I Saw Reno Kissing (Mrs.) Santa Claus

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Characters: Reno's bar, kissing characters, and possibly YOU
Date: During the mistletoe event
Summary: Reno thought it would be funny to trick people in her bar into standing under mistletoe, by hiding it in various places.
Warnings: None yet.

[OOC Note: All characters are welcome to visit the bar and start their own threads! Reno need not be

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open to anyone, whether you know her or not ♥

[dragoninstalled]

So, apparently the Gardens had a bar? That was news to Sol, seeing as she had somehow managed to miss its presence during her last stint in this place. She wasn't complaining, though- or, at least, not too loudly. The fact that there was a bar at all was enough to soothe her mood into something at least marginally less prickly. She enjoyed alcohol, after all, and it wasn't there was much else in particular to do. The fact that it was here even carried an added bonus of her not having to deal with a certain type of man that didn't know when to leave her well enough alone.

Still, despite the pleasant surprise of holy shit, booze, Sol was not feeling substantially more social than usual. Which, practically speaking, meant she was doing her best to stay neatly out of the way of others and enjoy her drink in peace, practically exuding an aura of brood as she did so.

Do you really want to get stuck under this mistletoe with this? No, probably not. Is it going to happen anyway? Clearly.

♥

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Of course Sol didn't notice the bar before, because then it wasn't cool and under Reno's management. Not that she's the world's best bartender. Sometimes she skips out and leaves people to fend for themselves, or doesn't open up the bar at all, but her dedication to work begins and ends with the Turks, and even then, she has her limits. Still, it's something to do in the Gardens of Boredom Punctuated by Brief Periods of Annoyance.

When Sol shows up, Reno is actually present, standing behind the bar, idly stacking glasses--not for any good reason, just to see how tall she can make a stack. She looks the newcomer over, sizing her up. This one looks like she knows what to do in a fight. She's not bad looking, either.

"Hey there, what can I get you?"

[dragoninstalled]

If Sol notices or particularly cares about Reno looking her over the way she is, she shows no sign of it. Instead, she simply strides straight toward her, leaning against the bartop on both arms as she reaches it. There's a certain nonchalance to her posture and movement that makes at least one thing clear: This one doesn't give a single fuck.

She takes only the barest moment of thought before she answers the question. "Gin."

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Reno likes a good not-fuck-giving attitude, and she smiles.

"Not a problem." It's a good thing people don't ask for mixed drinks often, because she refuses to make them--and they also have entirely different mixed drinks in her world, so she couldn't make the unfamiliar ones even if she wanted to. Well, unless she learned how, but she won't do that.

It only takes her a minute to produce the requested glass of gin. "Haven't seen you before. What's your name?"

Just for Reno~

[ritsu_kouyou]

Akiha was in a bad mood. This wasn't uncommon, but the whole mistletoe thing and what's she's had to endure so far was more than enough to put her in an even worse mood than usual. And instead of taking it out on those in her care, she decided to go to Reno's Bar and pretend she could drown her irritation in whiskey.

Unfortunately, as always, Akiha was incapable of getting drunk. So, sitting with a half empty bottle of whiskey and a glass, she proceeded to throw darts at the board. And her aim was terrible. She had no idea there was a sprig of mistletoe concealed over the dart board since no one happened to be near her when she retrieved the darts.

Three more to go...

THWACK.

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If it isn't Miss Grumpy again. But she can hold her liquor, and Reno doesn't mind irritable people. She has a lot of experience dealing with them. Irritability is better than the idiots who just accept this place or even like it, in her opinion.

"How you doing over here, champ?" Wow, Akiha is bad at that. Reno saunters over with a smirk. "You know, the point is to hit the board."

[ritsu_kouyou]

Akiha glanced over at Reno before throwing another dart. THWACK. She's clearly throwing it far too hard to have any decent aim.

"I am hitting the board." Nowhere near the bullseye, but at least she's not embedding the darts into the wood around the board.

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Reno sighs. "Yeah, it's a joke. Exaggeration. For comic effect." She shakes her head. "Here, let me show you how it's done."

Reno wouldn't have gotten to be second-in-command of the Turks if she couldn't easily hit a target with sharp things. She snatches up one of the darts, and in a quick, fluid movement, draws it back and lets go. It flies directly to the center of the board.

"See, you're supposed to get it in the middle."

Open to Sure Whatever

[notvitiligo]

"So this is the new, improved bar. And restaurant or whatever." Jessica is walking gingerly, in case someone decides to boot her for her under-18 (or 21, whichever) status.

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"Yeah, it's all new and improved. I redid the whole thing." (Not becomes someone else caused it to burn down or anything.) Reno is actually sitting on the bar at this point, smoking a cigarette. She smiles at Jessica.

"You want something?"

[notvitiligo]

Shrug. "I was mostly just curious. I guess I could get a snack or something while I'm here. Depending on what passes for payment." Jessica does not trust Reno not to go for some sort of exploitative payment system.

[tasercopter]

"Nah, you're all right. 'Sides, the only thing worth anything here is something to do." Reno is scornful of those who try to set up businesses in the Gardens and take them seriously. She can make almost anything she wants with dirt, and most people don't have anything else she might want. "It gets so fucking boring here."

She considers. "Kitty made a pie. You want some?"

[urbanwonderland]

[She felt the need for break, so Reeve has left her work table and ventured out in search of-- fresh air? Maybe? Or maybe a drink, since she's wandered near "Reno's Bar". She thinks she might as well wander in. She spots Reno at the bar and and makes her way there.]

Evening, my good-- host! Any chance of getting a beer?
Though I'm afraid I can't pay, since I gave a child my spare Gil. [Reeve chuckles. Naturally.]

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Hey, Reeve. [Reno is playing darts with herself, and Turks being Turks, all the darts she's thrown so far are clustered in the center of the dartboard.]

Wow, that's hilarious, Reeve. [She rolls her eyes.]

Sure, I got great beer. [She nods toward the bar.] Help yourself.

[urbanwonderland]

[Reeve chuckles briefly, then heads to the taps.]

Well, I was hoping for service, but I know it's not the sort you usually provide [She gives a nod to the dartboard.] so I'll help myself. Any recommendations?

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[She abandons her dart game for the time being, slinking her way after Reeve, then slipping between her and the taps before she gets there.]

I could get some beer for you, but you've got to give me something first.

What've you got?

open to all, oh boy

[persical]

Claire is in and out of the kitchen, none the wiser to Reno's little decorating spree--unfortunately. Seems like food and alcohol aren't going to be the bar's only output today.

[tasercopter]

You shouldn't have left Reno alone for so long, Claire. Reno is looking completely innocent (as innocent as Reno ever looks, that is), lounging on top of the bar, eating some of the pie Claire made earlier.

"Hey, Kitty," she says as Claire emerges from the kitchen, or at least that's what it sounds like she is probably saying around her mouthful of pie.

[persical]

Which is not innocent at all, so it's pretty hard to tell when she's actually up to something. Claire's looking around to see if there are any newcomers with orders to make when she spots Reno's undignified position. Really, how can she not.

"What kind of host are you, really?" she scolds, coming closer to try to shoo Reno off the counter.

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Reno doesn't move from her spot, just smiles as Claire comes closer.

"I'm the best kind of host. I look good, and I've got the booze." She laughs. "You look good, too. My bar's got the prettiest cook."