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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.

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Rude made a quiet noise of disgust as Reno began to clean out his stomach in his bathroom. Looking up at Elena, he made a small gesture toward the bathroom. "Have fun."

Then again, he'd probably get roped into helping her anyway.

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"We only talk about you because we care," Elena quipped at Reno as she finished up bandaging Rude's hands, lifting them and turning them this way and that to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She seemed to be perfectly content to ignore Reno's tauntings...it was the first time she'd seen him drunk, after all. "Okay, now don't punch anyone for a day or two Rude," she said with a teasing sort of smile.

It was just then that Reno went running off to the bathroom. She watched the spare where he had been laying as if contemplating something, and then sighed and slumped back in her chair. "I'm not checking his injuries if he vomits all over himself." She said firmly to Rude.

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After a few minutes of emptying his stomach of the alcohol he'd drank, Reno managed to get a hold of himself. Rinsing his mouth out, the redhead returned to the main room silently. This usually meant he was tired or too ill to complain. A sure fire way to tell Reno wasn't all right.

Settling down upon the bed, he yawned lightly, nuzzling the pillow, his worst wounds bleeding lightly in places. He was exhausted, uncomfortable, unwell and not even slightly at home in this world.

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Rude gave Elena a slight smile, though his face went back to mostly blank and stern when Reno returned. Waiting for some sort of sarcastic comment, Rude tensed slightly when the redhead didn't say anything, and tensed even more when he curled up on the bed. Quietly murmuring a thank you to the blonde woman once more, Rude stood and made his way over to his partner.

"Reno. Let Elena check you out, then you can sleep." And while Rude really didn't want to give up his bed, he would let the redhead sleep in it if it was really that bad. He'd already bled on it, after all.

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Elena frowned at Reno as he collapsed into the bed without a single witty comment. That was typically the 'alarms going off' moment in her head. Reno always had a comment. Even in the worst of times.

She stood and followed Rude over, bringing the bandages with her. "Reno, it'll only take a couple minutes. You'll feel better." She offered, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, hoping he'd sit up.

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Grumbling at the two of them, Reno shifted to sit up, wavering slightly. The alcohol, wounds and now the sickness had all taken their toll on him. As resilliant as he was, Reno was a lot of talk and a whole lot of accident prone, which left him in a lot of scrapes.

His wounds were still weeping lightly, but he managed to keep himself sat up, yawning a little, grasping Elena's shoulder to keep himself steady.

"Hey, I'm fine. Just tired. I'll be okay in the morning... probably have a hangover, though," he joked, giving a light laugh. Still, he didn't look too well.

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"No." Sitting down next to his partner, the bald man held onto his arm, careful not to aggravate any injuries. Reno wasn't passing this off. They were in a strange world, they'd been attacked by wolves, and he'd just thrown up all over everything. Someone was looking at him, and if Elena decided to heed the redhead's request, he would do it himself.

Quietly, enough that from her spot Elena wouldn't hear, Rude added "I will hold you down."