Triss was sprawled out on the couch, head hanging upside-down off the side, watching Reno desperately try to keep up with the flashing arrows on the television screen before him.

"Oh, jus' give it up!" she cackled. "You're so far off beat, there's no way to catch up."

"Shut up," he threw over his shoulder at her. "I'm doin' good."

"Suure you are," she snickered. "That flashing red bar means you're doin' great."

A few moments later,

"There's somethin' wrong with your game, Triss."

"What are you talking about?"

"I jus' died!" Reno wailed.

Triss laughed loudly. "There's nothin' wrong with the game, Reno. You jus' can't dance when you're drunk."

He scoffed and plopped down on the floor in front of her. "I'm a great dancer."

"Well, sober y'are. Jus' not when you're drunk," she giggled.

Reno blinked at her for a few seconds, then smiled brightly.

"What?" Triss asked him, confused.

"You jus' said I'm a great dancer... And you're pretty."

"What?"

"I said you're pretty," he grinned.

"Aww, Reno. You're so sweet," she smiled up at him. "And cute. You're very cute," she added, tapping the tip of his nose lightly.

"Ya really think so?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I do," she giggled. "I like you, y'know."

"You do?" he asked.

"Whuchu lookin' so shocked for? 'Course I do!" Triss exclaimed.

"Well, good," Reno grinned. "'Cause I'm saving our second date for something special."

Triss gasped and her eyes grew wide. "Really?" she asked as she rolled on to her stomach. "You like me enough to take me on another date?"

"Well, yeah!" the inebriated Turk replied. "Why're you so shocked?"

"'Cause of all the hangin' out we've been doin' without any datin'. I just figured you didn't like me enough to date me."

"You kiddin'? Babe, I ditched Rude to drink with you t'night!" Reno laughed.

"You did what? You coulda brought him!"

"Really?"

"A'course! More the merrier 'n all that!" Triss laughed and rolled upside down again, waving her arm nonchalantly. "We're too drunk to fuck, anyhow!"

"Then, can I call him and see if he wants t' come over?" the Turk asked, completely missing the girl's mention of sex.

"Sure!"

Turns out, his partner did want to come over. He wanted to meet the girl who was slowly stealing his best friend from him. When the door was opened for him, he was greeted by an extremely drunk Reno.

"Rude, ya made it!" the redhead crowed.

"Yay, Reno! You're standing up!" a girl cheered.

The redhead looked down at himself. "Yeah, I am!" he laughed. "Rudo!" he yelled, clapping a hand on his partner's shoulder, then leaning on it for support, "I wan' you to meet Triss!"

"Hi!" the young girl cried. She was draped upside down over the arm of a dark blue sofa.

"Why're you upside down again?" Reno asked. "You'd jus' gotten right side up!"

"I know," she said, "but everything looks so much more interesting this way. It's the same, but it's totally, utterly, 'n completely not."

Rude had to chuckle at the mystified tone in her voice.

"Oh, no," she murmured and clapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm drunk and waxing philosophical. I don't wanna be a dur dur!" she cried.

The younger Turk laughed and dropped onto the floor next to her. "You never sound like a dur dur, babe. You're too smart to sound dumb."

"Well, I dunno about that," she giggled. "I do know this, though. You," she pointed at Rude, "need a drunk. I mean, a drink. A drunk until you get drink! ...Wait. Dammit!"

Rude chuckled and took the beer Reno handed him. She seemed cool enough. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.