"You could beat me up, if you want? You know I like it rough~!" Reno seemed to almost choke on his laughter but decided to cut it off after a moment, draping his legs over Rude's lap, grinning at him still. It was almost as if his smile wouldn't fade. Not even at the thought of what Tseng would do if they actually did get arrested. He'd be damn angry at them, sure, but Reno was used to getting in trouble with Tseng and just winging his way out of it. He did it more often than he cared to admit, actually, but his position in the Turks wasn't a fluke. Tseng had put him there for a reason, not because there was no one else to do it.

After a moment, Reno sprang to an upright position and pressed his hands to Rude's face, looking him right in the eye. Well, the sunglasses. "DOn't you worry about a thing, my big, bald buddy. If we get thrown in the joint I'll bust us out and take the heat from Tseng. Now that is love, man. Seriously."

Kissing Rude quickly, Reno once again shot up, standing this time and pulling out his cigarette packet. "God damn. I have like... one smoke left. I am so going to go all withdrawal on your ass, man." Sighing, he put the packet away and pondered for a moment, moving to the chest of drawers to grab a different shirt. Well, there was no point in going in uniform, right?

Squirming out of jacket and shirt, Reno pulled on the black one he'd bought, kicking off his pants a minute later to put on a pair far more casual, sitting on the bed to pull his boots on. He wasn't going to be "Reno the Turk" tonight. No, he figured he'd just settle for being "Reno".