FFVII- Predictable
Title: Predictable
Fandom: FF VII
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rude, Reno, Elena (mentions of Tseng)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Word Count: 990
Summary: Sometimes Reno was too predictable for his own good.
Sometimes Reno was too predictable for his own good. Any time that they all went out together after work if he got to choose where they went it was inevitably at some bar, usually a very low scale one where the drinks were crappy but cheap and the girls were even cheaper. It stopped surprising any of them quite early on but at the same time it became quite frustrating that they always had to do the same exact thing every single time he got to choose. That was probably why Tseng had stopped letting Reno decide all that often exactly what it was they were going to do. But, of course, he couldn’t stop him from choosing forever. If he tried to do that all it would accomplish would be to make Reno complain like a baby and no one really wanted to listen to that. So, once again, Reno managed to worm his way into picking where they went. And, as usual, they ended up at a dive bar.
Rude himself never cared too much about where they ended up going as long as he didn’t have to carry Reno home because he was fall down drunk again. Unfortunately that happened way too often for Rude's taste but there was nothing that could be done about it. Reno didn’t understand the term 'in moderation'. He was the kind of access when it came to drinking, never knowing when to call it quits, preferring to get to the point where he was about ready to puke his guts out he was so drunk and his taller friend had to drag him home and put him into bed- which actually just meant Rude would toss him onto the bed and leave him there, not bothering to make sure he was comfortable or anything because by that time he didn’t care. Not in the slightest.
Elena on the other hand loathed the places they ended up having to go to. she would sit there and nurse the same drink for hours- sometimes she'd have a second but it was very rare- and would just crinkle her nose up every single time one of the women would walk by and Reno would hit on her. She'd look over at Reno like she thought he had lost his mind, like she couldn’t believe that he would actually hit on those women. But Rude would just smile behind his class every time Elena did that. Because it didn’t surprise him at all that Reno would hit on that kind of a woman. A woman was a woman. And these women were much easier which meant that he didn’t have to work as hard to get their attention, to try to get them into his bed. And that was all that Reno cared about. He just liked to go to these bars to pick up women to sleep with.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise Rude in the slightest when Reno gets up from the table and heads over to a group of women sitting together, a smirk on his face, glass in hand and winks at his co-workers as he moves. It actually doesn’t come close to surprising him. It just makes him smirk, makes him laugh a little bit, a barely audible sound. And he just shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink.
"Why does he do that? Every single time we go out he goes over to the most pathetic, needy group of girls and flirts with them like mad," Elena complains, crinkling her nose up as she looks at the scene in front of her. If you didn’t know her well then you might think she was jealous but everyone knows that it isn’t Reno that gets Elena all hot and bothered. It's Tseng. Not that their boss lets on that even he knows it, too. He's quite good at hiding it.
"Because Reno doesn’t think with his brain," Rude reminds her evenly. "He thinks with his dick." It isn’t unless he's been drinking that he would actually use that term but it’s the best way to describe what Reno uses to think with. Sometimes he thinks with his head, when they're on missions, but the second that the mission is over the brain turns off and he turns to thinking with his dick. He can be quite predictable at times.
Elena makes a face like she just smelled something that truly disgusts her and clears her throat a bit, lowering her glass down to the table and swirling the contents around a bit, the ice cubes clinking against the sides, turning her head slightly so she can look over at Reno, flirting insanely with the women at the table. "He's so….confident," she marvels though Rude can't tell if she's in awe or impressed or disgusted by it. It could be any of the above. Or could be all three.
"He's not confident," Rude argues, smiling a little bit, watching her from behind his dark glasses. "He's arrogant. He's always been arrogant." If he honestly didn’t think that he was going to get lucky then he doubts that he would bother. But he's positive that he will, so positive that nothing can hold him back. And sometimes women fall for his cocky attitude, playing the ultimate Casanova, luring women into bed with him and then ditching them before the sun comes up. Some women go to bed with him expecting it; some women expect more and end up disappointed.
Elena rolls her eyes like she thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and perhaps she's right. But routine is routine and they've gotten theirs down quite well.
An hour later Rude looks over at the table. Reno is gone and so are the ladies.
He figures, quite contently, that tonight will be one night that he doesn’t have to carry Reno home drunk.
