"Y'know what, Rudo?" Reno asked as he drunkenly collapsed on the couch.
"What, man?" Rude asked, much more composedly seating himself beside his friend.
"I like that girl."
"What girl?" the bald man asked, 'cause with Reno there was a lot of girls.
"Triss, man!"
"That chick you took to the concert?"
"Yeah," Reno grinned and took another swig of beer. "I'm gonna ask her out again."
Rude slowly turned to face his partner. "Like, ask her on a second date?"
The redhead laughed at his friend's reaction. "Yeah! She's great! You'll really like her, man."
Rude still blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the idea of Reno potentially dating a girl.
"I been thinkin'," the boy on the couch continued, blissfully unaware that his friend was slowly developing an aneurysm, "I think I'm gonna ask her to the Shin-Ra dance. All significant and impressive-like, y'know?"
"That's a month away, man!"
"I know."
"No, I mean, she's not gonna wait a month for you to ask her out again."
"...Fuck," Reno's head hit the back of the couch. "Why do you always have to be right?"
"Just ask her now," Rude suggested. "Problem solved."
"Yeah!" the redhead leaped up. "I'll go ask her now!" he crowed and started walking to the door.
"Um, dude?"
"Yeah, Rudo?"
"You might wanna shower first."