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Reno has no wingman and must adjust his usual nightly activities. Elena should make a decent enough substitute? At least he can probe her for information bout her affair with Rufus Shinra...

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"What d'you mean you're busy," a redheaded Turk shouted into the receiver of his PHS. "Rude, you're my wingman. How hell am I supposed to go out without a wingman?" There was only one soft word spoken in response to Reno's outburst. That word was followed by a soft click. Reno threw his PHS at the wall cursing. He had wanted to go out and have some fun, but he always wanted a wing man, someone who he could pass off the not-so-attractive girls on. Rude was perfect for that job. The bald man was not talkative and not receptive to much; he was the easiest way to get rid of a girl that Reno did not want to deal with. Now, he would be on his own. Reno was no stranger to striking it out alone, he just preferred the bald man's company when he was in the mood to talk. Women never really listened to him, Rude at least looked like he was listening at times.

"Damn it all," Reno huffed slumping in his office chair and digging around a bottom drawer for a bottle of rum. Before he could indulge in his first swig the door of his office swung open and a blue suited blond waltzed in. Elena was not Reno's favorite, but she could be fun to tease. He often used her as the butt end of his jokes when he needed to blow off some steam.

"What are you doing tonight Laney," he asked before she could speak. No doubt she had come to pass on some message from Rufus or Tseng, a message that Reno did not want to hear.

"I... um.. I have a message from Rufus for you," she said ignoring his question.

"Forget it for the time being. I don't want to hear what you and your man have been saying about me," he responded waving his hand. Elena blushed a deep crimson. She thought that she and Rufus had kept their affair secret, but apparently it was just office gossip. "You work for an organization that has spying as one of it's focuses, how did you expect to get away with it?" he laughed.

"It's just... just not your business," she stammered out.

"Lane, what are you doing tonight," Reno asked again rolling his eyes and taking a rather large swig of rum.

"Catching up on paperwork," she answered still scarlet in the face.

"Boring, come out and have a drink with me." Reno leaned back in his chair smiling. If he could not have Rude for company, Elena was just going to have to take his place. Maybe teasing her for a night would be more fun then getting laid. He doubted it, but it was worth a try.

"Isn't that Rude's job," she asked a little apprehensive about his motives.

"Apparently he's busy," Reno said shrugging and bringing the bottle to his lips.

"Huh?"

"I know it's weird but I doubt he's going to give any details. Hell, if we get bored at the bar then we can go find him," the red head suggested.

"I don't-"

"Shut up Elena and get your purse," he said cutting her off. Maybe inviting Elena was not a good idea, but it was too late to change his mind now.

"So tell me about the president's son," Reno asked passing a drink over to a rather nervous Elena. He had dragged her to one of his favorite bars below the plate. From her reaction, Reno could tell that Elena rarely left the ritzy upper plates of Midgar. She had been born there and would likely die there, only going to the slums below on an assignment. Her uncomfortable posture and the way she continually scanned the room amused him.

"Shut up Reno," she growled taking a sip of the drink that Reno had put in front of her face. Instantly, her lips turned down in a deep frown. "This is way too strong," she said wrinkling her nose.

"They don't have fruity drinks with umbrellas in the down here princess," he commented taking a large gulp of his own drink. "Now come on, Laney how long have you two been sleeping together," he pried.

"Shouldn't you already know that. I mean you're my boss and you're supposed to be better than me," she snorted trying another sip of her drink. Elena was not a champion drinker, but she was not a light weight anymore. Drinking with Reno and Rude had pushed her tolerance through the roof. After job drinks were not simply one or two beers, they tended to be a drink until you pass out event. Elena had been on the short end of all their jokes after vomiting and passing out hours before her teammates did. Eventually she was able to hold her own, though she was no where near Reno's level of alcoholism.

"I do, I just want to know if I can trust you," he said smirking at her. His green eyes twinkled with mischief in the dim light of the bar.

"Almost 8 months now," she admitted looking down at her drink. At first her affair with Rufus had started out as something fun. Rufus had made it clear that it was never to become more than just sex. Elena suspected that that plan had failed she started sleeping over with Rufus at one of his secret apartments. A few times he had even come to stay with her at hers. They each had a change of clothes at the other's place. It was getting out of hand and, after almost a year, Elena was still unsure about their "relationship." She thought that she loved him, but lately she had been getting a little bored.

