Payback is a bitch

[baldblackbadass]

What: Rude pays Reno back in spades
Who: Rude and Reno
When: Whenever the slop rolls out of bed
Where:  Rude's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed To: Reno only.

It had taken no less than three days since Rude had returned to design, construct and install a security system worthy of Fort Knox in his apartment.  After all, it wouldn’t do to rush out too

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[flashy_bastard]

Within thirty minutes Rude had satisfaction as a loud banging errupted from his door. Over it could be heard Reno's screaming. "Open up, you fucking asshole!!" More abuse of the door. "Don't make be break in...again!! Cause I will!! What the FUCK did you do to the engine of my car!! I know you're in there!! OPEN THE FUCK UP!!" The last was followed by a series of incoherent screams interspersed with swearwords and punctuated by heavy kicks to the door. When it finally ceased there was a few moments of silence before a small scratching,scraping....picking...sound began.

[baldblackbadass]

(OOC: Done with permission

[flashy_bastard]

When Reno finally began to stir back into wakefullness some time later he was startled to find his cheek partially stuck in a pool of his own spit. It wasn't unusual, but it was unexpected. He bolted upright violently, felt his legs go out from under him, the world tip sideways, and he was down again. However, from this vantage point on the floor he was staring right at...No. It couldn't be. The bastard wouldn't have. Was that his engine?!

He blinked a few times trying to shake the last strands of chemically induced sleep from his brain. "What the fuck?" Looking around he recognized the place he had broken into all to recently.

"RUDE!" He screamed from the floor. Motor skills were coming back far to slowly for his liking. "What the hell did you do to me?!!"

[baldblackbadass]

Rude entered the living and dining area holding a plate of bacon, and a pile of small soufflés, all golden brown and lightly steaming a savory scent into the air. "Oh, hi. So good to see you awake. Just in time for breakfast." He set the plates gently down on his mahogany dinner table, and wiped his hands on the spare dishtowel thrown over his shoulder. "As for what I did to you, you just tried to break into my apartment. My security system appears to be working magnificently. I took the liberty of installing it after I was robbed while I was away."

Rude made no mention of the engine that lay rather clearly in the middle of Rude's floor, in place of his coffee table. He'd even taken a spare piece of glass and balanced it in such a way that a terrifically healthy orchid now called the mechanized table home. "You take your coffee black, right?"