paixaorpg | To Lunch, Or Not To Lunch? [Closed]

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To Lunch, Or Not To Lunch? [Closed]

Character(s): Elena, Reno
Content: Reno talking a mad Elena into buying him food, as per their previous convo
Setting: the train station nearest Morem o Lisboa, The Wild Ginger
Time: Thursday evening
Warnings: Extreme idiocy, what do you expect? It's Reno.

Elena hadn't remembered how badly Reno got on her nerves sometimes... she had originally wanted to search him out because she didn't know anyone else here and didn't know what to do with herself, but she was beginning to think that meeting up with Reno wasn't worth it. Closing her journal, she stood up with a frustrated sigh.

As she stepped off the train, Elena glanced around. No sign of Reno. Good, she thought indignantly. And with that, she proceeded to look for a station exit to the direction she assumed was southwest. She really couldn't tell in a place like this, and if she stopped to look at her map she might encounter Reno. And the blonde didn't particularly want that right now... not after their last text messaging conversation.

But as soon as she reached the door, Elena balked. It had begun to rain outside since she boarded the train, and she definitely didn't want to go out there in the rain... at least not without an umbrella. Frowning a bit, Elena grudgingly sat down on a nearby bench and tried to judge if the rain was about to stop anytime soon. If not... she just might have to go out there anyway.

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Women. Reno was nowhere near understanding that kind of species, more less the species of Elena. The woman in question had indeed acted on her semi-threat, leaving the poor moron blinking, confused in scandalized horror as her name plopped off into a grid group dubbed “Offline”. What the hell had he done?!

He offhandedly had to admit though, he was usually always half amused by the feisty blonde’s jabs and disapproval of his whole logic, but this was just taking it a little too far to be a laughing matter, he was starving, yo! She was the one with the money!

Giving one last stupefied look at his device in hopes that Elena actually possessed a soul for the hungry – which he was now convinced she didn’t – he tapped a few buttons before giving up with a defeated sigh, bringing his own Electronic Journal to a close with a silent click. What now? The red head had no money and just pissed off the only source for this cure, making her “walk back the other way” (As she had put it, he was too hungry to think of any other way to decipher this in his brain.) when she had come all the way here by train just to meet up with him. Sometimes it just painfully sucked to be Reno.

Looking over to the entrance of the Morem o Lisboa where clown looking citizens of all shapes and sizes were coming in and out freely, he remarked in slight distaste that the faces here were looking just as bland as ever. What the hell was it with these people? Shinra did a fine ass actor-hiring job if he had to say so himself, but what he couldn’t figure out was why prank him and Elena? The woman had been right in smacking out his theory for a birthday or promotion in stating Shinra wouldn’t waste such mako energy for a farce, but he felt dignified in countering with everyone being in on it anyway just to make you believe that! And besides–

The grumbling noise seemed to scare a random passerby as it also brought Reno out of his thoughts in time to notice; the little man’s slightly frightened face upon eye contact almost making him ask aloud if something was on his face - However, the sooner his mouth opened, it closed again with questioning narrowed eyes as the stranger seemed to hurriedly scramble off, much like they just remembered their grandma was in the oven. He’d been getting that all day, yo, the hell?

Ignoring the funny looks, he glanced down wanly with a bemused grimace to his stomach, giving it a small sympathetic pat before bringing his eyes back up for one last desperate scan around the ridiculously jeweled place, intent on finding the tall red head that had yet showed.

No Luck..

Signs of big breasts or long shapely legs were nowhere to be found, which in turn, made him scowl. His ego hurt, yo, especially after what Elena just pulled up on some message board. No one ever stood him up! The woman had probably fallen into the sewers and needed to go back home to refresh her make-up or something, that’s all! Women were like that!

It’s when his stomach gave another inhuman growl that he decided with stern knowledge that this had morphed into a life or death situation. Food came before women, it was a mutual self respecting rule with himself, any man knew this, and he was NOT about to break it.

