"'Nother round, man?"
"As long as you're paying"
"Pfft, stingy bald bastard…Oi! OI! Tavern wench!"
"She's taking an order right now, Reno, she'll get to us when she can. Be patient"
"Dunwanna be patient. I want alcohol, now"
Rude sighed, rubbing the skin between his eyes tiredly and glancing over at Reno.
The redhead was drunk, but not trashed.
If he could convince the lanky Turk to leave soon there still might be some hope in their sex life tonight.
That was a very big if.
Reno was sloppy and lazy when he under the influence of most substances, and it made fucking less interesting, for lack of a better word.
Maybe that waitress would take too long and Reno would get bored…
But speak of the devil, she was walking over now, and the thin man was practically on his toes with orders.
"I need another whiskey sour for mahself, make that two… And a beer. Whatcha want Rude?"
Considering he was the one driving, the bald man politely declined any of the stronger stuff:
"Just one beer please"
Of course his version of politeness left the bar waitress grimacing, and was that a glint of fear in her eye?
Rude could be intimidating, even if he didn't want to.
"Ya just scared her off, what the fuck yo?"
The smaller of the two paused to light a cigarette, exhaling through his nose.
He looked like a dragon, the mess of red hair coupled with the jets of smoke twirling lazily out of both nostrils.
"She'll probably spit in my drink, man" The former slum rat drawled this out with a shrug and an air of indifference.
They both knew he'd drink it anyways, he'd seen worse things that saliva in a drink.
"Were Turks" The bald headed man reminded, and Reno let out a snort of laughter.
Oh yeah, they were Turks. The dirty little messengers and killers of ShinRA . No one would mess with them, let along spit in a good cup of whiskey, for fear of a gunshot to the head.
And the green eyed man had almost forgotten.
"True" he responded through another mouthful of smoke, twitching his fingers every now and then.
Reno never could keep still.
There was a small bout of silence; Rude staring at across the room at nothing in particular and Reno finishing his cigarette and lighting another.
Surprisingly, the man with the sunglasses broke the quiet moment.
"I'm going to say this while you're still sober enough to remember; if you vomit anywhere that's not the toilet tonight or tomorrow morning, you can sleep at headquarters for a week"
Rude huffed under his breath, glaring at the redhead from behind his sunglasses, last time Reno had gone on a drunken escapade alone, he had staggered into the living room of their shared apartment at three thirty in the morning, and just puked:
Front and center of Rude, who had been watching an old western movie on the couch.
Needless to say it wasn't going to be tolerated again.
The lanky man began to laugh at his comment, that slightly hysterical, mad cackle Reno had, that spoke of too many years doing what it is they did for living.
"C'mon man, that was 'cause I mixed those pain pills I got from medical and then went drinkin', ya know I aint such a lush normally"
Rude started rubbing the skin between his eyes again as the waitress arrived with their drinks.