raspberryturk: (So.)
Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2008-02-17 03:30 pm

Headed Into Town, After Host Club, Sunday

It had been not only that kind of day, but that kind of week. Month. Something. Reno was going to have to make his supply-run into town a quick one, today, as he was fairly certain he was going to be in need of booze after the inevitable conversation with Rikku that they had arranged earlier.

The sober conversation. Where she met him in his room and they figured out what the hell kind of crack they were both on, and then she would leave and he'd binge on whatever the hell the flavor of the day was after his liquor run. He had a little time before that.

He was stalling.

[NFB! For one person in particular.]

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-02-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Which made it all soooo much better for Deadpool, really.

And, oh look! A tranquilizer dart!

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-02-17 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some ti~me, Sharona?" Deadpool sang quietly, wandering over toward the kid. "Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the li~ne Sharona."

And promptly poked him in the ribs with his foot.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2008-02-17 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch~" He needed an iPod or something for this.

Snagging Reno by the back of his jacket to lift him up. "Scrawny wibble brat."