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[ WHO ] : Rubi Malone (whiskeykillshot) and Reno (untucking)
[ WHERE ]: Third floor and Apartment 302.
[ WHEN ]: After waking up in her own room with only one revolver and no booze, Rubi goes scavenging for her remaining belongings as well as hopefully some alcohol. Lulz insues.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Potential violence and Rubi/Reno's badmouthing.
[ NOTES ]: Let the

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Reno's cursing was like music to Malone's ears. However, the brief flash of smugness was instantly cut off after she was disarmed. And bingo, bango, boom, insert two more underhanded blows on top of that.

Ignoring the warm trickle of blood flowing from a split lip, Rubi dropped into a low crouch, dug her heels into the battered carpet, and took the Turk down with a shoulder in the gut like a battering ram. Letting the redhead take the brunt of their weight upon hitting the floor, she hastily straddled his chest and got a fistful of his collar while her free hand came back to her shoulder and curled into an even tighter fist, her knuckles a stark white.
The grin on her face as she stared down at him was positively demonic.

It wouldn't matter if he still had his bat-taser-thingamajig or not. She was going to rip him a new one either way. Although Rubi was by no means a specialist in hand-to-hand if she was unarmed, she did know enough to fight dirty when she got the chance and not to leave herself open... most of the time. Sometimes it was hard to remember to play defensively when one was used to being on the offensive.

The fist hovering at her shoulder came down like a sledgehammer with prejudice in short, brutal strikes characteristic of those used to dealing with games in the street or the mob. Which, of course, she was. Plus it was simply returning the favor for the punch in the teeth. But with interest. Wasn't she the generous one?

The Fixer paused to wipe her bloody lip with the back of a hand, breathing hard. Reno's EMR had left her ribs sore and tingling unpleasantly; she didn't think such a dinky little toy would've inflicted even that much damage. Apparently it lasted as an irritant instead of making a one-hit debut.

Jesus Christ. She didn't get paid enough for this shit. No drinks to soothe her temper made Rubi a cranky girl.

"You giving in, or am I going to have to fucking snap you in half?"

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Unfortunately for him, Reno didn't even have time to think in the split second between punching her in the mouth and being tackled to the floor. He hit ground hard; Shiva, this woman weighed a ton, although the redhead strongly suspected that it was all muscle. Another strike against him. Sure, Reno was agile and springy and unbelievably fast, but he admitted himself that he was slightly ... lacking ... when it came to physical strength. Hell, there was a reason why he left all the grunt work to Rude!

"Fuck. You."

He ground his teeth as Rubi hammered away at the space around his head - good thing he zapped her twice, otherwise those punches might actually be landing. Wind and warmth whistled past his cheeks; if he could just wear her out enough to flip her off his chest, then he could knock her around a bit himself ...

But then his world when white, then black, then settled on red, and his nose exploded in mind-bending pain.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, time out, you insane bitch," he snarled, as bubbling blood gushed from his nose, over his lips, and down to soak into his collar. Reno reached blindly for his EMR only to have them close around nothing; frustrated, he spat out a mouthful of blood before gritting his teeth and heaving the slightly shaky woman off him. Quickly, he forced her onto her front and pulled her arms high around her back into a taut pin, one knee grinding hard against the base of her spine as he held her against the floor.

Fuck. He wasn't even getting paid for this shit.

His own red haze melted away as suddenly as it had arrived, leaving an annoyed, confused, thoroughly fed-up little Turk sitting there in it’s wake. Reno popped her on the back of the had once more for good measure before crawling off her and lurching across the room to nurse his bloody nose: it wasn't broken, but it hurt like a motherfucker. He picked up his EMR on the way;

"Don't you fuckin' come near me, or I'll fry your crazy ass," he hissed, cranking the setting up so high that the baton hummed and crackled with electric energy. Sitting slumped against a worn looking dresser, Reno stretched his legs out in front of him and tipped his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. This day just went from bad to worse.