Like a trail of bread crumbs... -Closed/In Progress-

[suits_me]

WHO: The Turks - you know who you are!
WHAT: Elena lures company with the promise of snacks and beer.
WHERE: Elena's apartment.
WHEN: Early evening.

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[stray_redbird]

Surprisingly enough, Reno wasn't as terribly late as he could have been. It was ten minutes or so after Rude arrived at the redhead showed up to Elena's apartment, though he hesitated at the end of the hallway and peered down it to see if Signora Double D's or anyone similar was waiting to ambush him before approaching to knock. But, although late, he was never one to miss a party. Especially not one with the Turks.

The redhead was vibrant and restless with energy when let inside, a little excited-- almost childishly so-- to be seeing everyone in one place again. He hadn't even been about to let Tseng escape-- though if asked a week ago, he'd have gladly avoided their now-leader-- and of course, Rude was nagged into going.

Reno himself would cap the arriving ceremonies off, arriving in his usual t-shirt and loose jeans, and perhaps more amazingly of all, his wild hair not in one tail, but two. Pigtails, low on either side of his head-- a gift for Elena, since they were going to be the pretend-land mothers of children named after ice cream. And, under one eye, a beauty of a bruise was evidence of what it had taken for Reno and Rude to smooth things out between them.

"So, you showed after all," he greeted their leader first, his voice never quite losing its wryness with Tseng. "Thought you might try and skip." But even with the mocking voice, Reno quirked a cheeky grin as a sign of goodwill before practically bounding over to his other companions. Both received an affectionate "hey, baby," with a lick on the head for Rude and playful kiss on the cheek for Elena.