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[sleazeoverstyle]

Drinkin' at home or drinkin' at the end of the universe: it doesn't much matter to him. End result's gonna be the exact same, so either's good. As he opens the door, his hand goes to that knife he carries in his pocket.

Knives ain't new for him either. One hand fingering the knife's handle, he makes his way over to the bar, grabs a stool that looks like it was just made for his skinny ass, and orders himself a bottle of his usual ale. Looks around, turns his attention back to the bottle that shows up in front of him without a second thought about the shit people are wearin'. Some nights, good old Wutai Pale's the only friend he needs.

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She just shakes her head and laughs.

"Fine. You keep your secrets, then," she teases. "I bet it's all top-secret anyway." She's not entirely sure what Reno does, but she thinks it's something that would probably have some letters in the name back home.

[sleazeoverstyle]

"Then I better get my ass in gear and start figuring it all out." Still grinning like a friggin' cat, he pushes back from the bar and stands, straightens out his suit as much as it ever straightens out, and frees that long pony tail.

"I'll stop back in and give you the heads-up on when it all works out, okay?" Now it's his turn to lean over and rustle her hair. Only difference is he don't blush when he does it.

"Sound good to you?"

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She shies away instinctively at the touch, but only for a moment. Then she laughs and shakes her head under his hand. "You got yourself a deal, Mr. Mysterious."

Then she moves impulsively, reaching out to throw an arm around his shoulder for a quick hug. "See you around, Reno."

[sleazeoverstyle]

HEY.

He likes that hug, but he's glad it doesn't last longer. "All right, Chuck. See you 'round town." For a minute he almost forgets and tosses a bunch of gil on the bar but then he remembers he's drinkin' on Kate's tab for a while. It ain't somethin' she had to do, but it's appreciated anyhow.

There might just still be a smirk on his face as he makes his way across the bar to the door leading home to Midgar. Yeah, there definitely is.