I do not own any characters in this story, do not assume I do. All characters are a licensed product of SquareEnix. Any relation to a person living or dead is purely coincidental and frankly, somewhat disturbing.
If you guys like it let me know and I will continue with it.
The timeframe of this story is roughly six years after Advent Children, The starting location is at Reno's favriot pub.
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"Shho I wazhall like 'nah yoou're mom'sh cool' then paushed for a shek and I yells 'whash am I shaying' and charged the esh o bee!" Slurred a very, very, hammered Reno who was downing his
twelfth alchoholic beverage. Reno was about 29, tall, lanky, and had red hair, and this isn't carrot red either, this was the actual color red. He was the type of guy who had a happy go lucky attitude
coupled withthe ability to never know when to stop talking. The bartender, Sam, was shaking his head amusedly, "Reno, every week you come in here, get hammered to high hell, and tell us about the
same story about Kadaj, Azul, and whatever the hell that third guy's name was, and Marlene, you just keep rambling on about- howdy miss, how may I help ya?" Reno turned around and saw Marlene,
tall and skinny with curves that would make Aphrodite envious, even though she was only about sixteen. She brushed her dark brownish black hair out of her face exposing her beautiful brown
eyes. "Hey Sam, i'll have the usual," Marlene said in a sweet voice, "and another round for Reno here." Sam nodded and replied, "One hot sake bomb and yet another mazel tov cocktail." Marlene
cocked an eyebrow, "Mazel tov cocktail?" she asked. Reno straightend himself and quickly popped a "sober pill" into his mouth. A sober pill increases cognitive function, lessening the effects of alcohol
on whoever ingests it in seconds. "A mazel tov cocktail is a mix of vodka, sake, israeli liqour, and a splash of fruit juice, something you shouldn't concern yourself with, it's something you wouldn't be
able to handle." Reno replied smoothly, a smirk crossing his face. The reason he was able to speak in coherent sentences is because of the sober pill, and the fact he had some practice with speaking
while wasted. Sam returned with the drinks and put them down on the counter. Before Reno could react Marlene had downed both their drinks in seconds, and placed money on the table. "C'mon i'll
take you home." Marlene said while leading him out the door. When they got outside Marlene led him to a black motercycle and handed him a helmet. It was at this point Reno noticed what she was
wearing a full body, tight, leather biker suit. Reno whistled and put on the helmet, "You gonna stare at my ass or are you going to get on?" asked Marlene smartly. Reno took the hint and got on,
and they sped off. "Uh, Marlene, my place is the other way." Reno yelled to be heard over the sound of the engine. "We're not going to your place," responded Marlene, "we're going to mine."
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