Hello and welcome to my Reno drabbles. Well, the first one that is, heh. Please comment and leave constructive critism or simply let me know you read it.


Reno shifted his weight in the chair, tapping his slender fingers against the table idly. He raised a cigarette to his lips with his other hand, the burning end sending wisps of white smoke into the dark room and made small designs. It was the only beauty in the entire place, the only fleeting illusion of art but even it was tainted by it's source. Reno was much like this smoke, he was beautiful to look at with his devious crystal blue eyes and that alluring smile that drew you in close and tantalized. But he only remained for so long, as the smoke must thin out into nothing and disappear, Reno did the same.

Taking another long exhale and creating a cloud of smoke, his eyes scanned the room. A few poor so-and-so's were sitting at the bar, drinking away a bad bet or perhaps something worse. Another lonely looking bunch were huddled in one corner, playing a lifeless game of cards with what little dough they had and with little small talk. Not very exciting, he had to admit, but maybe the evening crowd would arrive soon.

Yes, he thought as he held the cigarette between his fingers, maybe then it wouldn't be so damn depressing in here. Reno hated being depressed, he'd done enough of that as a kid and now he'd sworn it off for good. Life was a party for the redhead, every night a new woman and everyday a new adventure. He didn't need anyone but himself, he wasn't lonely. Loneliness, hah. Who needed it? Certainly not the redhead.

Even when he came home to a dark, rat infested apartment with no one to cook for him or to greet him.. A frown came to his face, for a short instant and then flickered away to a side smirk as a group of loose looking woman came in through the door. They were followed by several men, who Reno recognized as the evening crowd. "Bout damn time," he said to himself and stood up to stride over to the bar and strike up conversation, already picking out which girls he found to his liking and deciding to buy them drinks. No, it would be foolish to say that Reno was lonely, as he put on his most charming smile and his smoothest tone of voice, which made the woman give flirtatious laughs at all his jokes and press themselves close to him. How could he be lonely with two woman on his arms and three more sitting in close proximity? When there was loud music blasting and lively conversation?

He was perfectly happy and not lonely at all, as he sat back at the table with the girls surrounding him. One lit a new cigarette for him and placed it to his lips while the other ran her fingertips over the exposed parts of his chest that peeked from under his shirt, he gave a devious smile as he pulled it away and breathed out the tainted smoke. Afterwards, he whispered something to one of them and then to the other, afterwards they both exchanged glances and gave one another equally devious smirks. Then and there, he had just secured his activity for the night. It was almost too easy, really. Though, and Reno had only thought about it once, why were these women so easy? He knew not all women were, certainly but it always seemed that the woman who came into this place were looking for only one thing. Though, wasn't he looking for the same?

But now was not the time for that, as time passed and he walked with two girls on each arm through the dark streets, impressively holding down his ale. Yes, this was the life. No commitments, no drama, no responsibilities.