Freelance Police HQ, Sunday
Okay, so more of Reno than just his hair and his tattoos happened to be red, today. He'd grown up under a sheet of freakin' metal, so he couldn't be expected to know about things like, oh, sunscreen. And he was a redhead, so he burned just that much easier.
But he was cool with that. He was a Turk. Turks were good with pain. They tended to feel it seriously and often when they were on the job.
But there was a significant difference between feeling the sting of a sunburn, and being laughed at by a goldfish and the guy who lived tied up in the closet.
Showing up to work late was better than never, and Reno had the sneaking suspicion that his employers wouldn't even notice. Pending he could get Vice President Spatula and Leonard to pipe down.
But he was cool with that. He was a Turk. Turks were good with pain. They tended to feel it seriously and often when they were on the job.
But there was a significant difference between feeling the sting of a sunburn, and being laughed at by a goldfish and the guy who lived tied up in the closet.
Showing up to work late was better than never, and Reno had the sneaking suspicion that his employers wouldn't even notice. Pending he could get Vice President Spatula and Leonard to pipe down.