- Hey everyone, this was a little one shot of randomness that I wrote in 2005. I figure I'd share since I thought it was funny I forgot I even wrote this. I think I was trying to characterize Reno in the way I saw him. I don't really know, and any constructive criticism is definitely appreciated. Hell reviews are nice too.

Again, this is Reno centric and is just something I felt like sharing.

Thanks for reading! -misfire

*disclaimer* i take no rights in the squaresoft/enix characters... just my take on them. words in ' and italic are unspoken thoughts.


"Shit, shit, shit." Hearing the digital alarm shriek with determination, a large hand sneaked its way out from under the warm black sheets to smack the offending clock into submission. 'Fucking stupid thing' Spiky red hair flared out in all directions as a very groggy Reno sat up in bed.

Cursing himself repeatedly for setting the damn clock in the first place, he rubbed his sleep-encrusted eyes and yawned. Looking to his side he shuddered with the relief that he in fact was very alone in his bed. The ever disheveled Turk snorted as a painful chuckle left his scratchy throat. 'Ugh, wine and tequila wasn't a good idea.' Head pounding out each syllable in a painful rhythm, he groaned once more before flopping back under the covers.

He considered simply calling in sick, but his excuses never seemed to fly with Tseng. Turks believed that you're either dead or damn close before missing work. Rumor had it even Valentine was written up for missing a shift, and the guy was in a damn coffin for christ sake. Mind you the thought of strolling into the office even later than usual crossed his mind. Fuck, his comrades would keel over in a state of shock if he ever showed up on time, or even more absurd, early. Luckily Reno was not expendable. This he knew and used it to his full advantage, much to the chagrin of his comrades.

With the rebuilding of Midgar, or rather Edge, and atonement for their various past crimes against all of society, there wasn't much for a wise ass to do except booze it up and search for a cheap thrill. In his case it was the busty brunette and enough wine and tequila to black himself out. It would take years to wash the blood from his hands. Although, the spirits still ran freely when necessary. And after the shit day of completing six months of backed up paperwork yesterday, he took advantage.

Why do today what you can do tomorrow. At least that's his justification.

Peeking a glimmering green eye open, he chanced a look at the red digits glaring at him from the floor pointing out how dangerously late he will be if he doesn't get his lazy hungover ass moving.

"... I need a damn vacation"

Rising from the bed the lanky ginger stumbled into the bathroom for one thing, well three, but first things first. He needed painkillers, and fast. Opening his medicine cabinet he took three small pills into his mouth and swallowed them without water. Noting that he looked worse than the day he got his ass handed to him by Avalanche, he shrugged running a hand across his chin. 20 minutes later a clean, still disheveled, but much less irritable Reno made his way out of his apartment and off to work.

Whistling thoughtfully he realized that he was due payment from a recent poker game. The rookie would probably feign ignorance regarding the amount owed but he would have none of that nonsense today. Emerald eyes gleamed with mischief as smirk found a way onto his lips. Elena was done for.

Oh, it was going to be a fun day, a fun day indeed.