#05 - Reno
Title: Hands Off
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Rude, Reno, Tifa, mention of Kerri
Prompt: #005 - Fear
Word Count: 326
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No one puts their hands on Tifa.
“Fuck, man, I hope this asshole come in soon,” Reno said to Rude. “Kerri wants to get laid tonight, yo,” he continued, remembering how she had surreptitiously squeezed his package when she had kissed him goodbye.
Rude nodded toward the door. “There he is now,” the big man said. The two Turks watched as the guy made his way to the bar and gave Tifa his order. As soon as she brought it to him, he reached out and grabbed her breast. Rude stood up. “That's it.” He made his way to the bar, followed by Reno.
As soon as he reached the guy, Rude grabbed him and spun him around. Pulling him close by the front of his t-shirt, Rude said, “You need to find another establishment to patronize. This bar, along with its owner, is under Turk protection.” Rude released him and shoved him backwards, while the man stared at him as if he didn't understand.
Reno laughed, stepping around Rude to get in the other guy's face. “My buddy here, he's smart, likes to read a lot, yo. So he tends to use big words. I don't do that. So I'll translate for him.” Reno jerked his thumb toward Tifa and said, “Yeah, she's got a great rack. Hell, my own woman don't have a rack like that.” The redhead leaned down until his face was only inches away from the other man's. “But when you thought you could touch her just because she's got big boobs, you fucked up. She tells us you've been in here again, no one will ever find any piece of you. Got it?”
The man's eyes widened in fear and understanding; he turned and nearly broke his leg getting out of Tifa's place. Reno put his hands in his pocket and turned to Rude. “See, Rude? You just gotta speak their language. Now if you don't need me anymore, I'm going home to my own woman.”
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Rude, Reno, Tifa, mention of Kerri
Prompt: #005 - Fear
Word Count: 326
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No one puts their hands on Tifa.
“Fuck, man, I hope this asshole come in soon,” Reno said to Rude. “Kerri wants to get laid tonight, yo,” he continued, remembering how she had surreptitiously squeezed his package when she had kissed him goodbye.
Rude nodded toward the door. “There he is now,” the big man said. The two Turks watched as the guy made his way to the bar and gave Tifa his order. As soon as she brought it to him, he reached out and grabbed her breast. Rude stood up. “That's it.” He made his way to the bar, followed by Reno.
As soon as he reached the guy, Rude grabbed him and spun him around. Pulling him close by the front of his t-shirt, Rude said, “You need to find another establishment to patronize. This bar, along with its owner, is under Turk protection.” Rude released him and shoved him backwards, while the man stared at him as if he didn't understand.
Reno laughed, stepping around Rude to get in the other guy's face. “My buddy here, he's smart, likes to read a lot, yo. So he tends to use big words. I don't do that. So I'll translate for him.” Reno jerked his thumb toward Tifa and said, “Yeah, she's got a great rack. Hell, my own woman don't have a rack like that.” The redhead leaned down until his face was only inches away from the other man's. “But when you thought you could touch her just because she's got big boobs, you fucked up. She tells us you've been in here again, no one will ever find any piece of you. Got it?”
The man's eyes widened in fear and understanding; he turned and nearly broke his leg getting out of Tifa's place. Reno put his hands in his pocket and turned to Rude. “See, Rude? You just gotta speak their language. Now if you don't need me anymore, I'm going home to my own woman.”