ScaRR, Clara-- if you're reading this, I just have to say that , by your wonderful Reno/Yuffie (Reffie) fics, I've been influenced to try my hand at them. In other words, I'm saying that this trash is the fault of the you two! >_<; And, Auto, thanks for your help and support while I was writing this! ^.^
Gloomy Days to Lightsome Frays
- Drunken Encounters -
"... Yeah. I know..."
"No, Rude, you don't understand-- It's over."
"... I know, Reno."
"Gah..." Reno let out an overly dramatic sigh as he stared into the foaming amber liquid, feigning interest as it swirled with the slight movement of his wrist. Such a small thing can have so much power... kinda like us. Hastily, he downed the drink and glared at the emptied glass with longing eyes. .. But then it just flits right by, as though it never existed...
Letting out another mournful groan, the disconsolate man lay his head down to nestle itself in his crossed arms on the bar. "Rude." His voice was muffled in the folds of his jacket, and he received no reply. He lifted his head and blinked from the brightness of the overhead light. "Rude," he spoke, louder, and gestured for the bartender to get him another beverage.
The larger man beside him turned, hard liquor in hand, to look at Reno. "... What?"
"I... I don't feel too good..."
"No shit, Reno. You've been chugging that piss-colored liquid all night."
"No, Rude... I mean, I don't feel good."
Rude stared at him from behind his sunglasses for a while, while Reno, eyes bloodshot, sagging, and tired, merely stared back. At last, Rude broke the silence. "Reno, I've already explained... Quit drinking that shit and you'll be fine."
At this, Reno slammed his forehead onto the bar. With his head still in contact with the wooden surface, through clenched teeth, he said, "Rude, you don't get it. With ShinRa gone, what the hell're we supposed to do?!" His order came, and after taking a cautious sip, he soon went full-force and began guzzling the rest down.
Without any thought to his response, his companion answered. "Get a job," he simply replied.
Having almost coughed up his drink, the redheaded man gingerly wiped the alcohol that dribbled down his chin with the sleeve of his jacket, mouth slowly curving into a grin. He chuckled, or, to be more accurate, 'giggled', and Rude immediately recognized it as the 'Uh-oh, Reno's Plastered" laugh. He turned back to his liquor and mentally told him self to get the hell out of the bar before Reno did something "Reno-like", or stupid, in other words.
"Heh, heh... Hey, Rude, that was pretty smart! ... Maybe I should get a new job, huh? I mean, with my agility, major hotness, charm, and, uh..." Reno stopped to ponder, eyes focused on the ceiling in wonder. He snapped his fingers in triumph. ".. Oh, yeah! -- And intelligence, I can't go wrong!"
Rude snorted in ridicule, and spun to look at his friend-- but he wasn't seated on the stool beside him anymore. After a closer inspection of the bar, he found his fiery-headed friend.
Reno, drunk, was stumbling and swaying every which way in the direction of the bar's center. Though intoxicated, he managed to climb onto a table, surprisingly enough.
"Ow! Dumbass, watch what you're doin'!" an occupant hollered at the rampaging drunk.
"Sorry," Reno apologized, grinning sheepishly as his foot kicked over a pitcher of beer.
Victim of the collapsed alcohol, a large, menacing man arose from his perch and snarled at Reno, but cowered after catching sight of the electro-mag rod that was sheathed in Reno's belt.
Once the slight ruckus was in hand and he'd meticulously dusted his wrinkled blue suit, Reno cleared his throat and began his declaration from atop the table. He had not noticed that his comrade, Rude, head down, had quietly slipped out the exit.
"As you all probably know by now," he announced with a huge, enebriated grin, "ShinRa, Incorporated is no longer in existence." The occupants of the bar all fixed their eyes on him, most out of annoyance, a select few out of interest. "All you slum scum're just jumpin' for joy now, aren't you?" he continued, his smirk transformed into a sneer while waving his arms dramatically. A handful of the spectators angrily hurled empty beer cans and the like at the intoxicated Turk, most of the drunkenly thrown aluminum projectiles missing completely, or a couple of which hitting their mark and bouncing off of Reno.
