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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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"Guess we do," she agrees, raising her beer to him as if to cement it.

She's pretty satisfied with it; it's a good deal for her. If he wants, she can practically tell him about what's happened on the island since the crash in installments.

"And don't worry. I'll keep away from the shoe stories. I think I've been shopping in the wrong places for interesting stories about shoes."

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"That makes two of us." The shoes on his feet are his old standbys and he doesn't even give 'em a second thought. As long as they get him where he needs to go and keep him kickin' ass, they're all good.

Draining his ale, he pushes the bottle back away with only mild regret at its empty status and stands. "Thanks for the drink, Kate." She's pretty, and pretty fair, so it's all good. As far as he can see it, there ain't no problem bringin' her out that door with him. She's maybe the least demanding lady he's met and part of him wants to know exactly what she wants 'cause everyone wants somethin', but in this case he's pretty sure the thing she wants ain't got a lot to do with him.

More to do with freedom of movement, and who wouldn't understand that? He sure does.

"So just let me know when you want to make that trip. You know, see the world. Win friends, influence people, shit like that." It ain't his usual M.O. to take care of people, but it's a little-known fact he can when he wants. It's just he usually has like zero interest in doing so.

And that's cool. Keeps him out of all sorts of trouble.

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"Looks like you'll have to look forward to seeing more around more often, Reno."

She flashes him a grin as he gets up. He's been pretty decent to her, and after how easily he took her unexpected little trip to Gaia in stride, she can't see any reason not to take advantage of his willingness to help her out.

He's easier to do business with than Sawyer, that's for sure.

"Don't work too hard out there."

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That ain't somethin' she's got to worry about; he just laughs a little, waves good-bye, and heads to the door. When he gets to it he turns around to check and make sure she ain't slidin' out behind him right now, but it's cool. She ain't, but if she was, he's polite enough to hold the door open for her. He knows how to mind his manners.

Maybe next time.