His ego had been instantly nursed back to health the moment he rose to his feet and declared himself standing the chick up after all. Ha! Take that, Rookie! Triumphingly, his lips curled into a grin as he made his way over to the exit with a rejuvenated pep in his walk, failing to notice the people almost simultaneously splitting out of his way. Life wasn’t so bad after all.

As for the current food situation…

Well, there really was only one thing to do: Find Elena and puppy-eye her to death. After all, it’s bound to work, yo, women liked puppies, right?

Within a few more minutes, it was easy for Elena to see that the rain was not going to lighten up at all. In fact, to the blonde's dismay, it seemed to be getting worse. So it looked like she was going to be stuck here. For a moment, Elena considered turning on her electric journal again- she had never been much of a journal type of person, but the things were really very addictive. Thoughts of Reno messaging her again, however, kept her from doing so. With a tired sigh, she leaned back against the bench. At least there was no Reno here right n-

Elena sat up suddenly and looked back out the doorway. Paixao seemed to be a fairly populated place, sure, but few of the inhabitants had bright red hair. And sure enough, a lanky figure with such hair seemed to be pushing his way through the crowds to the train station.

Oh wonderful, the blonde thought to herself sarcastically. She hadn't thought Reno would actually come looking for her at the train station- not only did she doubt that he cared all that much, but Reno had way too much pride for his own good sometimes. But after stealing another peek out of the window and finding Reno's figure getting closer and closer, Elena closed her eyes and groaned ever so slightly as one hand raised to her temples. It was going to be a long day, especially if Reno found her here and starting to pester her about food.

She severely regretted her offer to buy him lunch.

But it was all Elena could do right now to slouch down a bit (as much as Elena could slouch, anyway...) and look rather defiantly in the opposite direction, hoping that Reno would somehow miss her in his hungry fit as he squeaked out of the rain and into the train station.

Curse the rain! The winds were cold too, yo! His stomach was so empty he felt as if he would fly away any moment, never making it to his present goal in life.

But rest assured, the agony was short lived.

Relief had been like a second layer of rain altogether when Reno finally found the damn station - it had taken a little while, especially with the wet strands of red sticking to his face and eyes, but once inside, he couldn't help but take a victorious deep breath. That was some wicked stormin' shit out there, yo! It should have dawned on him sooner than Elena was not the type to walk out into that shit.

Oh the things he did for food. Food, right, there was no time to waste!

Mission immediately put into action, he sifted through the crowd - whom he mildly noticed seemed to be different and much less paranoid of him – as he began processing in his brain the attributes that made Elena: Small rack, short, nice ass, blonde. Got it. He’d sniff Elena out if he had to dammit!

No. All he could smell was wet sock, and that was most likely himself.

Suddenly, as if by sheer luck as some small child fell over crying, he snapped his head onto something that caught his eye in that very same direction. Reno could pinpoint it anywhere; The unmistakable Navy colored old batch uniform of the Turks, right there, slumped with it’s petite blonde headed owner looking all too lost – or what he assumed was lost - on a golden-decorated wooden bench. His mouth instantly formed into a smirk.

“Yo!”

Reno didn’t really care about the distance between them or the heads turning to him in his sudden outburst, but as the figure seemed to slouch down even more, he frowned thinking she hadn’t heard the first time.

“Yo, Elenaaaaaa!”

Groaning yet again, Elena closed her journal and looked up at the wet, relentless Reno. The redhead couldn't have looked worse. Mangled red hair was matted down in parts and sticking straight up in others, and his shirt was even more rumpled than usual. His pants had a small tear at the bottom, and... ugh. Elena could hardly look at him.

"Good Lord, Reno," Elena muttered to herself as she frowned and stood up. She swiftly made her way over to the man- more to shut him up than anything else- and put her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

"Reno, didn't I tell you that I..." the blonde began. But Elena faltered there; all she had really told Reno was that she was going to walk back to the center of town, and the rain had prevented that. Overcoming the momentary loss for words, Elena's glare grew more frustrated as she finished with a simple, "... what are you even doing here?"

