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Rude rolled his eyes. 'I don't count them.'

'But you must have some idea.'

'No.'

'What about a guess, yo?'

'No.'

'Well how often a week-?'

'It varies.'

'In general?'

'… Nine.'

'Nine?'

'That's what I said, Reno.'

The red haired Turk finished searching through the box he held and hoisted it back onto its place on the shelf. Lighting a cigarette, he sat down on Rude's box on the floor. 'Is that with nine different people?'

'Get off my box.'

'We're taking a break, man,' the redhead offered the cigarette to his partner. 'So, nine people a week or not?'

'Not,' Rude accepted the cigarette, but stayed standing.

'Then how many-?'

'Four.'

'A week?'

'Yes, Reno.'

'Well I can beat that.'

'Really.' Rude brought the cigarette to his lips, gripping the white stick between a thick thumb and finger.

'One a night, yo, unless I work late. And even then, twins count.'

'Fourteen. Max.'

'Yeah, but what about triplets? Groups?'

'I guess. I could do that if I worked the same amount as you.'

'I work just as much as every other Turk. Paperwork doesn't count because it's a waste of time. And it's true, even you know it,' Reno shuffled across the box to the very end, allowing the larger male to sit next to him. 'So, on the whole, I'm a better lay than you.'

'I disagree.'

'Why, man?' the redhead seized the cigarette before Rude could touch it to his lips again.

'The amount of people you sleep with does not determine how good you are in bed.' Rude shifted his gaze from his partner's lips to his cold blue eyes that stared back at the frames of his glasses.

Reno grumbled and chewed his fingernails in thought. Then his eyes lit up. 'Well …'

'I am not going to have sex with you, Reno.'

'I wasn't-'

'You were thinking it.'

'Why-?'

'Because you're my work partner, not my bed partner.'

'But-'

'Reno.'

'Alright, alright. What if-?'

'No.'

'Then how do you expect me to find out who is better in bed?'

Rude shook his head and stood up, taking the cigarette with him. He took one last puff then dropped it to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot. 'Just forget about it.'

'… Fine.'

Rude picked up the cigarette and placed it in the bin before straightening up and neatening his suit and tie.

'You wanna play truth or dare?' the redhead asked.

Rude ignored his partner and instead pushed him off the box and then picked it up.

'You can go first, yo.'

The large Turk lifted the box up and placed it back on the shelf, dust scattering everywhere when it landed with a thud.

'What, are you scared?'

Rude sighed. 'I dare you to shut up and do some work.'

Reno shook his head. 'I didn't choose dare. I choose truth.'

'Reno, we're not here to play-'

'Come on, Rude, think of something.'

'… You'll answer truthfully?'

'As long as you do, too.'

'Did you ever sleep with Scarlet?'

Reno's jaw dropped, but he quickly recovered and grinned slyly. 'Yeah.'

Rude's eyebrows rose, but he said nothing; he picked up another box and rifled through its contents.

'You're turn, yo. And no cheating.'

'Dare.'

'Fuck me. Here. Now.'