"Ow..." an irritated Reno whined, rubbing an indentation on his forehead. He waved his hands, a gesture for the onlookers to settle down. "I have something much more important to announce, and-- Hey, how you doin'?" He paused as his womanizing half decided to get in on the action. Breaking his speech to take heed of a passing waitress, he winked, at which she batted her eyelashes and simpered seductively at him. There was a thick silence in the room as Reno, with a satisfied look on his visage, turned to watch the woman retreat.
The bartender coughed.
"Oh.. Oh, yeah.. Ahem.. I'd like to announce that..." His daze severed, he lifted his chin, appearing to be the arrogant bastard he is, and continued, clearly defining each word. "... I am going to become an infamous stri-"
"No one gives a damn about ShinRa or your morally retarded self in this bar, Reno."
Huh? His speech was abruptly cut off by a voice from across the room. And it was a female voice. And it was hot... or at least it was in his intoxicated state. Reaching the conclusion that philandering had better outcomes than telling a room of strangers his life plans, he hopped off the table, intent on finding the owner of that voice...
... But lost his footing, despite the stickiness of the ground, and fell flat on his butt. Cursing the grimy bar floor, the slickness of his shoe soles, even the boniness of his posterior and everything in between, he rubbed his smarting rear as though trying to comfort it, severely aggravated.
Giggling of the 'mystery girl' could be heard , and Reno was just ready to launch into a nice, long stream of cursing when, suddenly, in place of the giddy laughing, yelling could be heard.
Heh, heh... She sounds funny.. Wonder what she's saying..?, he tipsily pondered from his perch on the floor.
"Geeeeet.... theeee.... heeeell.... ooooout... of... theeee... WAAAAAY," the girl was saying-- or at least that's how Reno heard it.
He grinned stupidly at her and scratched his head.
"Reno, you dumbass, TURN AROUND," she hollered.
Huh? ... Oh... "OH," he yelped, and spun just in time to see the angry, beer-soaked occupant from before wielding a glass bottle, its bottom falling in a blur as it drove straight for his head.
Author's Note: ... No, this is not meant to be a cliffhanger. x.X; This just seemed to be the best place to end a chapter, so don't be expecting action in the following chapters! Oh, by the way, please review. ^.^;
Gloomy Days to Lightsome Frays
- Drunken Encounters -
"... Yeah. I know..."
"No, Rude, you don't understand-- It's over."
"... I know, Reno."
"Gah..." Reno let out an overly dramatic sigh as he stared into the foaming amber liquid, feigning interest as it swirled with the slight movement of his wrist. Such a small thing can have so much power... kinda like us. Hastily, he downed the drink and glared at the emptied glass with longing eyes. .. But then it just flits right by, as though it never existed...
Letting out another mournful groan, the disconsolate man lay his head down to nestle itself in his crossed arms on the bar. "Rude." His voice was muffled in the folds of his jacket, and he received no reply. He lifted his head and blinked from the brightness of the overhead light. "Rude," he spoke, louder, and gestured for the bartender to get him another beverage.
The larger man beside him turned, hard liquor in hand, to look at Reno. "... What?"
"I... I don't feel too good..."
"No shit, Reno. You've been chugging that piss-colored liquid all night."
"No, Rude... I mean, I don't feel good."
Rude stared at him from behind his sunglasses for a while, while Reno, eyes bloodshot, sagging, and tired, merely stared back. At last, Rude broke the silence. "Reno, I've already explained... Quit drinking that shit and you'll be fine."
At this, Reno slammed his forehead onto the bar. With his head still in contact with the wooden surface, through clenched teeth, he said, "Rude, you don't get it. With ShinRa gone, what the hell're we supposed to do?!" His order came, and after taking a cautious sip, he soon went full-force and began guzzling the rest down.
Without any thought to his response, his companion answered. "Get a job," he simply replied.
Having almost coughed up his drink, the redheaded man gingerly wiped the alcohol that dribbled down his chin with the sleeve of his jacket, mouth slowly curving into a grin. He chuckled, or, to be more accurate, 'giggled', and Rude immediately recognized it as the 'Uh-oh, Reno's Plastered" laugh. He turned back to his liquor and mentally told him self to get the hell out of the bar before Reno did something "Reno-like", or stupid, in other words.
