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raspberryturk) wrote2009-08-14 10:22 am
raspberryturk) wrote2009-08-14 10:22 am
Edge, Friday Afternoon
"Yo, boss. Shirt didn't fit right this morning, so I had to undo a few more buttons'n usual, zoto."
Why yes, Reno had decided to come in to work today, in spite of the fact that he could have been in bed, enjoying the fact that he was the hottest lesbian on Gaia for the day. Some opportunities, after all, were not to be missed.
He leaned over Tseng's desk, grinning. A lot. If he leaned any more deeply, he'd fall out.
"Got any jobs for me, boss?"
Reno derived some sort of personal victory out of the fact that it took Tseng a full ten seconds to come up with a reply. A reply which was something of an uncomfortable grunt as the Director slid a few dossiers toward the redhead. Waking up with breasts was no excuse for not getting the job done, after all.
Reno was just fine with that. A negotiation mission, trying to get some hungry locals with guns and materia who were holed up around one of the WRO food banks to surrender?
Today was the day Reno of the Turks would finally get to test to see exactly how far flashing a nice pair of boobs could get him in this world.
[NFB for distance, as usual. Mostly establishy, as I'll be heading out in four hours for the weekend to a land of no phone, no lights, no motorcar, not a single luxury. But open for phone calls if you reallyreally want to and you happen to be around.]
Why yes, Reno had decided to come in to work today, in spite of the fact that he could have been in bed, enjoying the fact that he was the hottest lesbian on Gaia for the day. Some opportunities, after all, were not to be missed.
He leaned over Tseng's desk, grinning. A lot. If he leaned any more deeply, he'd fall out.
"Got any jobs for me, boss?"
Reno derived some sort of personal victory out of the fact that it took Tseng a full ten seconds to come up with a reply. A reply which was something of an uncomfortable grunt as the Director slid a few dossiers toward the redhead. Waking up with breasts was no excuse for not getting the job done, after all.
Reno was just fine with that. A negotiation mission, trying to get some hungry locals with guns and materia who were holed up around one of the WRO food banks to surrender?
Today was the day Reno of the Turks would finally get to test to see exactly how far flashing a nice pair of boobs could get him in this world.
[NFB for distance, as usual. Mostly establishy, as I'll be heading out in four hours for the weekend to a land of no phone, no lights, no motorcar, not a single luxury. But open for phone calls if you reallyreally want to and you happen to be around.]
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Elena was bored, Elena was horny, and Elena was dog-sitting on an island filled with tits. The latter was only unfortunate if you weren't wired to enjoy tits, and, sadly, she wasn't.
This also made her the only Turk not to have nailed Scarlet. Though, to be fair, she would have done that had Scarlet been interested in girls, her own sexuality be damned. She'd heard you got a decent raise for that.
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Reno had wanted to beat shit up, too.
So he only sounded a little disappointed as he answered the phone, shouldering the rifle that he'd snatched from one of the men.
"Hottest lesbian chick on The Planet, yo. Savin' the world, one titty-shake at a time."
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"I could swear I told you I wanted pictures if you ever woke up with a dick, zoto. What, you figured it didn't work the other way too, Rookie?"
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Pause. Frown. "That's probably happened. Did it suck?"
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There were some things that you could just share with the Rookie, okay?
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"Was it weird?" she asked. "Beyond the obvious. You think I should just go with it?"
She'd kissed girls before, but that was usually to score free drinks at a bar.
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That wasn't to say he enjoyed the other stuff less, of course.
But, come on. Lesbians!
"You might enjoy it, yo."
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Edge didn't lend itself easily to names, the way the slums had. It would require some creativity on their parts. Assuming the guys weren't dead.
"Did Tseng appreciate your tits?"
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He'd already tried to take it all off in front of Rude, but Rude didn't have any problems with punching a lady if that lady just so happened to still be Reno.
Go figure.
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"How tempted?" she asked, and if he couldn't hear that she was up to something -- scratch that, he was a Turk. "I mean. I have 50 gil right here that says Tseng needs a strip-tease."
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What? Why not?
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"Seventy-five if and only if he has to throw you out of his office himself," she decided. "Physically, I mean. If he gets Rude to drag you out, it's fifty. For seventy-five, he needs to be putting his actual hands on you, and trying desperately not to touch your tits."
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Cocky? Yes.
But he was also hot, thank you very much.
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She was damn well going to get her money's worth, if the rates kept jumping.
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Other than that, the terms and conditions seemed just fine, to Reno!
Oh, he was going to be in so much shit.
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See? And she had thought today wasn't going to be any fun.