Not even waiting for a proper response from Reno, Elena glanced outside for a quick moment to assure herself that it was still raining. Yes, it was... no escape for her yet. Zeroing her gaze back in on Reno, the woman curtly added, "We both made it clear we didn't want to meet up with each other right now, Reno. If you're honestly just here for food... you can forget it."

The lop-sided grin was back the moment the feisty blond was up and coming his way. Although it faltered a little as he could begin to tell already that she wasn't all too happy by her glaring.

"What?" Reno asked dumbly at her sudden question. He gave a quick glance himself, back and forth from where she had turned to look but totally didn't get it.

As her gaze came back, he met it with a wince. "We both what? I never said anything, yo!" He held his arms up in defense, a frown now evident, "You said you'd buy me lunch! What about all those words you said about us needing to be teamed or something, yo? You can't just let me die!"

Oh ho, cue for the puppy-eyes! Beat that, yo!

Elena watched Reno skeptically as he tried to make excuses in an attempt to get lunch from her. Well, it wasn't going to work, she decided. She had seen him pull this trick on Rude one too many times to let it pass her now, and even if Shinra should be sticking together, she was not about to-

And then came the puppy eyes. Elena gave a tired sigh and looked away for a second... nobody could withstand Reno's puppy eyes, she knew it. After a moment she looked back up at him, about to scold him for such a cheap tactic. But the eyes were still... puppying?... and Elena (being human and all) softened.

"If you're going to use my own words against me like that, Reno, you're going to have to put some effort into keeping Shinra a team, too," Elena said with a grudging pout as she crossed her arms and cast him a mock angry look. She had already pretty much given in to the pathetic-looking redhead, but she wasn't about to let him know that... at least not yet. But he knew her almost as well as he knew the power of his puppy eyes, and he had probably already started planning what he wanted to order.

"You won't die from missing a meal or two either, Reno," Elena added. Journal in hand, she turned and started to make her way towards the door to the train station. She knew she wouldn't dare go out there with the rain like it was, but... hopefully Reno wouldn't put two and two together this time. She fully expected him to stop her and protest, anyway... but with Reno, it was more about making a point than anything else.

Who knows, maybe he'd behave a little bit for an hour or so if she scared him enough.

Reno had no idea how long he puppy-eyed, but he could so tell Elena was engaged into a deep inner war with herself over it. Score, yo. He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from smirking in amusement.

Until something she said made him pause..

Shinra? Since when- She was leaving. What? "Hey! Where you goin' yo?" he tottered after her lamely due to an annoying squeak tearing away at people's ears from his wet shoes, "What do you mean, 'Shinra'? Turks stick together! Shinra only hired us, yo."

He was scowling at her back now, wondering why the hell she chose this very moment to be heading out into this kind of weather without at least buying an umbrella. He was wet enough as it is, (..Haha No pun intended, yo.) Didn't she get the point?

Or did he really annoy her that much? That thought really amused him, as wrong as it was, but women like her just gave him a high.

"You're not thinking of going out there all by yourself, are you?" grinning with feigned innocence, he pressed on, "You're going to get ass raped by the wind, yo! Or even worst, it's mighty turdy outside, I almost froze to death!"

Alright, if the puppy-eyes didn't work, he'd play the innocent fool. That always worked.

Elena reached the doorway with just enough time for a small pause before she heard Reno ask, "You're not thinking of going out there all by yourself, are you?" Of course she wasn't. "You're going to get ass raped by the wind, yo!" he added, "Or even worst, it's mighty turdy outside, I almost froze to death!"

Spinning on her heel (and secretly glad to be given a reason not to go out into the messy weather), Elena turned to face Reno once again. She would have stayed where she was and argued a bit more from there, but as she opened her mouth to speak there was a loud flash outside followed by deafening clap of thunder.

It was impossible for Elena to pretend she hadn't jumped after that- in fact, she had nearly screamed. How embarassingly inopportune. Willing the slight flush rising in her cheeks to go away, Elena avoided Reno's gaze in order to avoid a smirk from him. She then gathered up what pride she had left and she took a few steps away from the doorway.

