[ It's true, Reno's traded severity for a couple years' worth of seen some shit, and Cloud... well, is pretty drunk, Reno observes with not just a little bit of amusement. The getup's odd, and there's a certain sort of look to him aside from that that should probably clue him in, but for the time being, he also happens to be pretty drunk, and he's not in the mood to do the observant detective thing. Can't a guy just be head empty/no thoughts for awhile? Damn. He's finally found a friend, or the closest thing to one for the time being, and he's not interested in picking that apart.
That's why, in spite of the so-called blowoff, Reno laughs, one of his little hehehesnrk cackles, and then pushes the glass he'd just sloshed half of over for Cloud to have, instead. ]
Here. Doesn't got my cooties, promise. Just ordered it a minute ago.
[ That's a goddamn lie, he was sipping it before he came over, but what Cloud doesn't know won't kill him. Not more than a little bit before he got here, the guy had a whole lot worse than Reno cooties in his system, after all. More like, uh, Sephiroth cooties.
Oh, ew. Nope. Don't like that thought. Nooooope. Unthinking it as we speak. ]
Anyways, nothing so official. Apparently I'm here for the baby jail party. A criminal, y'know? God damn, if I get convicted, it'll be the 'lectric chair for me for sure. Figured I better party while I can before then.
[ The trouble with giving up his drink is now he doesn't have one, but there's no way he's leaving this table now. Instead, he goes for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, by this stage tragically depleted down to half. So much for conservation. If he can't find a place to get more, that's... gonna suck almost more than being stranded in some strange place without his partner, his boss, or most anyone else he knows. That's a problem for later-Reno, though; he lights up and does Cloud the solid of not blowing the smoke in his face when he exhales. ]
You by yourself here? I mean—no Tifa, the kids... those other guys...?
[ Only one of his alive friends has the distinction of having a name he actually bothers to remember. ]
no subject
That's why, in spite of the so-called blowoff, Reno laughs, one of his little hehehesnrk cackles, and then pushes the glass he'd just sloshed half of over for Cloud to have, instead. ]
Here. Doesn't got my cooties, promise. Just ordered it a minute ago.
[ That's a goddamn lie, he was sipping it before he came over, but what Cloud doesn't know won't kill him. Not more than a little bit before he got here, the guy had a whole lot worse than Reno cooties in his system, after all. More like, uh, Sephiroth cooties.
Oh, ew. Nope. Don't like that thought. Nooooope. Unthinking it as we speak. ]
Anyways, nothing so official. Apparently I'm here for the baby jail party. A criminal, y'know? God damn, if I get convicted, it'll be the 'lectric chair for me for sure. Figured I better party while I can before then.
[ The trouble with giving up his drink is now he doesn't have one, but there's no way he's leaving this table now. Instead, he goes for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, by this stage tragically depleted down to half. So much for conservation. If he can't find a place to get more, that's... gonna suck almost more than being stranded in some strange place without his partner, his boss, or most anyone else he knows. That's a problem for later-Reno, though; he lights up and does Cloud the solid of not blowing the smoke in his face when he exhales. ]
You by yourself here? I mean—no Tifa, the kids... those other guys...?
[ Only one of his alive friends has the distinction of having a name he actually bothers to remember. ]