raspberryturk: (WTFING F)
Reno had gotten word that the Tseng from his own reality had made it to the island safe and sound. Was he going to offer the man somewhere to crash in the bachelor pad of disaster? No friggin' way. But he was going to make his way to the hotel this morning in order to pay the boss a visit. Much as he'd always been a thorn in Tseng's side... they were Turks. They'd been through hell and back together. And he was much-overdue for a good session of picking Tseng's brain about what to do with... that other problem.

So he'd talked up the concierge to see what room was booked out to a 'Tseng,' and then headed on up, giving a shave-and-a-haircut style knock on the door.

The answer was not, in fact, the traditional 'two bits,' which Reno had kind of figured.

Nah, the answer this morning was simply the door opening, and Tseng looking out at him with a raised eyebrow, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a vaguely irritated look on his far-too-young face.

Reno blinked.

From somewhere behind the Tseng in the doorway, two other vaguely irritated voices offered in unison, "Need something, Reno?"

Reno's reply, the only reply he could think of, was a rather eloquent, "Ah, fuck."

[OOC: Open for anyone who has any reason to visit a Tseng or three!]
raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Okay, so there'd been that dance last night. And there'd been training with Ghanima, and plenty of drinking, and then Fight Club, and now there was to be even more drinking. Because that was just how Reno rolled.

He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made a handwavey booze run earlier in the day, and he was now good and stocked up with everything from Absolut to the ingredients to slosh together a Flaming Zombie.

The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.

Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.

[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]
raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some handwavey messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
Grad was over! Reno was a free man! More or less!

And there was no better way to celebrate this fact than to make his way to the hotel, hit up Tseng's room, and then instigate a drinking game of booze purchased straight out of the minibar, while watching some terrible movie on pay-per-view.

One of those Keanu Reeves movies, or whatever. Keanu Reeves starring as Keanu Reeves, doing the things that Keanu Reeves does.

"Two shots if somethin' blows up," Reno announced to the Turks assembled. "Three if it's not because of Keanu, zoto."

[For, like, every Final Fantasy character on the island.]
raspberryturk: (Default)
After class, Reno headed back to his room. His nice, quiet room. To play with his ferret. Because this Parents Weekend thing was for the birds, and he didn't keep birds. Or have parents. So he figured he was pleasantly safe.

[Room thing part, totally open, la.]

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