"Look, Reno..." Elena started, still a little embarassed and more than a little frustrated as she finally looked him in the eye once more, "Turks do stick together, okay? Like you said. Just... act like it? Every once in a while don't try your hardest to piss me off, at least? Okay?" She felt stupid saying that and she felt sure that it sounded stupid as well, but she really couldn't discover any other words for Reno at the moment. She certainly wasn't happy with him at all, but she couldn't bring herself to be truly angry, either. He could be so frustrating.

But he was still Reno, and Elena didn't honestly expect a serious response out of him. "... come on, let's find a place to eat. I'll buy you some food if you're really that hungry..." she half-muttered, not really knowing what else to do from there.

That look on Elena's face had been priceless. He even had to bite his tongue to suppress a snort of laughter. Guess Reno was just used to it, saw the lightning before and just expected the crash. Her trying to act casual about it, however, was even more amusing, requiring a little more effort on his part to stay quiet.

He took a few minutes to grimace and shake himself up before she could look at him again, not wanting her to know he was just itching to laugh and say something witty. After all, the food came first, yo! He could mock Elena later.

When she did look at him however, her words just blew the cap. It was stifled and sounded ALMOST like a giggle but the red head was quick to bring his hand up and morph it into a silent cough. Trying his hardest to piss her off? Him? Nawww Yo.

And before the cough turned into choking, he finally allowed a small snicker along with his defense.

"Haha.. what? Me? Aw yo, you got it all wrong.." he paused playfully with a stupid grin, amused, "I don't even do such a thing! It's not my fault you're so-" Food. Thank fluffy he stopped himself. And Thank GOD there was another particular crash of thunder that ate those last words right off course before reaching Elena's ears - and he could tell this because her last words were godly.

"Yes! Oh yes!" Reno's eyes closed as his face looked orgasmic, hands instantly coming together as if praying, "A gigantic damn all-dressed pepperoni Pizza and onion rings! God, Onion rings!" He blurted before opening his eyes again to come grab Elena by the arm, "Yo! I saw the finniest hairdo back at the Lesbo Hotel and it made me crave some fuckin' onion rings!"

He kept on babbling on about the heavily jeweled grass too, how he'd crammed some in his pockets to pawn off later in Midgar as the young Turk's eyes and nose scanned the place for food.

"And then.. and.." Reno trailed off, realizing in horror that there was no fast food place at all in this stinkin' station.

"..."

Elena, not being quite as concerned with the food situation, didn't come to that realization quite as quickly as Reno did. She was preoccupied with mentally getting on her own case for letting Reno bother her as much as he did. She should be used to it by now, she figured. Reno bothered most people. But he always managed to make her feel particularly stupid somehow, and then she'd promise herself not to ever get into it with her redheaded coworker again, and then... it was just such a vicious circle.

Getting on people's nerves just seemed to be a natural talent of Reno's, she mused dryly to herself. If you can even call something like that a talent...

Noticing suddenly that Reno had stopped talking, Elena questioningly tilted her head as she looked over at him again. It was an odd expression for Reno, to be sure. He had nearly frozen in his tracks, and seemed so excruciatingly distraught... like he was about to cry, maybe? No, Elena knew him too well for that. But it was certainly a look she had never seen on Reno's face before, and it would be accurate to say that she was pretty confused.

"Um, Reno?" the blonde asked, aligning herself so that she was squarely in front of Reno and he'd be forced to look at her instead of at a random point on the ground. She waved one hand tenatively in front of him in another attempt to get a response (more freaked out than honestly worried), adding, "Are you... okay? What's wrong?"

The hand went almost unnoticed.. as there, right THERE, was a kid eating a lollipop.

"..."

The child's tongue molested the sweet almost mockingly, making Reno damn positive it was all a plan, built and detailed out just to make him crack. Oh the kid would-

"Are you... okay? What's wrong?"

