Truth be told, Rude had been waiting for this for a while. With no real work yet, Reno was bound to get restless, and while the intrigue of a new world was one thing, it wasn't really enough. The redhead needed something to do, and no work and injuries had driven him crazy -- which had in turn given Rude quite the headache in both a literal and metaphorical sense.

Setting down the pair of sunglasses he had been cleaning (not the ones he was wearing, but a spare), Rude sighed slightly. Drinking with Reno when he was restless or in a new place was always something of an adventure. It was also usually an exercise in patience for both Rude and the other people in the bar.

"Why do I have a feeling that, if I say yes, we're going to be arrested?"