Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself

[mydarknation]

Who: Rufus, with phonecalls to at least Scarlet, probably Reeve
When: Day 46, evening
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Done for the day, Rufus curls up with a bottle of whiskey and a cell phone.
Note: Working assumption that he is back from his visit with Red by evening and that he obtained Cosmo Canyon whiskey while he was

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[animus_inspire]

...or I'll break your arms.

No matter how much Reeve wanted to ignore the situation he found himself in -45 minutes of yet more flaunting, pouting and sick twisted Scarlet behaviour- it was genuinely hard when the work was there, laid out in front of him. Strange. He was Commissioner now, not just an engineer, not head of Urban Development... yet still every single scratch of graphite on paper sucked him back in.

Things designed to kill he did not gladly pore over, but, after coordinating publicity campaigns and the requisite, but tough, humanitarian responses for disasters and tragedies done the only way possible - an effective shut down of Reeve Tuesti, the man - the logistics and calculations, the absolutes of the physical attributes of matter that in this bedlam actually made some damn sense to him, was quite irresistible. Besides that he, rather... the WRO, had made it quite clear to the witch that defensive weaponry was the order of the day.

Regardless she, the buxom blonde of hate, turned her back to him after her cell had rung. He ignored her for a time; red straps passing over shoulder blades no match for the criss cross of etched out lines. A few scribbles later in the margin and Reeve had to admit to being a little impressed, though he kept it neatly hidden... even adding his own annotation; scrawled angles next to languid arcs.

Little shudders and wincing at the pet names however could not be helped. Unfortunately for Reeve, though he perhaps knew better, Scarlet calling anyone darling was enough to set his teeth on edge, his toes curling and the hairs on the back of his neck standing up on end... and entirely not in a good way either. Really.

And, like a chocobo to greens, Reeve fell neatly into Scarlet's expectations as a sneer hijacked his frown at her following words. In fact a snort of annoyance might even have been issued. Unyielding? With that bad thoughts were starting to form in the Commissioner's mind, shunted quickly aside only to hear Scarlet croon more to this random piece of fluff on the other end of the phone.

...Poor bastard.