A/N: I will be the first to admit that this is not my best work - I'm writing it with four hours of sleep and thirty minutes of prep AND writing time, but since my sister is home, I've had to fight tooth and nail for the comp in the basement. (My own is broken...again.) Anyway, I hope this is enough to tide you guys over and that it's not too terrible.

Disclaimer: All profitable FFVII characters and settingg belong to Square-Enix.



Entry #23: Candy – Totally Legal

"Hey, old man."

Reno swiveled in his bar stool, his vision blurry. The whiskey bottle he clutched in his hand sloshed along with him in his action. His eyes landed on a young woman with mid-length raven hair and smiled lopsidedly.

"I ain't that old." He replied, motioning the bartender for another glass.

Yuffie grinned and propped herself on the barstool next to him.

"Yeah, and I'm mature and responsible enough to run my own country." She replied sarcastically, smiling brilliantly at the barkeep.

Reno snorted into his glass.

"Good thing Godo hasn't kicked the can then, huh?"

Yuffie elbowed him.

"So what brings you around here, Turkey? Last I heard you were still Rufus' bitch," the young woman teased, reaching for the bottle.

Reno shrugged.

"Still the same shit," he replied roughly, taking another swig from his dark amber glass, "trying to build an honest Shinra."

Yuffie grinned yet again.

"Because the assistance of the Turks is going to help with that!" she called out, bemused.

Reno frowned and turned towards her.

"Why are you here anyway," he asked, annoyance laced in the wide sweep in his arm as he indicated the bar, "Aren't you too young?"

Yuffie glared at him.

"First of all you geezer," she retorted, smacking him lightly on the arm, "I'm nineteen and totally legal. Second, the bar's in my country. My question is what the hell are you doing here?"

Reno smirked before downing the rest of his glass.

"I'm a Turk, babe," he replied, one flaming eyebrow quirked in amusement, "do you really want me to answer that?"

Yuffie grinned a little and turned her gaze towards her drink.

"Ah, no talk about serious stuff anyway!" she exclaimed, downing her drink, "drinks are on you and I'm looking to have some fun!"

Reno's smirk grew.

"Some fun, eh?"

Yuffie blushed.

"I didn't mean it like that, you child molester."

Reno chuckled.

"Hey babe, I ain't a perv. Like you said, you're totally legal." He shot back, brushing against her bare shoulder as he reached for the bottle.

"You wish old man!" she returned immaturely.

Reno made a point to let his gaze travel the length of her slender body, taking in her well-defined legs, shapely waist, slight chest, and angular face.

"I've had better looking fucks." He replied airily, turning back to his drinks.

Yuffie huffed and crossed her arms. She threw the Gil on the counter and glared at him, getting up to make her way towards the door. Her exit was quick and clean; Reno had never seen her move so fast. Still, he remained motionless, watching her walk out without a word while ordering a scotch.

Four months and a serious relationship attempt with Yuffie later, he still blamed the scotch for the apology and the box of chocolates he had sent her the next day.

- End -

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