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Entry #10 - Gambling
"Tenth place! Tenth place! But Smooches always gets first!" Yuffie whined in disbelief, staring dejectedly at her chocobo racing ticket.
Flicking away the loose ask of his cigarette, Reno smirked smugly. When he had suggested that he and Yuffie go out and 'have some fun', the Gold Saucer had definitely not been what he had in mind. But when she grinned, the bright toothiness of it had temporarily disoriented him and he was helplessly forced to nod.
That's what he liked to think, anyway.
"Told you that you should have just stuck with Mog House," he baited her, the teasing lilt of his voice annoying Yuffie profoundly.
She opted for sticking her tongue out at him childishly, her hands curled and resting on her hips.
"Yeah," she shot back, a smirk rivaling her counterpart's slowly dawning upon her own face, "keep being mean to me and the only thing you'll be fondling for the next three weeks is a kupo nut."
Reno's devilish grin only grew wider as he scooped the girl into his arms and planted a kiss to her forehead. (Yuffie choose to disregard the hand that slid towards more favorable resting places). While she could admit that she was ecstatic by Reno's rare display of public affection, she was also guilty of suspicion when it concerned his smirk.
"Why so smiley, Turkey? It's not like you're getting any tonight," she quips, subtly reminding him that he would indeed be returning home alone after helping her sneak back to the Costa del Sol house and the Avalanche reunion that she had slipped away from.
"Well," Reno sighed happily as he swatted his way through the crowd surrounding the chocobo ticket counter with the small (and protesting) mound of flesh in his arms, "money's just as good as sex and my chocobo got first place."
A/N: You know the drill!
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