Alcohol finally coursing through his veins, trademark goggles strapped over his baby blues, cancer stick hanging from his lips and the bulls eye that was his cigarette’s burning tip bobbing in front of his nose, Reno looked marginally less eager to steal a child’s candy or kick the nearest small animal, but only marginally. Reno wasn’t big on grudges, but he was still unsure of what the hell the reject was doing here.

Hands plunged deep into his pockets, he fingered his flask with one hand and the handle of his mag-rod with the other. It could go either way, but this early in the morning, Reno was holding out hope that he’d be reaching for his newest acquisition. Fingertips landing one of the massive jewels encrusting the thing, he reminded himself to pawn the thing off as soon as possible.

Eight hours cramped up with Scarlet? The thought alone made the hair on the back of his neck rise.

He paused at Cloud and leaned forward, peering at him searchingly through his goggles. He looked different. Was his hair not as spiky? His clothes were certainly more.. Flamboyant than he remembered them. He stared for a moment longer, seemed satisfied, and walked on past.

“Road trips are always such an experience.”