Elena's question snapped him out of it, head darting back to her. "What? ..What's wrong?" He repeated, almost mimicking, "Did you see that?! The little brat was egging me on, yo!" He practically squealed the last sentence in disbelief, head spinning back to- The kid was gone.

"Oh, oh no, no, It's hallucinations of the dying! Elena! I need food, quick! I don't care, we're going in!"

Though of course, the red head meant out, but childhood memories of James Bond was somehow mingling into these feelings of distress just to keep him amused - as silly as that sounded, but hey, it worked, yo!

The storm outside showed no signs of calming and neither did he, blatantly ignoring Elena's high pitched protests as he practically dragged her to the exit, sensible enough to mumble the batman tune.

"Sorry, yo, but desperate times call for desperate measures.. Nothing can get in the way of a noble man and his appetite!"

Yea, he lost it. The things hunger made you do.. or, Reno rather.

Looking over to follow Reno's gesture, Elena saw the little kid holding a lollipop out of the corner of her eye. "Reno, she's right-," the woman began. But there was no stopping Reno now.

Elena was utterly drowned out by his next cry of, "Oh, oh no, no, It's hallucinations of the dying! Elena! I need food, quick! I don't care, we're going in!"

Almost laughing a bit at Reno's seriousness, Elena didn't take him literally at first. "She's right over there," the blonde smiled, pointing over to the girl with the lollipop. "Look, she-," but that was as far as she got before Reno laid hands on her and starting pushing her in the direction of the doorway despite the almost unintelligible protests that she knew Reno couldn't hear right now anyway.

As the cold rain hit her, Elena squirmed even harder than before to escape, and managed to get one arm free for a moment. But t was quickly surpressed again, and Elena wasn't able to totally free herself until the two reached the bottom of the small stairway that led up to the building. Jerking herself free somehow, she nearly threw Reno's hands off of her and cast him an even stronger glare than before.

Great... her clothes were wet. Her only set of DRY-CLEAN ONLY clothes were now soaking wet with rainwater. And her hair was drenched, and her socks were beginning to get soggy, and oh, she was pretty sure her mascara would start running soon if she didn't get inside in about five more minutes!

"Reno, I cannot believe you!" Elena exclaimed. "You knew I didn't want to come out here in the rain, you... jerk!" she said, brushing a mess of wet blonde hair back out of her face. She had a million more things to say to him about how inconsiderate and thoughtless and selfish he was, but Elena's main concern at the moment was drying off.

And so the woman stormed back towards the entrance to the station, not even bothering to notice if Reno was following her or walking away... and just hoping that he wouldn't stop her and keep her out here in the rain even longer.

Wrong.

The rain hitting on him did as little as make Reno wrinkle his nose, it had been worst than that when he first came out to meet her!

When he turned back around to the blond with a questioning face after feeling her brutally jerk away, it was just in time for the famous "glare of doom" that almost made him shiver. Almost. The name calling just wanted to make the inner manly-man chuckle.

But when presented with the sight of the woman's retreating back, he scowled.

"HEY! No, no, no! Come on, yo! I saw this place on my way over! It's just a few blocks away yo! You can wash up and clean up.. err.."

Elena didn't seem to be listening nor looked like she cared to, moving farther and farther away from the lanky redhead. Damn, so stingy! But Reno was going to have none of it, she needed to have fun and just let things go every once in a while!

Reaching forward in a few long strides to snatch her arm again, he wasted no time in tugging her back to the stairs. "It's just rain, yo! Stop being such a woman!"

Her struggling didn't phase the Turk much either, nor did the onlooker's confused looks as they watched the pair bicker their way up the stairway, looking very much like an old married couple.

"OW OW, YO! CUT IT OUT, DON'T BITE ME!"

It didn't really take as long as he thought to get to the Wild Ginger, but still long enough for his clothes to drip tiny puddles to the ground below his seat as he nursed his poor wounded arm. Elena could be wicked when she wanted to, yo! So he kept silent, not even dreaming of commenting the streaks of black mascara running down the miserable looking woman's face.

