Back from yet another hiatus. I suck, I really do. Haha. Summer holidays soon. So excited! Fully intend to be in a constant drunken stupor - between writing of course. Think I might be almost fully cured of my writer's block!

As always, I own nothing but Edie. Please R&R.

And can I just say, I fracking love Reno. There should be more people like him.


"Yo, babe."

That could only be one person.

"Yes, Reno?" I asked, spinning around in quite an impressive fluid motion. Always good at doing such pointless things I am.

"Heard ya were looking for me." He raised one of his eyebrows pointedly, "Finally decided to come over to the dark side, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" I gestured for him to walk with me. I was already late to work - no surprises there.

"You know," he winked, "Ready to experience the pure awesome that is Reno?"

"Not quite, Turk." I shook my head dismissively, resisting the urge to laugh out loud. "I need a favour, though."

"Oh, well-"

"Don't even think of it," I warned, stopping and looking at him. Sure enough he was in the process of raising his eyebrows suggestively. Comically, he let one eyebrow droop, then the other.

"Then what is it, yo?" He asked good-naturedly. Good old, Reno. He never seemed to be put off by anything.

"I'll explain on the way, c'mon."

"But I'm late for a meeting!"

This time I raised an eyebrow, "Like you care?"

"Good point."

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"So, what exactly can I do for you, Eids?"

Reno had plonked himself in a chair behind a desk I was almost completely sure wasn't his. It was far too neat. He propped his feet up and all over the important looking files spread out over the desk anyway, completely unconcerned.

"I need booze. And lots of it."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Yeah. I intend to throw the biggest bash this side of Midgar has ever seen. " I came forward, resting my hands on the desk in front of him in what I hoped was a business-like way, and looked at him seriously. I was suddenly reminded of an old film like one I had seen a few weeks ago where some random, mysterious seductress with a huge rack walked into an office seeking out the hunky and slightly aged detective for help with some sort of murder. Usually smoking a cigarette.

But this wasn't an old detective film – I was no mysterious seductress and cigarettes make me gag. I looked down at my chest.

Yep. This is reality.

Reno laughed at the gesture.

I shook my head dismissively, "So, can you get what I need, or not?"

He looked slightly confused and scratched his head, slightly pushing his goggles askew.

"Well, yeah. But, why are you asking me? I'm a Turk, not a bartender."

"Well, cause, you know," I leant in slightly for dramatic effect. He mirrored my movement in anticipation, "Because of the world-class liquor cabinet I hear the Turk headquarters have. The finest liqueurs, the strongest spirits and, I hear, the best beer imported from North Corel - and all in the comfort of your office." I looked around, hoping to catch sight of a mini-bar. Never too early for a beer.

Reno, who had leant in, seemed to be stuck that way, his mouth comically open in a small 'O'. Eventually, he spoke.

"That would be, SO, awesome!"

My heart sunk, "Wait, so, it isn't true? There's no liquor cabinet, no mini-bar?" I pouted, slightly disappointed. I wondered where Kunsel found his sources.

He shook his head, a sheepishly dreamy smile on his face, "Nah, yo. You must be thinking about the boss-man's stash. Now his HQ has got the hook-ups. Absolutely amazing."

"Oh," I stepped away from the desk in front of me, my body dropping slightly with the disappointing news, "But they say that you in particular take advantage of the Turk's so-called liquor cabinet. That you can't work to your full potential without a buzz on."

Reno swung his feet off of the desk in one movement, miraculously without knocking any of the desks contents on the floor. He looked slightly surprised, a crease in his forehead in slight confusion.

"No way, yo," he sounded the most dignified I had ever heard him in the short time I had known him, "I mean, Shiva knows I love a drink-"

"Or ten." He shot me a mischievous smile and nodded once in agreement.

"But never on the job, yo."

"Hm," Looks like I had hit a dead end.

"But, hey," he said, pulling me out of my thoughtful stupor, "I could still help you out. We may not have our own bar, but the Turks are notorious drinkers. We get access to the best bars all over the globe, yo. And I, personally, am quite cozy with a very friendly barmaid in Sector 8. She'd be happy to help me, help you out." He was starting to look a little seedy at the mention of the barmaid and I rolled my eyes at the way he had raised one of his eye-brows and swung his legs back on top of the desk in front of him, leaning back and fixing me with a look, I assumed, he thought was nothing short of seductive.

"Yeah, I'm not going to ask," I said, stopping his little fantasy short and denying him the opportunity to go into his sexual endeavours. He looked visibly disappointed. "But thanks, Reno. Shall we discuss payment?" I leant into the desk, hands palm down in front of me again in what I hoped was an authoritative way, "And if you mention a threesome, I will physically hu-"

"RENO!"

I swung around in fright and was met with a familiar figure, but who I had never been that close to before.

"Tseng, yo." Reno leant back even further in his chair and sent a lazy two-fingered salute towards Tseng who looked less than impressed. His eyes narrowed slightly. I wondered how he could look so angry, yet somehow, almost calm at the same time. It was scary – like he bottled up the full brunt of his anger and could explode at any moment. He was meant to be very stoic I had heard. I guess Reno just had that effect on just about anyone.

"Reno," he repeated - his voice dangerously calm and low, "You missed our meeting with Rufus. Cissnei informs me that you I would find you in here. Get your feet off my desk." He said the last part slowly and with emphasis on each syllable. It seemed to do the trick; Reno sprung to his feet, but not before finally sweeping the files and other paperwork off of the desk – as well as an assortment of important looking trinkets which looked personal and most definitely had sentimental value. Tseng closed his eyes, as if he were counting down mentally in his head. Reno seemed to share the same thought and made a leap away from the desk and towards the entrance of the office, giving me a push in the same direction.

"No payment," he called out as we entered the foyer and he rushed past me and towards the lifts, "Just make sure I'm invited to this party, yooooo!" And then he was gone, disappearing into a lift which closed instantly behind him. I shook my head in amusement. Then my eyes widened in realisation.

If I wasn't late for work before, I was definitely late for work now!


Reno actually really reminds me of a guy I work with. But his hair isn't as cool.