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timeandtides_backup2009-11-25 10:45 pm
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Characters: Reno and Rude, then Elena too~
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Unwinding with an old friend, Mr. Alcohol!
Location: Dollet
Date: November, 1803
Warnings: Drinking Turks...
The trip to Dollet from Treno had not been a pleasant one, and the news that they would only be briefed after Elena arrived hadn't been welcome either. Rude wasn't going to voice any of that, of course; Rufus was still his boss, and without Tseng here, Reno was pretty high up there, too. With the arrival of a younger, supposedly saner Sephiroth... no, Rude was feeling pretty content about just pretending nothing had happened with the help of some alcohol. It would help numb the bit of soreness that Potions couldn't quite get rid of, too (he was choosing not to think about the possible hangover; he rarely got them anyway). He had yet to get a new pair of gloves after the wolves had ruined his other, but for now?
A knock on his door and the call of "Room service!" made the bald Turk leave his slightly bitter thoughts and open the door, taking the bottles with a nod. Setting them down, Rude opened one and waited. He knew his partner; if alcohol was involved, especially if he had it, Reno would be along soon enough. There was no such thing as a night of brooding over a beer with the redhead around... not that Rude would have it any other way.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Unwinding with an old friend, Mr. Alcohol!
Location: Dollet
Date: November, 1803
Warnings: Drinking Turks...
The trip to Dollet from Treno had not been a pleasant one, and the news that they would only be briefed after Elena arrived hadn't been welcome either. Rude wasn't going to voice any of that, of course; Rufus was still his boss, and without Tseng here, Reno was pretty high up there, too. With the arrival of a younger, supposedly saner Sephiroth... no, Rude was feeling pretty content about just pretending nothing had happened with the help of some alcohol. It would help numb the bit of soreness that Potions couldn't quite get rid of, too (he was choosing not to think about the possible hangover; he rarely got them anyway). He had yet to get a new pair of gloves after the wolves had ruined his other, but for now?
A knock on his door and the call of "Room service!" made the bald Turk leave his slightly bitter thoughts and open the door, taking the bottles with a nod. Setting them down, Rude opened one and waited. He knew his partner; if alcohol was involved, especially if he had it, Reno would be along soon enough. There was no such thing as a night of brooding over a beer with the redhead around... not that Rude would have it any other way.