A club somewhere in DC, Sunday Night.

[dojima_hime]

It was loud, the lights were flashing, and they had managed to breeze right past the velvet rope once Dōjima had given the bouncer proper incentive.

It was perfect.

"What will you have?" she yelled over the din, winking at her accomplice.  "First round is on me."

[OOC:  NFB due to distance.  Partner-in-crime modded with permission, yo.]

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[raspberryturk]

"Paint thinner," Reno called back, grinning. Ah, lights and noise and gyrating bodies so thick you had to brush against one set of tits and ass just so that you could avoid accidentally elbowing another pair. His kind of place, really. "Probably the same for the second and third, too. Aimin' to make the gettin' there quick an' painless tonight."

The 'there', of course, being drunk enough to actually get on the floor and dance, as well. Reno was a dancer, sure. When he was a little more sloshed.

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima just laughed and shook her head at him before leaning over the bar to place their orders.

Better service was sometimes worth the price of cleavage.

"For shame," she scolded, passing him the drink. "Alcohol ought to be properly appreciated, Red. Someday, I'm going to sit you down, and make you sample something that won't rot your intestines after the first glass."

[raspberryturk]

Reno grinned that lopsided grin of his, lifting the glass in a bit of a salute before knocking it down.

"Takin' care of your guts is for people who actually care about their guts, Doji. I been through plenty of shit that was worse for me 'n doin' Everclear shots, yo."

[dojima_hime]

"Well, I'm not holding your head up while you worship the porcelain god, unless you ask very nicely," Yurika teased, toasting him with her vodka before knocking it back neatly and waving for more. "If you hurl in the limo, I'm going to be vexed."