Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-02-17 03:30 pm
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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.]
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.]
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And, oh look! A tranquilizer dart!
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So, naturally, he removed it, and looked around for whoever the hell had shot it at him.
He was less than pleased. And also suddenly having difficulties remaining upright.
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And promptly poked him in the ribs with his foot.
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So, he made certain to voice his displeasure with a very emphatic sort of "What the-- ughn."
Tranquilizer darts sucked.
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Snagging Reno by the back of his jacket to lift him up. "Scrawny wibble brat."
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Now, naturally, was as good a time as any to take a nap.
Damn.