- A Final Fantasy VII Reno Fanfiction - by Nightcrawler666 -

Actually I think U no that already^… I recommend u listen 2 'Pour Me' by Hollywood Undead, because it kinda fits perfectly with this chap. It should, because it kinda gave me the whole idea. Please R&R!

Oh, and just a little Shout out to my current reviewers! Thank u so much:
Dippychick16 + DarkFire67 = u make ma day!

Chapter 7 - Pour Me

The old brass door swung quickly open with a low, irritating creak from it's ancient hinges. Reno cringed inwardly at the annoyance, but gave a smirk to the barmaid anyway. She was short and Blonde, her hair in little bunches either side of her head. Her brown eyes were happy and joyful, but Reno knew her better than that. Sylvia had a past she didn't ask for, mostly affected by ShinRa and (unsurprisingly) the Turks.

About 6 or 7 years had passed since Reno dropped the plate on Midgar, but he still blamed himself for it. Sylvia had convinced him she didn't care anymore, but by the squeak of the chair as he threw his weight on it, and the bandages visible under his shirt, the apologetic look he gave her and all of the menacing glares the Redheaded Turk was shot from across the room, he hadn't taken it in yet.

"Just a few, Sylv'. or Tseng'll nail me to a cross in the morning' when I'm late." He sighed, ignoring his lamenters on the other side of the room.

"The usual, Re?" She asked, straightening her green apron and turning to the drinks. When she got no answer, she poured him a light beer anyway and turned to see him with his head in his hands. As the pint glass slid across the counter to him, Reno slowly took his right hand away from his temple and grasped his drink with a sturdy hold.

It had been about an hour and 14 pints when Reno spoke again.
"Why do people hate the *hic* Turks so *hic* much Syl*hic*v?" Reno asked in a drunken disorder. The barmaid shook her head and turned around to talk to her friend, but something about the shifty people in the corner eyeing his uniform up told her she really shouldn't get involved. She muttered a simple "I don't know." and span around quickly as the larger of the 4 spectators started to walk over.

"Any chance you could pour me anoth-" Reno asked, and upon a hard, gloved fist colliding with his jaw he was forced to cut his sentence short and fall heavily to the floor. He fumbled around lazily for his spare gun in his jacket but dropped his ammunition, and a boot with a sharp high heel spiked his stomach.

The drunk was hauled to his feet by a man in a vicar's uniform and thrown out of the door, the same annoying screech echoing out even now. There was a scream as Reno lashed out his baton and it hit the leg of the woman attacking him. She fell to the ground next to him and kicked his ribs again before, running away swiftly.

Reno tried to push himself against the wall and curl up in the small alleyway, but was unsuccessful, and the same menacing hand as before pushed his head to the floor. A heavy boot stamped on his back 3 times before finally kicking his crotch and disappearing completely.

Sore and bruised, Reno used a sore arm to lift himself up to his knees. He heard the same painful noise of the door opening for the third time that night and braced for impact. Shock hit him when he heard the familiar 16 year old voice of Sylvia at his ears, helping him to his feet.

"Come on Re. Come back inside and I'll get you some help." She said, trying to make sense to the drunken man who had orphaned her all those years ago.

"Can't. I'll get… Murdered… Again." He choked out, and felt his stomach lurch when he tasted the blood in his mouth. He brought up his arm and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his tattered blazer, seeing vast amounts of blood on the black fabric and almost fainting due to pain and the sudden nausea that was washing all over his frail body. The beaten Turk pushed his saviour away and turned to the opening of the alley. He wasn't going to hospital, or Rude and Elena's. He was going to Tifa's.

Tifa looked up and away from the dishes she was washing, and to the door her husband had clearly forgotten to lock, to see a bedraggled and familiar redhead drifting in. He lifted his head and smiled, but pain racked his features and the grin turned more to an agonizing groan. The brunette barmaid ran over and took his broad shoulders in her hands, shaking them and whispering profanities in the name of Reno.

"CLOUD!"

The blonde ran down the stairs to Tifa, nervously quivering over a passed out redhead on the counter.

"Is that…Reno?" Cloud stared at the terrifyingly still form of a usually cocky, arrogant Turk he knew so well for these traits and shuddered, seeing the bloodstained clothes and the sickly red fluid that his wife hadn't bothered to clean from his face. A muffled 'Yes' was heard from the sobbing martial-artist next to him, and he moved to hold her while flicking open his phone and dialling Aerith's number.

Zack pulled his car to a stop outside 7th heaven and dropped his girlfriend off, absent-mindedly ringing Reno's house phone to see if his partner in crime was up for a night out. After receiving no answer, he decided he'd go and see whatever had been so urgent that Cloud had called Aerith at 3 o'clock in the morning.

The ebony-haired SOLDIER was hocked to see the exact same person he'd just tried to invite drinking in such a state when he sauntered on in. Aerith was bent over him, one hand on his forehead and the other with a variety of materia clutched in a tight fist. She looked quite anxious, and her shoulders were heaving up and down as if she were breathing heavily.

He kept his casual pace up despite wanting to run over, and put his arms carefully around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and kissing her cheek gently in a futile attempt to calm her down. Tifa was practically hyperventilating on a barstool in the corner, Cloud kneeling in front of her whispering desperately calm words to her.

Lou woke up to her depressingly happy ring tone and looked at the clock before answering it. 4 o'clock and Zack was calling?
"This had better be good, Zack." She said, quite angrily.
"I-It's Reno, he's a little- scratch that, really ruffed up!"
"What? How do you know?"
"He's at 7th heaven now. If you can, then you-" The phone shut with a deafening 'snap' and Lou charged all the way to Tifa's bar in evil Dalmatian pyjamas and a tan leather jacket, with huge, malevolently pink bunny slippers.