A/N; TFLN-"Told you I was good to drive"-"Dumbass I drove...you sat in the passenger's seat and steered with a paper plate"
Something Like That
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Reno thought he was good to drive
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Pairing: None
Setting: FF7
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.
Reno forced his eyes open, feeling the uncomfortable couch beneath him, and briefly noticing the unfamiliar situation he found himself in. Well, okay, the situation was familiar; waking up on someone else's couch was normal for him, at least, when he didn't have to work the next day. He sat up, becoming adjusted to the sudden assault of daylight on his hung over eyes. He patted his pockets searching for his lighter, and cigarettes, upon finding them he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. Inhaling he glanced around, still unsure of whose home he had found himself in.
Start from the beginning. The night had started normally, in the bar with Rude, Tseng, Elena, Cissnei, they were all drinking in excess. He took a drag off the cigarette, no, that wasn't right; Tseng hadn't been drinking, had he? Reno shook his head, giving himself a headache; maybe he should list the people whose homes he hadn't yet found himself in. That was everyone but Rude, and Rude only let him in when he started shouting profanities outside of his door. He stretched, forcing himself up off the couch.
"I thought I smelled smoke," Reno turned to face his partner.
"Uh," Reno nodded slightly, motioning to the room. "Where are we?"
"Tseng's, he wants us out now."
"Did I drive?"
"…Something like that."
"I told you I was good to drive," Reno frowned, something? Was he insulting his driving?
Tseng entered the room shortly after that and shook his head. Reno was only growing more confused as the moment went on. It was Tseng's home, he drove, but he didn't even know where Tseng lived! Aside from all that how was he going to get home?
"Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passenger's seat and steered with a paper plate," Tseng waved at Reno, who then glanced to the coffee table, noticing the paper plate. He grinned.
"Something like that."
