Headed Into Town, After Host Club, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

It had been not only that kind of day, but that kind of week. Month. Something. Reno was going to have to make his supply-run into town a quick one, today, as he was fairly certain he was going to be in need of booze after the inevitable conversation with Rikku that they had arranged earlier

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[mouthy_merc]

Which made it all soooo much better for Deadpool, really.

And, oh look! A tranquilizer dart!

[raspberryturk]

Reno did look at the dart. It wasn't the nicest dart he'd ever seen. In fact, he wasn't thrilled with it at all, stuck into him as it was.

So, naturally, he removed it, and looked around for whoever the hell had shot it at him.

He was less than pleased. And also suddenly having difficulties remaining upright.

[mouthy_merc]

"Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some ti~me, Sharona?" Deadpool sang quietly, wandering over toward the kid. "Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off the li~ne Sharona."

And promptly poked him in the ribs with his foot.

[raspberryturk]

Reno was now on the ground. And much less thrilled with both the dart and the serenade than he might have been under different circumstances.

So, he made certain to voice his displeasure with a very emphatic sort of "What the-- ughn."

Tranquilizer darts sucked.