"Heh, heh... Hey, Rude, that was pretty smart! ... Maybe I should get a new job, huh? I mean, with my agility, major hotness, charm, and, uh..." Reno stopped to ponder, eyes focused on the ceiling in wonder. He snapped his fingers in triumph. ".. Oh, yeah! -- And intelligence, I can't go wrong!"
Rude snorted in ridicule, and spun to look at his friend-- but he wasn't seated on the stool beside him anymore. After a closer inspection of the bar, he found his fiery-headed friend.
Reno, drunk, was stumbling and swaying every which way in the direction of the bar's center. Though intoxicated, he managed to climb onto a table, surprisingly enough.
"Ow! Dumbass, watch what you're doin'!" an occupant hollered at the rampaging drunk.
"Sorry," Reno apologized, grinning sheepishly as his foot kicked over a pitcher of beer.
Victim of the collapsed alcohol, a large, menacing man arose from his perch and snarled at Reno, but cowered after catching sight of the electro-mag rod that was sheathed in Reno's belt.
Once the slight ruckus was in hand and he'd meticulously dusted his wrinkled blue suit, Reno cleared his throat and began his declaration from atop the table. He had not noticed that his comrade, Rude, head down, had quietly slipped out the exit.
"As you all probably know by now," he announced with a huge, enebriated grin, "ShinRa, Incorporated is no longer in existence." The occupants of the bar all fixed their eyes on him, most out of annoyance, a select few out of interest. "All you slum scum're just jumpin' for joy now, aren't you?" he continued, his smirk transformed into a sneer while waving his arms dramatically. A handful of the spectators angrily hurled empty beer cans and the like at the intoxicated Turk, most of the drunkenly thrown aluminum projectiles missing completely, or a couple of which hitting their mark and bouncing off of Reno.
"Ow..." an irritated Reno whined, rubbing an indentation on his forehead. He waved his hands, a gesture for the onlookers to settle down. "I have something much more important to announce, and-- Hey, how you doin'?" He paused as his womanizing half decided to get in on the action. Breaking his speech to take heed of a passing waitress, he winked, at which she batted her eyelashes and simpered seductively at him. There was a thick silence in the room as Reno, with a satisfied look on his visage, turned to watch the woman retreat.
The bartender coughed.
"Oh.. Oh, yeah.. Ahem.. I'd like to announce that..." His daze severed, he lifted his chin, appearing to be the arrogant bastard he is, and continued, clearly defining each word. "... I am going to become an infamous stri-"
"No one gives a damn about ShinRa or your morally retarded self in this bar, Reno."
Huh? His speech was abruptly cut off by a voice from across the room. And it was a female voice. And it was hot... or at least it was in his intoxicated state. Reaching the conclusion that philandering had better outcomes than telling a room of strangers his life plans, he hopped off the table, intent on finding the owner of that voice...
... But lost his footing, despite the stickiness of the ground, and fell flat on his butt. Cursing the grimy bar floor, the slickness of his shoe soles, even the boniness of his posterior and everything in between, he rubbed his smarting rear as though trying to comfort it, severely aggravated.
Giggling of the 'mystery girl' could be heard , and Reno was just ready to launch into a nice, long stream of cursing when, suddenly, in place of the giddy laughing, yelling could be heard.
Heh, heh... She sounds funny.. Wonder what she's saying..?, he tipsily pondered from his perch on the floor.
"Geeeeet.... theeee.... heeeell.... ooooout... of... theeee... WAAAAAY," the girl was saying-- or at least that's how Reno heard it.
He grinned stupidly at her and scratched his head.
"Reno, you dumbass, TURN AROUND," she hollered.
Huh? ... Oh... "OH," he yelped, and spun just in time to see the angry, beer-soaked occupant from before wielding a glass bottle, its bottom falling in a blur as it drove straight for his head.
Author's Note: ... No, this is not meant to be a cliffhanger. x.X; This just seemed to be the best place to end a chapter, so don't be expecting action in the following chapters! Oh, by the way, please review. ^.^;