[backlog] And the winner is...
Who: Reno and Laylee
What: Win-a-Date
Where: Golden Saucer. Because all terrible dates happen there.
When: before the missions.
Rating: pg13. It's Reno. And Laylee.
Reno sighed, leaning back against the wall and fiddling with the end of his hair over his shoulder. Apparently he and the one scientist were supposed to go on a date. Some fiasco with a fundraiser that had really gotten out of hand and this was one of the results.
He wasn't going to complain about a day off, sure he'd rather go make a run to Junon or something but a date to Golden Saucer wasn't going to be that terrible. Besides, if he remembered correctly this Laylee woman wasn't half bad looking. He'd even gone and changed out of his uniform for it, instead wearing one of his grandmother's infamous oversized sweaters (this one a blue-gray and falling off of a shoulder.) and a pair of decidedly normal jeans. He still wore his boots however, and a weapon or two hidden on his person. He wasn't going to be caught somewhere without a weapon of some sort.
"You almost ready?" he called, leaving off the twiddling to cross his arms over his chest.
What: Win-a-Date
Where: Golden Saucer. Because all terrible dates happen there.
When: before the missions.
Rating: pg13. It's Reno. And Laylee.
Reno sighed, leaning back against the wall and fiddling with the end of his hair over his shoulder. Apparently he and the one scientist were supposed to go on a date. Some fiasco with a fundraiser that had really gotten out of hand and this was one of the results.
He wasn't going to complain about a day off, sure he'd rather go make a run to Junon or something but a date to Golden Saucer wasn't going to be that terrible. Besides, if he remembered correctly this Laylee woman wasn't half bad looking. He'd even gone and changed out of his uniform for it, instead wearing one of his grandmother's infamous oversized sweaters (this one a blue-gray and falling off of a shoulder.) and a pair of decidedly normal jeans. He still wore his boots however, and a weapon or two hidden on his person. He wasn't going to be caught somewhere without a weapon of some sort.
"You almost ready?" he called, leaving off the twiddling to cross his arms over his chest.