"So uh.." he tried weakly, swallowing, "You going to order something?"

Elena didn't respond for a moment, unless the continued evil eye and crossed arms counted as a response. And the mascara only made it look all the more creepy. But then Elena dropped her purse down next to her chair and stood. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up," Elena said in a surprisingly calm voice.

The blonde was well aware of her makeup crisis, and she was sure that her hair needed some severe work as well. She considered for a moment attempting to dry her clothes under the little hand blow-dryers commonly found in restaurants, but she deemed that just a little TOO ridiculous. "Get me a water."

Unfortunately (or fortunately, possibly, for Reno?), Elena had totally forgotten that she was leaving her entire purse- journal and all- in the care of Reno.

((I dunno if Reno would even think to go through Elena's purse or open up her journal, but if he DOES, and actually posts something from her journal... ping me on AIM later tonight and I'll put up whatever you write. XD))

Yaaaaa that mascara leakage and Elena looked like Godzilla, yo... scaaaary.

He said nothing as he watched her rise and make her way through the dimly lit nightclub, easily zigzagging through the crowd with obvious discomfort to the ladies’ room. Reno had to snort to himself at that though. Guess there was a first for everyone in a nightclub.. Even a first time for learning about leaving your purse behind unattended too, but he was just going to be a nice guy and tuck it closer to him.

Once the blond disappeared behind closed doors, he let his gaze wander, taking in the surroundings. It was a nice club, really...

The dance floor out in the middle gave the young Turk little to no interest as he eyed the place, however, but the private one on one booths along the wall looked interesting. He couldn't help but notice that the over all theme in detailed asian influence half reminded him of Don Corneo's place - which paused his thought process to idly wonder if there were available whore-rooms here as well... Oh hell nah, Elena would fuckin' shoot him dead if he went off on her to "fool around" yo.

He practically paled as he envisioned a godzilla-like image immerging with a wonderful set of AK-47s in his mind.

Happy thoughts.. Happy thoughts..

Thankfully, the redhead was able enough to shake himself out of it by the time the barmaid came and asked him what he wanted – and fancy that, this nightclub even had fast food order, yo! Oh yes, this was so going down in Reno’s book as a new favorite place. It was like the nightclub of his dreams… all that was missing were the hot naked- images of godzilla again killed that thought dead.

“Pepperoni pizza. Yea, lotsa cheese toppings, just go crazy yo! I like cheese orgies in my mouth.” Said mouth was watering already. “Oh yea! And onion rings yo, please, onion rings!” he added, cursing himself for almost forgetting those god forsaken onion rings.

And then a pause as the woman asked for beverage.

…

Had thyself been in front of him, you could have practically seen the thinking wheels turn inside that delicate one-track mind before a sly mischievous smile spread across those luscious lips.

“Two hard vodkas, on the rocks.”

Once the barmaid nodded and tottered off with the order all nicely written up on a pad, he chanced a look back to the ladies’ room with a slight smirk. Elena sure was taking a while… Greyish-blue orbs meandered back innocently to the purse, evil smile still intact. Oh don’t you go thinking I forgot, yo.

Another look to the lavatory. Then back to the purse. He could see the black plate of the shiney journal, right there. Elena’s journal.

A last glance to the washrooms before instantly, his hands were on it.

Oh ho ho, pay back was a bitch, yo.

Walking swiftly and purposefully back from the bathroom (mascara-less, yay!), Elena again found her way back to the table at which she had left Reno. "A club, Reno?" Elena half-demanded before she sat down, hands on her hips. But she was in no mood to argue, and only sat herself down tiredly without waiting for a response.

He did seem to be smiling just a little too smugly, Elena would think in retrospect, but she thought nothing of it at the time.

It had been a long day already, anyway... but at least her water was here- Elena was incredibly thirsty. Maybe she had been a little too hard on Reno after all, she considered as she sighed and shook her head, reaching for the drink. Elena took a long drink from the glass before her. At least he could do something ri-

And then the entire room swerved and turn upside down for a moment.

