Reno's Final Thoughts
Authors note: Okay, I was really really really bored and it's three in the morning so I just whipped this up just for shit's and giggles. I'm tired, I'm having writer's block with the other story so what the heck…I don't own Reno but I wish I did.
My life is a fucking hellhole. Period. There's no better way to put it. I'm overworked, unpaid, and don't have nearly enough time for my two favorite hobbies - drinking and sex. There's nothing better than heading off to the bar, getting drunk, and going home with the local bar whore for a piece of ass. I'm always getting reamed for showing to work late and usually drunk…. Or at least hung over. What the hell do they care? I get the job done, regardless or how fucked up I might be.
I've been doing this job for six years now. I can't say it gets any easier. There's just something about taking a person or two out just because you're ordered to. Maybe you just get used to it. After all this time, I still have a hard time with it. That's why I drink most of the time; it temporarily drowns out what you are; what you've become. Even with those times that I'm sober, I usually get through it…one day at a time. Besides I have Rude with me; if it wasn't for him I don't know how long I would have lasted.
Rude and I are pretty much opposites. I'm "loud and obnoxious" he's quiet and reserved. Still, we know where one another stands. Regardless of my "childish antics" (as he always puts it), he's pretty tolerant when it comes to the shit I pull. Anybody else would have probably killed me by now. Like the time I tied him to the back of that Chocobo. I'll never forget the look on T'sengs face when Rude showed up twenty minutes late for work, torn up, looking like he was going to take his number thirteen boot and stick it straight up my ass. It'll teach that bastard to give me a lecture about being "punctual" and "proper appearance". That was the first and only day Rude's ever been late. Even still, the guy is my best friend, even though he doesn't like admitting that he knows me. Oh well, his loss not mine.
Then there's Elena. She's the single most irritating person I had ever met, not to mention she's scared of everything. Even still she's managedtoland a job as a Turk. I don't know how she got in; I think it'd because T'seng wants to bang her...and she's always drooling over his ass…or his whatever. I don't even want to think about it. Even still, if you can manage to get through her whiney exterior, she's all right, I guess. She's easy to get too; if I give her just the right look she's usually after me with a EMR, ready to kick my ass. There was one time where I snuck into her place at two in the morning drunk off my ass with a can of spray paint and painted her walls…and her furniture…and her cat. That cat was orange for three months and she didn't talk to me for six. It was well worth it….
I don't know who's going to find this letter but whoever does please make sure you tell Rude that I'm sorry. This will be the second partner he's lost in the past ten years. The first one was hard enough on him; I can hardly imagine what two will bring. He's withdrawn enough as it is…hopefully this doesn't drive him over the edge. Then again, he's Rude..he can handle just about anything. Please understand that I don't have the strength to deal with this burden of guilt day after day anymore. As far as Elena goes…just tell her it's been fun. I'll be seeing them both soon enough…..
RENO
Yep, you've just wasted five minutes of your life reading this. Sad, huh?