"Damn that's a long time," Reno said whistling. "I was going to guess three months max." Elena scowled at the red head. He had tricked her into giving more information than he had, it had not been difficult because she trusted him. That trust was now gone, Reno would have to work harder for information.

"Eight months," Reno thought to himself, still surprised. He doubted he had ever had a "relationship" with a woman for more than two consecutive nights. Commitment was not in Reno's vocabulary, he was not frightened by it, he just thought it was a pointless idea. Death was a large possibility of his job and daily life; he did not want to go only having slept with a couple of people. "If you can't be famous, be infamous," had been his motto for years and Reno certainly was infamous for a number of things.

"So how's the homelife?" was Reno's next question. He grinned innocently, well as innocently as could, at the blond Turk across from him. She had returned with the second round. When she heard his question her face turned bright red, blush creeping up to her ears and down to her neck. Reno's grin morphed into a knowing smirk after a few moments of silence and he started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" demanded the blond.

"HA! He's terrible isn't he," Reno laughed loudly, slapping the table and drawing looks from others. Elena hung her head, blushing from head to toe. She hated that Reno had been able to read the stony silence that she had given him for a response.

"Th... Tha...Tha...That's none of your business Reno!" she stammered still refusing to look into his green eyes with her own.

"Poor Laney," he mocked. Elena could say nothing else so she was left taking gulps of her drink to try and drown out Reno's laughter. When she and Rufus had first started their affair it had been fun, spontaneous, and a little dangerous. The thought that she could be fired for sleeping with the man she was supposed to be protecting kept some spice in their arrangement. Now, it was dull and boring. Rufus was proficient but she was a Turk. She thrived on being in dangerous situations, being a simple girlfriend was not enough for her.

"What the hell am I doing Reno," she finally said at length. She had almost finished the drink she had in her hand. "I'm a Turk, I'm supposed to be protecting his life."

"Yes, but you are a Turk and we've a certain reputation to uphold Laney," he said shaking his head at her. Apparently Reno had read her mind and knew what she meant when she said that she was a Turk. "We tend to run by our own rules and live for danger. You're sick of the same ol' stuff."

"I'm not like you Reno," Elena hissed. She would never be like Reno, a different person every night, it was just ridiculous. She actually began to wonder just who Reno planned on picking up tonight. There were only a few other women in the bar and they were not his type. Elena was the best looking one. That made her wonder just why no other guys had approached her tonight. Reno probably had some kind of sick reputation in this dive that had gained him the respect of most of the people in it. Again she wondered why he liked this place so much.

"You'd have more fun if you were," he said smirking at her again. "You want my advice?"

"No." She had been quick to respond, but she could not imagine that anything Reno had to say would be helpful in her situation. Taking the last swallow of her drink she banged the glass down on the table and smiled. She was certainly a little tipsy at this point. What was in those strong tasting drinks anyways? Reno left to buy the next round, he wanted Elena to get good and drunk so he could probe her for more information.

"Well, you're getting it whether you want it or not," he said upon his return. Elena just shook her head at her red headed boss. "You need to find someone else for tonight at least. Iron out all the bumps with someone who isn't going to want a relationship."

"You volunteering," she asked, teasing.

"I'm your boss Laney," Reno muttered, sounding more formal than he ever had in her time of working for him. He was hiding something, Reno was never that proper with anyone.

"It was your idea," she said giggling. Reno could not help but to smile at the now bubbly blond. The booze definitely getting to her system. Tipsy or drunk Elena was Reno's favorite person though it was rare that she came out to play anymore.

"Look Lane, you're not dating the guy. I mean it's not like you have a change of clothes over at his place or something," Reno said. He was about to continue when he saw Elena hang her head a little bit. So she and Rufus were serious, well, as serious as the two could get while having a secret relationship. "Elena! You naughty girl you," he teased. "Shame on you for keeping such secrets from your friends."

"Don't say a word or else!" she snapped, glaring at her boss.

"Come on Laney, you know you can't beat me. I'm better at revenge, pranks, and fighting."