"Reno, what is this?" Elena asked, her words already ever so slightly slurred as she brought the glass quickly and carelessly down from her mouth. But she knew the answer almost before she caught the stifled grin spreading across the redhead's face. Alcohol. And something really, really strong. She was once again at a loss for words. "This-this is not water!" she managed to stammer out in frustration.

But it hardly came across as threatening, or even very angry. Elena rarely went drinking- unlike Reno and Rude- and the two made fun of her regularly for her particularly low tolerence of the substance. And the blonde could already tell that the drink was starting to have an effect on her, and it was most likely obvious to Reno as well.

Especially as she put the remainder of her drink sloppily down onto the table with a small pout, simply looking at it as a drop or two spilled over the sides.

Oh it was sweet. All he could do was grin smugly at the blond when she came back, having put the journal away just in time. Now all he had to do was just nod and agree. Nod and Agree.

That face as she took a nice big gulp made him snicker though, still chuckling as he watched her babble in disbelief.

Niiiiiice, yo.

"So Elena," He teased, holding his hand up, "How many fingers am I holding, sweetheart?"

Oh this was going to be fun.

Elena's frowny-pouty face looked up from her drink to meet Reno's snickering gaze. "That's not funny, Reno," she said, narrowing her eyes in a very unthreatening and almost comical way in response to the question. "Just because you had me drink stuff doesn't mean I'm stupid now..." she pouted.

For a moment, Elena looked as if she were about to go on, but then she narrowed her eyes a bit more in concentration. Leaning in a little, Elena put her elbows on the table and her hands up to her mouth in a thoughtful position. She looked positively baffled.

A moment went by, and then Elena said, "I don't know how many fingers you have up, Reno, I can't tell! Stop moving your hand, you're cheating!" Elena leaned in even closer to squint at Reno's still, uplifted hand.

This obviously didn't help enough. "Thr-.." the blonde started unsurely, tilting her head a bit. She then reached forward and grabbed his hand, bringing it a bit closer to her. "...three," she answered correctly, practically beaming with pride. She let go of Reno's hand and triumphantly placed her elbows on the table again, smiling over her victory.

"Maybe you did get me drunk, Reno- which was a very nasty trick by the way!- but I'm still not stupid... I can still see hands, even if they're a little blurry, and I can count," she declared.

Funnily enough, Elena was pretty convinced of her own sobriety.

He shrugged, smile coy. "Who said you were stupid, yo?"

The redhead knew she wasn't listening anyhow, her concentrating squint held seriously on the hand he stuck out to her, only his thumb closed.

"...three," Elena answered, incorrectly. This was too amusing, yo! It was like a-

The attention span on the fun had to pause itself as Reno's order was finally placed in front of him, the scent of the freshly baked pizza already tugging his nostrils towards it.

"Daaaaamn, and oh god, yesss, onion rings, yo!" By now he'd dug into the delicious food like a pig, stuffing anything he could greedily into his mouth. "Ooooohhhh... Mmm.." was moaned around a mouthful, "'hih isch guu!!"

Shoving two more onion rings into the chewing black hole of abyss, Reno's face was a vision of pure bliss.

The drunk woman was totally forgotten.

Drunk or not, Elena had high standards for just about everything, this this greasy food definitely did not meet hers for a meal. Scrunching her nose a bit, Elena distastefully watched Reno shove food into his mouth as if it were going out of style. "Ew..." she said simply, not really letting it bother her, however. She looked around with curiousity, almost as if seeing the place for the first time, and her eyes fell upon the dance floor.

Elena didn't get up to go dance, however. The alcohol hadn't worked it's way into her system that far, yet. But she did watch for a moment, and then turned back to Reno who was busy shoveling his fifth (God, was he fast!) piece of pizza into his mouth. "I wish I could dance," Elena said in the redhead's general direction, a slightly wistful look on her face. She didn't really take care to notice if he was too busy eating to hear her, nor did she really seem to care very much. "I'm not a very good dancer," she repeated to the reaminder of vodka that sat in her glass.

