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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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"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."

[sleazeoverstyle]

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.