"There is no way!"
"Oh? So gimme the money."
"I am not some gay mo-fo." Reno mumbled, only to bring more amusement to the girl's eyes. He frowned, trying to get his point across to her by slamming his empty beer bottle back onto the table, and, although he didn't expect it, she just shook her head.
"Reno, you're as gay as a virgin in prison." She retorted, a bit louder to catch the attention of a group of six not-quite-straight men sitting a few tables away. A few turned their heads toward them; the female sitting with him didn't take some smiling broadly to find the attractive man. Within a few seconds, one of the shyer men were being urged to scamper on over and speak with him, only to be disappointed by an overly sarcastic response to AJ's comment, "Oh yeah, too bad I've never bent over to pick up the soap, huh? It's also a shame that I am not one of those fucking gay pansies."
The last comment brought them dirty looks from the group, with a few still standing from offering to assist their nervous (now incredibly pink) homosexual friend over to speak with Reno, in which the girl decided to try to calm them, "forgive him, he's narrow minded."
Whether that caused them to believe she was not straight either or if the comment just cooled their ill tempers was beyond her, but after a moment they were all sitting once more and going about their business once more. AJ rolled her eyes, shaking her head once again at the red-haired man, "was that really necessary? There is nothing wrong with having a different preference on which you date." She didn't entirely agree with that, but it still seemed that having an open mind to the subject was much better than trying to tell homosexuals that what they were doing was wrong. Who were they to judge, anyhow?
"Look," She began, shifting in her seat once again so she could easily access her drink while not falling onto the floor, "all you have to do is get him to say that he feels the "same" as you do, or something of the sort. No. To make it good, he has to kiss you."
Reno scowled at her twisted sense of humor, but nodded in agreement anyhow. For twenty-five thousand gil, it didn't seem THAT bad. To make out with another man though? Wasn't that going a bit far, even for her? And a superior of all people... Which brought another question to mind, "When am I going to be around him when his boy- err... bodyguard isn't around?"
"You mean Tseng? His lunch break, I suppose... Or I could get a job there for a bit and cause a bit of ruckus to help you out." It didn't seem like a bad idea, not only would she have access to the ShinRa Files, but she would also be able to keep an eye on Reno and make sure he wasn't slacking off. A bit of inside work for her job would be a bit better, she supposed. For, little did Reno know what her new job was about. She was getting paid a pretty penny for it, too.
"What would you do?"
"What's open?"
"Last I heard," He had a devilish grin on his face, so that instantly told her that whatever was open was going to be something she wouldn't do if she were paid a thousand dollars an hour, "there was a job open as Palmer's secretary."
"...Palmer?" She asked with a raised brow, "The guy who puts lard in his coffee?"
"That's the guy."
"You mean the guy that kept dipping his doughnut in lard eggnog at the Christmas party I went to with you because your date had to stay home and take care of her sick grandmother?" She made sure to add on the bit about his date backing out on him, mostly because he later found out that she was the one who told her about his bet with the guys. The girl was so shy and nice, it was a wonder she agreed to go with him to the party anyway, much less lie her way out of it.
"I'm still not sure where he buys that stuff."
"Nor am I, but do we really want to know?"
"Not really, but it's a sickening thought that somebody actually sells lard based products."
"Lard based... ugh..."
Both shuddered at the thought of seeing some dinky little shop across town called "Lardoville" or "Lard-R-Us", or something to that extent. After a moment, both seemed to get over it, although it took a great deal of inspection to their drinks before they trusted even sipping from it again. Who knew where this place got their drinks? It may just have well been from Palmer's lard shop rather than Waldo's warehousing.
"Anyway..." Reno started again, in attempts to push the revolting idea into the back of their minds, "I'll get you the application tomorrow, then I can easily make sure you get chosen."
"You don't think I can do it on my own?" She leaned back in her chair, giving him a look that plainly stated that she knew that she could and that if he said otherwise he would be in a world of hurt.
"I didn't mean that..."
"Oh, so know you're calling me a liar?"
DAMN IT! Why did she always do this to him? Most of the time she was joking, but she was one of the best in her business so it was hard to separate her acting abilities from reality. She soon broke into a smile, showing him that she wasn't as upset as he thought, and, although he was glad, he sure as hell wasn't going to let her know. "Why don't you give up your act, Sugar, I can tell when you lie."
She shrugged off his comment, not sure if he could tell she was lying or not, because he was so used to lying to women that he could tell him that he had to go home and brush his Great Aunt's best friend's ex-husband's chocobo and they would believe him. "I guess... I'll go get the application myself, so you can't screw anything up."