"I'm serious Reno, I know of a few people that would help me out. There's an army of women that would like to chop of your little friend," she snarled across the table. There was no joking in her voice and Reno knew that there really was an army of women who would like nothing more than to cause him immense pain.

"Okay, okay, my lips are sealed," he promised. "But you do need to get some spice back over there." Reno shrugged and finished the contents of his glass. Tonight was shaping up to be an odd night. On a normal night you could not pay Reno to sit around and listen to the relationship problems of others and give advice. Now, he had given up his womanizing and was helping Elena. His advice was a little odd and not conducive to a healthy relationship, but it made sense.

"What should I do then," she pleaded.

"Finish your drink," he commanded rising to get refills. Reno took his time getting the drinks, taking a few extra shots on the side just for kicks. When he returned to the table he and Elena were sharing. His blond co-worker was staring off into space, her tongue playing lightly around the rim of her empty glass. Reno doubted that she knew what she was doing, but it was definitely alluring.

"Dammit Reno, focus, it's Elena." His brain was screaming at him. How could he be having unsavory thoughts about Elena of all people.

"You gonna keep starin' at me or give me that drink," she said while grinning. She had been thinking about Rufus and how she should just march over to his in town apartment, break in, and ravage him. It was an exciting idea, but she doubted that he was there. He never used that apartment, only when she was staying with him.

"Calm down you drunk," Reno joked while handing her the drink. He was going to let her finish that one and then cut her off. Meanwhile he snuck back off to to the bar to take a few more shots, trying to chase away the image of Elena licking the rim of her glass. She was not bad looking, hell, she was even pretty hot. If they were not co-workers then he probably would have hit on her years ago, but you don't sleep with your co-workers. There was no official rule against it, it was just frowned upon. After his seventh shot he returned to the table.

"Where were you?" demanded a definitely drunk Elena. Reno simply smiled at her. "Oh probably hitting on some girl, like you always are."

"No, no, I'm not always hitting on some girl... sometimes they hit on me." The red head gave her an award winning smile. "Anyway, tonight is about you."

"It is?" she asked, looking down and blushing.

"Awe, you're blushing for me," Reno cooed puffing his chest out with false pride. "Laney I never knew you felt this way about me?"

"Reno!" she half shouted, half snorted. Her giggled drifted across the table to his ears. The alcohol was finally starting to hit Reno and he found himself laughing with Elena.

"I mean all you had to do was ask Laney, I would have indulged," he leaned in and whispered in her ear. Flirting was hobby, so why deny himself everything about his usual routine.

"I don't think you're exciting enough," she commented. "I mean you follow the same routine. Go to a bar, pick up the first woman you see, take her back to your slovenly place, and you know the rest."

"WHAT?" Reno snapped. He never thought of himself as boring and he gave those women the best nights of their lives. It was actually rare that he took them back to his place; it was either her place or wherever else he found. Reno was anything but boring.

"Come on Reno," Elena teased, "You have your typical, predictable moves."

"If they're as predictable as you claim how come the get everything I want," he demanded scowling. He ruffled his red hair and tugged a little at his ponytail.

"I don't know," she mumbled. Elena was not a good liar, her only downfall as a Turk. Again she was staring down at her drink and blushing. Reno was enjoying this game. He was actually trying to get her to blush now, he was starting to love the pink tint of her usually pale cheeks.

"Come on Laney! I promise whatever happens tonight is strictly between us." Elena's boss winked at her, his mako enhanced green eyes sparkling with devious innocence. 'Whatever happens' what did he think was going to happen. Reno was certainly attractive, but she was practically dating Rufus.

"Practically and actually are two different things though. I wonder if he only sleeps me?" Elena's drunken mind was in a tizy. She was confused as to what she and Rufus actually had. Did he keep a change of clothes in her apartment because it was convenient or because he liked sleeping over there with her.

"LAST CALL," the rough voice of the bar tendered shouted. People began shuffling out of the bar a few rushed to buy their last drinks. On of those rushing to buy a few more drinks was Reno. His face was flushed by the time he returned to Elena, drinking fast had it's benefits.

Last call, but their night is far from over.

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