably counting his bullets and calculating all of Reno's available escape routes' silence.
"Where is Elena now? There was no answer at her apartment."
"Oh, she left already. Figured she'd get one good day livin' it up around Gaia before takin' off for a while."
"Taking off, Reno?"
"I told her about this place where she could find herself a little piece of sky, zoto. Plenty of hot ass there that ain't gonna blow her off, even."
"I see."
"I even promised not to streak at her graduation ceremony."
Silence. More silence. Reno really, really wasn't going to like what was coming next, was he?
"Take the day off, Reno." ... Well. That had been unexpected. "As we're now down one Turk, you won't be getting another one for a very, very long time."
And then the line went dead.
Daaaaamn.
[NFB for distance, as usual. Reno's open for phone calls or what-have-you. Elena's whereabouts mentioned withenabling permission from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
findingelena, and I find Tseng's temper to be entirely too much fun to play. Entirely.]
Eventually, it would occur to him that there were only so many places that Rude could have swiped that rum from, and he'd be suitably cranky about it. But for now he'd just content himself with ooozing over the edge of the lumpy couch, scraping the taste from his tongue with his teeth, and then fumbling about for his jacket, which had been ringing off and on for the past two hours.
Well, not his jacket. The phone in his jacket pocket. He didn't want to answer it. That ringtone was his boss, and he didn't have to be in until later, and Tseng could just go and kiss his own--
"Yo?"
"Reno." Oh, Reno knew that tone already, and was already wondering if he could get away with hanging up and insisting up and down that his battery had died. Tseng was not a happy man, by any stretch of the imagination. "Are you aware of the current situation regarding Elena?"
It wasn't a question. It was phrased like one, sure, but Reno knew better than to think that Tseng was asking him anything. Tseng phoned Reno when he knew damn well what he was going to say. And then Reno snarked right along with it, in the sort of counterpoint that usually ended in him pulling overtime with a salary cut.
Really, it was one of Reno's favorite hobbies. Between this and seeing exactly how long it took for him to get himself slapped by hot chicks in front of their boyfriends at the local drinking holes? Reno probably needed to find some better ways to pass his spare time.
"Aware, as in, aware, or aware as in you're gonna tell me what you want already, Boss?"
"She walked out last night."
... Huh. This straightforward stuff wasn't exactly how Reno had expected the verbal tapdance to go. Tseng liked his roundabouts and his figure-it-out-for-yourselfs, typically.
"An' you want me to do what about that, Boss?"
"She informed me shortly before doing so that you had been drinking with her. What can you tell me about that?"
"We were checkin' out Tifa's tits."
"Reno."
"And talkin' about gettin' Rude laid, yo."
"Reno." Reno could practically hear Tseng pinching the bridge of his nose and counting to ten in his head, in that statement.
"An' then talkin' about how she'd rather screw you than watch Tifa an' Cloud go at it like moogles in heat, yo."
Silence. Dead. Silence. The sort of silence that meant that there was something lurking in wait just around the corner, and it was going to jump out and tear at Reno's jugular at any given moment. Reno was insane. He liked these silences. It gave him an opportunity to figure out exactly how to parry whatever the hell was coming next.
"I should ask, then," Tseng finally said, his words even and calculated and practically dripping venom, "why it was that I wasn't made aware of Elena's affections sooner."
Again, not a question.
Again, Reno should have known better than to open his mouth.
"Well, Boss," he said, cooly, in that sort of tone that implied that he really did have better things to do, and if Tseng didn't mind, perhaps he could consider letting him hang up sometime soon, "I kinda figured that any competent Turk would be able to tell when the Rookie was trippin' over herself because of a crush, yo."
More silence. This wasn't the 'lurking in wait' silence. This was the 'Tseng is probably counting his bullets and calculating all of Reno's available escape routes' silence.
"Where is Elena now? There was no answer at her apartment."
"Oh, she left already. Figured she'd get one good day livin' it up around Gaia before takin' off for a while."
"Taking off, Reno?"
"I told her about this place where she could find herself a little piece of sky, zoto. Plenty of hot ass there that ain't gonna blow her off, even."
"I see."
"I even promised not to streak at her graduation ceremony."
Silence. More silence. Reno really, really wasn't going to like what was coming next, was he?
"Take the day off, Reno." ... Well. That had been unexpected. "As we're now down one Turk, you won't be getting another one for a very, very long time."
And then the line went dead.
Daaaaamn.
[NFB for distance, as usual. Reno's open for phone calls or what-have-you. Elena's whereabouts mentioned with
findingelena, and I find Tseng's temper to be entirely too much fun to play. Entirely.]
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She totally was.
wut trouble u up to? anything i can use to liven this place up? theyre booooring old ppl here. Karasuma-sama was only a year older than she was, but seriously. BORING. OLD. She was rather sure Miho hadn't been in a club since grade school (and that was the wrong type of club), and Amon was Amon. At least Kate and Michael were mildly-interesting.
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gettn drunk. gettn ideas. gettn the rookie fired. gettn in shit. same old
So, so not fair.
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Yes, she thought he was kidding.
drunk, however, will be after work. there is a bar across the street. HOW AWESOME IS THAT?
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Hey, she had happy. Happy was good! Reno would roll with it.
drink sum sake 4 me k?
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Yeah, like she was going to miss the shift in tone, even over text. SPY, RENO. Not stupid.
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He was really on a role when it came to responsibility lately!
she told tseng bout her crush. didnt go good. we were drunk tho so thats a excuse rite?
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A few moments later, another message. With information that was actually relevant, and all.
i dunno what she said so cant say if it was delicat or no. rookie has a big mouth so...
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A few moments later, his phone would be ringing-ringing, despite the glare she was getting from the Chief. This was more important than doing filing, dammit.
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He was pretty certain there was yelling on the way.
"Yo."
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"There was drinkin', and then the Rookie an' me got into talkin' about how she likes Tseng, and I said, 'so, tell 'im, yo.' An' she did. I wasn't there for that an' she, uh, ain't really givin' up details, but she skipped town this mornin', zoto."
Which all sounded really, really casual. Because if he didn't sound really, really casual, he'd sound really, really guilty. And that just wouldn't do. At all.
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"Two, how the hell did you let her out of town without getting the gossip?"
Yurika...did not actually 'get' rejection, no.
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For Reno, it kinda was.
"An' she was gonna start cryin' or somethin', I think. I wasn't gonna push it, yo."
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Aaaand then Reno had opened his mouth and gotten himself in deeper trouble, but nobody had to know that, really.
"He didn't know."
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Mind, she was basing this off gossip she'd gotten from, well, Reno and Rude, so it might be biased.
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Double shifts.
Owie.
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Reno would start stealing naps in weird places. Back alleys. Tifa's Bar. And so on.
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A pause.
"But I wouldn't say no, either, if you did decide that had to be done."