"Why don't you just talk to her? I mean, she can't figure out you're friggin' in love with her if you stand here all moodily." Rude made no attempt to answer and merely took a sip of his drink, continuing to watch Tifa serve customers.
I sighed, pulling a cigarette out. Rude had put my feeble attempt to quit at a standstill. He made me stressed, and it wasn't like I had a stress free life. The only release was sweet Nicotine, my second favorite potentially-deadly substance. Sadly, one can only drink alcohol for so long. Rude's pause was almost epic, but he turned back to me with an earth-shattering comeback.
"Reno, why don't you go tell Strife you're in love with him?" He turned to me, his eyes only partially visible through his dark shades. "Why don't you tell him you don't just come here for the booze? Why don't you stop being a hypocrite?" The last four words were almost a menacing growl, and I had to fight myself from shrinking back. I shrugged, trying to keep my cool.
"Rude, you of all people should know I only come here for my discount..." It was a lame attempt, I know, but it was all I had.
"Denial is an unhealthy habit, Reno." God, why did Rude have to read me like a book? I turned to him with a forced smirk, my cigarette dangling between my fingers.
"Rude, have you ever known me to have healthy habits?"
a/n: So I cheated a little. It's over, but for a completely good reason! I can't stop the internal banter that is Reno. Also, I'm noticing that this is way too linear for drabbles. Hmm--must make one non linear...must go ponder this...