Okay. Reno could do this. Reno had made a decision, and he was a big boy, here. He was totally capable of telling the Boss that he was going to set forth to do one thing that was actually good for him for the first time in damn near a year, now.

Damn near? It had been a year, hadn't it? Shit, how time flew ( Read more... )

"Yo, boss. Shirt didn't fit right this morning, so I had to undo a few more buttons'n usual, zoto."

Why yes, Reno had decided to come in to work today, in spite of the fact that he could have been in bed, enjoying the fact that he was the hottest lesbian on Gaia for the day. Some opportunities, after all, were not to be missed ( Read more... )

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't ( Read more... )

Grad was over! Reno was a free man! More or lessAnd there was no better way to celebrate this fact than to make his way to the hotel, hit up Tseng's room, and then instigate a drinking game of booze purchased straight out of the minibar, while watching some terrible movie on pay-per-view ( Read more... )

Okay, so there had been a bit of drinking, last night. A little. More than a little. A fair bit. A lot.

Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choices in a completely handwavey manner involving a horrid Hawaiian shirt, even worse shorts, and one of those hideous fish-ties There just so happened ( Read more... )

There had been kids. Showing up out of the blue, being bloody adorable at them with introductions and some more over breakfast. There'd been worry about two of them taking off to feed ducks, and more worry that morning about what would happen to one of them when he went back home ( Read more... )

Reno had managed to survive the first half of the day, and there was still more left to go. He might have actually been humming to himself a little as he pulled on his paintball gear- it didn't hurt to get ready in advance, not when you were planning on going out and shooting at people- and the song that he was humming might have sounded ( Read more... )

( Monday Afternoon )

Okay. So it had taken Reno more than ten minutes to pack, this morning. It wasn't entirely his fault that his bottle of whiskey had rolled under his bed. It just meant that instead of meeting Rude at nine, he was meeting him at about twenty after.

Nothing his BFF wasn't used to by now, he was sure.

( Sure he was. )