Looking back over her shoulder at the dance floor (Reno had made sure to position himself so that it was directly in front of him, and he was able to see it at all times), Elena watched again for a little longer. But suddenly her eyes widened a bit and she leaned in towards Reno again, her movements fast enough to startle Reno into paying attention to her, if only for a moment.

"Reno, there's a guy out there who wants to dance with me!" Elena hissed in a very loud excuse for a whisper. She looked genuinely scared as she glanced over at the dance floor again where, sure enough, a dark-haired man was gesturing for her to come out and join him. "Reno, I don't want to go, I can't dance!" she whimpered. "Do something!" she urged, just drunk enough to believe that Reno had any control over the situation.

But, having food in his mouth, Reno couldn't answer fast enough to satisfy Elena in her current intoxicated state... namely, one tenth of a second. So she did the only thing that she could think of to do at the moment... duck down in her seat below the back of the booth. Hopefully he wouldn't be able to figure out where she went.

... hey, it made sense in her ~~drunk~~ mind.

It all happened totally fast for Reno's reeling little mind.

First Elena was missile bombing his face with spittle as she hissed and harassed his arm wildly, the poor onion ring that was about to find itself happily in his mouth ended up joining the world war 3 paranoia in bulleting towards the floor in an unpleasant flop.

"What the-" The Turk barely managed around food that was searching to choke him in his throat from all the nerve wrecking squealing on Elena's part.

And then the blond had disappeared under the table, leaving the moron blinking stupidly, almost scared to swallow - What!? WHAT?! Attack?! WHat?!

Instantly Reno bolted up from his seat, his Electro-Mag Rod ready to zap as he searched the place wildly.

"YO, COME ON OUT FUCKERS! ZAP YO ASS, BITCHES!"

Once again, their presence was a show as everyone stopped what they were doing to regard the two idiots in confused shock.

Elena may have been quite drunk and therefore having many nonsensical thoughts, but she knew could still recognize a bad situation when it was this bad. Groaning, the blonde moved herself from her lying position on the seat of the booth to underneath the table on the floor.

The way it worked in Elena's mind right now was that if she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her. So she stayed under the table in hopes of going unnoticed and closed her eyes shut tightly. She could hear Reno still yelling above her, and the growing audible confusion of the other patrons of the club. But she was safe under her table, she told herself. The plan right now? Stay here and let Reno make an idiot of himself like usual and then sneak away when this was all over with. She looked towards the door to assess the situation...

And there it was; a huge and disgustingly greasy onion ring, half-eaten, sitting between her and the exit and about an inch away from her hand. Upon discovering this monstrosity, Elena quickly shied away and consequently bumped into the base of the table. As soon as the table swerved, Elena grabbed it and held it still to stabilize it, but it had still come awfully close to falling over. She hoped that Reno's food hadn't fallen, or else he'd be very mad at her, she thought.

Or would he even notice? He seemed pretty busy freaking with his electro-mag rod back up there in the world above the table...

The table movement was the first thing his eye caught - and with a swing the innocent table found itself flying, landing a few feet away from - now TERRIFIED - onlookers, who suddenly snapped into rushing for the exit.

Reno stood with a sneer, whirling around on himself for any possible enemy Elena could have seen, gushing out babbles of nonsense the whole time.

"...ASSBOX! HIDING SOMEWHERE YO! ..WHERE'D YOU SEE THEM ELENA? ......ELENA?!"

He had to double-take, finding the blond sprawled on the floor was something rather unusual - had she been shot?!

After quickly spinning on himself a few more times to make sure all was clear, he bent down forward and grabbed her - with a little difficulty as she seemed delusional from her injury, making him use a little more force - and hefted her up bridal style before making a mad dash to the holy exit.

Thankfully the rain outside had ceased but the red head didn't notice shit in this adrenaline rushed event, he just ran for the damn hills as they say.

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