"Oh? So gimme the money."
"I am not some gay mo-fo." Reno mumbled, only to bring more amusement to the girl's eyes. He frowned, trying to get his point across to her by slamming his empty beer bottle back onto the table, and, although he didn't expect it, she just shook her head.
"Reno, you're as gay as a virgin in prison." She retorted, a bit louder to catch the attention of a group of six not-quite-straight men sitting a few tables away. A few turned their heads toward them; the female sitting with him didn't take some smiling broadly to find the attractive man. Within a few seconds, one of the shyer men were being urged to scamper on over and speak with him, only to be disappointed by an overly sarcastic response to AJ's comment, "Oh yeah, too bad I've never bent over to pick up the soap, huh? It's also a shame that I am not one of those fucking gay pansies."
The last comment brought them dirty looks from the group, with a few still standing from offering to assist their nervous (now incredibly pink) homosexual friend over to speak with Reno, in which the girl decided to try to calm them, "forgive him, he's narrow minded."
Whether that caused them to believe she was not straight either or if the comment just cooled their ill tempers was beyond her, but after a moment they were all sitting once more and going about their business once more. AJ rolled her eyes, shaking her head once again at the red-haired man, "was that really necessary? There is nothing wrong with having a different preference on which you date." She didn't entirely agree with that, but it still seemed that having an open mind to the subject was much better than trying to tell homosexuals that what they were doing was wrong. Who were they to judge, anyhow?
"Look," She began, shifting in her seat once again so she could easily access her drink while not falling onto the floor, "all you have to do is get him to say that he feels the "same" as you do, or something of the sort. No. To make it good, he has to kiss you."
Reno scowled at her twisted sense of humor, but nodded in agreement anyhow. For twenty-five thousand gil, it didn't seem THAT bad. To make out with another man though? Wasn't that going a bit far, even for her? And a superior of all people... Which brought another question to mind, "When am I going to be around him when his boy- err... bodyguard isn't around?"
"You mean Tseng? His lunch break, I suppose... Or I could get a job there for a bit and cause a bit of ruckus to help you out." It didn't seem like a bad idea, not only would she have access to the ShinRa Files, but she would also be able to keep an eye on Reno and make sure he wasn't slacking off. A bit of inside work for her job would be a bit better, she supposed. For, little did Reno know what her new job was about. She was getting paid a pretty penny for it, too.
"What would you do?"
"What's open?"
"Last I heard," He had a devilish grin on his face, so that instantly told her that whatever was open was going to be something she wouldn't do if she were paid a thousand dollars an hour, "there was a job open as Palmer's secretary."
"...Palmer?" She asked with a raised brow, "The guy who puts lard in his coffee?"
"That's the guy."
"You mean the guy that kept dipping his doughnut in lard eggnog at the Christmas party I went to with you because your date had to stay home and take care of her sick grandmother?" She made sure to add on the bit about his date backing out on him, mostly because he later found out that she was the one who told her about his bet with the guys. The girl was so shy and nice, it was a wonder she agreed to go with him to the party anyway, much less lie her way out of it.
"I'm still not sure where he buys that stuff."
"Nor am I, but do we really want to know?"
"Not really, but it's a sickening thought that somebody actually sells lard based products."
"Lard based... ugh..."
Both shuddered at the thought of seeing some dinky little shop across town called "Lardoville" or "Lard-R-Us", or something to that extent. After a moment, both seemed to get over it, although it took a great deal of inspection to their drinks before they trusted even sipping from it again. Who knew where this place got their drinks? It may just have well been from Palmer's lard shop rather than Waldo's warehousing.
"Anyway..." Reno started again, in attempts to push the revolting idea into the back of their minds, "I'll get you the application tomorrow, then I can easily make sure you get chosen."
"You don't think I can do it on my own?" She leaned back in her chair, giving him a look that plainly stated that she knew that she could and that if he said otherwise he would be in a world of hurt.
"I didn't mean that..."
"Oh, so know you're calling me a liar?"
DAMN IT! Why did she always do this to him? Most of the time she was joking, but she was one of the best in her business so it was hard to separate her acting abilities from reality. She soon broke into a smile, showing him that she wasn't as upset as he thought, and, although he was glad, he sure as hell wasn't going to let her know. "Why don't you give up your act, Sugar, I can tell when you lie."
She shrugged off his comment, not sure if he could tell she was lying or not, because he was so used to lying to women that he could tell him that he had to go home and brush his Great Aunt's best friend's ex-husband's chocobo and they would believe him. "I guess... I'll go get the application myself, so you can't screw anything up."