raspberryturk: (Wild Thing)
Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2010-02-10 07:17 pm

The Seventh Heaven Bar, Edge, Wednesday Night

Admittedly, a Wednesday night was a pretty shitty night to go to any bar that didn't actually have something going on. And, in a place like Edge, it wasn't just Wednesday nights that were like that, even at the most popular stop for alcoholic swill in town. It wasn't as though people were going to get together and sing karaoke. Name that tune was pretty much a thing of the past, too. Trivia night? Not so much. But if you got Cid Highwind drunk enough, he'd tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Word to the wise: Don't get Cid Highwind drunk enough to tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Fortunately, Reno didn't come to the bar unprepared. He was a Turk. He came prepared for anything, thank you very much. There was a stun baton hidden up his sleeve, extra money for booze tucked away in one pocket, and a deck of cards in one hand. Tifa even tolerated his presence here because he was more or less good business, and he tended to handle her cutting him off when she'd decided that he'd had enough with... minimal leering. Which made him significantly less obnoxious than some of the folks that stopped in for drinks.

And anyhow, kicking the asses of the bar's other regulars at poker? Totally made hitting this place up on his evening off worth any unpleasant aftertaste that his allotted few servings of Corel Ale left behind.

Hey, it wasn't Reno's fault that Barrett was shit at calling bluffs.

[Open for anyone who might want to give Reno a phone call, or what-have-you. He'll probably gloat at you relentlessly, just to rile up the big guy some more.]

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
And that was Reno's phone, ringing. From a bored rookie who was sick of staring at paperwork for one night.

Although, she had to admit, his handwriting was much better. Amazing what a little lesbian porn could do.

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your favorite?" Elena laughed. "I'm flattered. I figured you have a web of hot girls that all send you pornography."

Sure, he could order it, but maybe having hot girls actually mail it to him was an added thrill. Also, you know, she was paying for it, so.

"You know, reports go so much faster when you use actual words, and not just scrawls and dashes? It's unreal."

Not that she'd increased her weekly turnout any. Tseng would have gotten suspicious, and besides, she liked her free time.
Edited 2010-02-10 23:41 (UTC)

[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not really sure how to upgrade from that," Elena admitted with a laugh. "Hookers? Maybe I draw smiley faces on my tits and take pictures."

Okay, so she was bored.
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[identity profile] findingelena.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You could call it 'Faces of Tseng,'" Elena giggled. "Your first masterpiece, I mean. Just a huge mosaic of Tseng giving you the deathglare, over and over again. And then right in the middle, a random picture of your ballsack."
withoutverona: (Greetings from Verona)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2010-02-10 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ring, Ring, Ring

Romeo didn't even have a special reason to call Reno -- it had just been a few weeks and felt like time to check in.
withoutverona: (laughing)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2010-02-10 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Reno," Romeo crowed, sounding pleased with himself. "Would you be my valentine?"

... he didn't know.
withoutverona: (from a distance)

[personal profile] withoutverona 2010-02-10 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well," Romeo asked as if deep in thought, "what would you give me in exchange? I don't give chocolate to just anyone."

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intraspective: (phoning)

[personal profile] intraspective 2010-02-11 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Bored bored bored and with a list of questions that was nearly an entire notebook worth by now.

Of course she was going to resort to seeing if he was anywhere she could pry things out of him.

Come on, geez.

Oh lookit! His phone was ringing!
intraspective: (mischief managed!)

[personal profile] intraspective 2010-02-11 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Entertain me?" Ino asked wheedlingly. "I'm bored and there's snow outside."

A beat.

"Hiii."
intraspective: (OMG!)

[personal profile] intraspective 2010-02-11 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, totally new. Like blue sky in Fandom new.

Uh.

Ino blinked at her phone. "...how is someone who is dead still alive?" Walking around? "Um."

"Grope him!" Way too cheerful at that, really.

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[identity profile] bitch-prince.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
And hello, Reno's phone ringing. Again.

[identity profile] bitch-prince.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Reno," Arthur greeted, jovially. "How are things?" He'd been in the 21st century for too long. Somewhere, Uther was cringing.

[identity profile] bitch-prince.livejournal.com 2010-02-12 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, people and their gambling. "Sounds like your world is on a swing up," Arthur said, infusing his voice with some dry humor and something upbeat at the same time. Hush.