It’s a good night.
Fandom: FF VII
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rude, Reno, Elena (mentions of Tseng)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Word Count: 990
Summary: Sometimes Reno was too predictable for his own good.
Sometimes Reno was too predictable for his own good. Any time that they all went out together after work if he got to choose where they went it was inevitably at some bar, usually a very low scale one where the drinks were crappy but cheap and the girls were even cheaper. It stopped surprising any of them quite early on but at the same time it became quite frustrating that they always had to do the same exact thing every single time he got to choose. That was probably why Tseng had stopped letting Reno decide all that often exactly what it was they were going to do. But, of course, he couldn’t stop him from choosing forever. If he tried to do that all it would accomplish would be to make Reno complain like a baby and no one really wanted to listen to that. So, once again, Reno managed to worm his way into picking where they went. And, as usual, they ended up at a dive bar.
Rude himself never cared too much about where they ended up going as long as he didn’t have to carry Reno home because he was fall down drunk again. Unfortunately that happened way too often for Rude's taste but there was nothing that could be done about it. Reno didn’t understand the term 'in moderation'. He was the kind of access when it came to drinking, never knowing when to call it quits, preferring to get to the point where he was about ready to puke his guts out he was so drunk and his taller friend had to drag him home and put him into bed- which actually just meant Rude would toss him onto the bed and leave him there, not bothering to make sure he was comfortable or anything because by that time he didn’t care. Not in the slightest.
Elena on the other hand loathed the places they ended up having to go to. she would sit there and nurse the same drink for hours- sometimes she'd have a second but it was very rare- and would just crinkle her nose up every single time one of the women would walk by and Reno would hit on her. She'd look over at Reno like she thought he had lost his mind, like she couldn’t believe that he would actually hit on those women. But Rude would just smile behind his class every time Elena did that. Because it didn’t surprise him at all that Reno would hit on that kind of a woman. A woman was a woman. And these women were much easier which meant that he didn’t have to work as hard to get their attention, to try to get them into his bed. And that was all that Reno cared about. He just liked to go to these bars to pick up women to sleep with.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise Rude in the slightest when Reno gets up from the table and heads over to a group of women sitting together, a smirk on his face, glass in hand and winks at his co-workers as he moves. It actually doesn’t come close to surprising him. It just makes him smirk, makes him laugh a little bit, a barely audible sound. And he just shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink.
"Why does he do that? Every single time we go out he goes over to the most pathetic, needy group of girls and flirts with them like mad," Elena complains, crinkling her nose up as she looks at the scene in front of her. If you didn’t know her well then you might think she was jealous but everyone knows that it isn’t Reno that gets Elena all hot and bothered. It's Tseng. Not that their boss lets on that even he knows it, too. He's quite good at hiding it.
"Because Reno doesn’t think with his brain," Rude reminds her evenly. "He thinks with his dick." It isn’t unless he's been drinking that he would actually use that term but it’s the best way to describe what Reno uses to think with. Sometimes he thinks with his head, when they're on missions, but the second that the mission is over the brain turns off and he turns to thinking with his dick. He can be quite predictable at times.
Elena makes a face like she just smelled something that truly disgusts her and clears her throat a bit, lowering her glass down to the table and swirling the contents around a bit, the ice cubes clinking against the sides, turning her head slightly so she can look over at Reno, flirting insanely with the women at the table. "He's so….confident," she marvels though Rude can't tell if she's in awe or impressed or disgusted by it. It could be any of the above. Or could be all three.
"He's not confident," Rude argues, smiling a little bit, watching her from behind his dark glasses. "He's arrogant. He's always been arrogant." If he honestly didn’t think that he was going to get lucky then he doubts that he would bother. But he's positive that he will, so positive that nothing can hold him back. And sometimes women fall for his cocky attitude, playing the ultimate Casanova, luring women into bed with him and then ditching them before the sun comes up. Some women go to bed with him expecting it; some women expect more and end up disappointed.
Elena rolls her eyes like she thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and perhaps she's right. But routine is routine and they've gotten theirs down quite well.
An hour later Rude looks over at the table. Reno is gone and so are the ladies.
He figures, quite contently, that tonight will be one night that he doesn’t have to carry Reno home drunk.
It’s a good night.