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The Phantasm Club [Tokyo, Sunday Evening]

The club was already packed, the young and beautiful population of Tokyo out to drink and dance the night away.

It had been chosen as a meeting place due to its central location, but it wasn't hard to see why it was one of Dōjima's favorite hangouts.

[OOC: For the three chillin' in Tokyo, OCD in-progress. NFB due to distance. And I'm done spamming your flists! WOO!]

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"He probably never saw a natural blond in his life," Reno countered, leaning over and leering some more, and then snaking a hand around her waist. While on the dance-floor, he figured, there had better be something not unlike dancing. "S'like the red hair. We're hot American novelties, and we ain't even from America."

A pause. A grin. And a little sway of his hips while he attempted to both maintain his balance and to find the groove of the music.

"You look hot."

Edited 2008-10-20 02:12 (UTC)

"And if they decide to use you to get to me? I said no. I am not going to put you in that position." Yurika shook her head firmly. "That is a terrible idea on so many levels, and you know it."

"We started drinking without you," Rikku explained. "And guys are all the same. Strip clubs and porn and girls that look like aliens 'cause they're not real. Honestly."

Logic went out the window when she got mildly tipsy. And she was.

She let herself be pulled closer. "You think I'm a novelty?" she sighed. "Maybe you're just jealous, 'cause that guy likes my butt. I could totally go dance with him. He looks like a good dancer."

There was an appreciative wriggle. "Thaaaaank you. Dojima helped me pick it out. Yes, it matches. I've matched before. Like. Dances and stuff."

"I can take care of myself," Romeo insisted quietly, arms folded. His whole body tensed as he thought about this.

He decided to play dirty. "Would you feel betetr if I went back to Verona?"

"Hey, don't knock the girls in the strip clubs. I hear that's a great way to stay in shape," Dōjima replied as she reached over to steal someone's drink. "I'd kill to have legs that nicely toned."

"Yeah," Reno agreed, "but this one's all wrong for undoin' with my mouth."

Yes. Still drunk. Yes, he had to stop and screw up his face a little while he puzzled out how he managed to let that one get past his lips.

Yes, he was going to give up trying to think on it too hard, and he was going to do some sort of grinding approximation of whatever dance everyone else was doing on the dance floor, now.

"That guy's short," he noted. Conversationally.

That was dirty, and knew it.

"You wouldn't," she answered. "You can't, and you know it."

"So it used to look like this?" Yurika asked, claiming another drink and waving it around slightly. "I thought all the concrete and pollution felt familiar."

"I have to warn you, though. No matter what our movies might claim, Tokyo does not have dragons."

"So what would you have me do?" he whined. "Home is Verona, or home is with you. Would you really have me be completely alone after I graduate?"

"Are you saying you want to?" Rikku said. A little breathlessly. "You could probably take it off with your mouth, if you tried. I have faith in you."

Just because it was a bad idea didn't mean she didn't have faith in him. Seriously.

"Well, then there's one thing Tokyo and Midgar don't got in common," Reno mused, shaking his head. "No dragons? This place ain't never gonna feel homey, yo. And you got, like, trees, too. The hell."

The 'please fill my glass' mime wasn't working, so Reno gave up, finally just waving his arms about, gritting his teeth, and pointing into his empty glass. "Drink! Sake! El drinku in la glasso?"

Reno was lucky that Al Bhed was easy, anyhow.

"Wellll, Iiiii dunno," Reno drawled, and this next bump-and-grind combo had a little less bump and a little more grind. "That short guy over there is still oglin' your ass. And you seemed all interested in him right back, an' shit. I bet he knows ten different ways to tell you that Reptar's comin' to trash the city, zoto."

"I bet he can't say it in Al Bhed," she teased, twining her arms around his neck. Leaning into the grinding. "I could teach him, maybe. Unless you know anything interesting in Al Bhed that you want to share."

"You have more options than that," she snapped, trying to stomp down on the flash of guilt. "And you wouldn't be alone, you have friends."

"Somethin' in Al Bhed? Somethin' like cusadrehk?"

Reno liked that one. It had totally gave him the most satisfying reaction that a moment of pure mental dysfunction had ever afforded him.

"How 'bout seha, or gecc sa, or mad sa vilg oui cu rynt ed dygac ic yh ruin zicd du kad dra ghudc uid?"

Really, Al Bhed was a beautiful, very expressive language.

Rikku dragged his face down and was attacking his lips with hers, now.

No fair. Totally no fair.

"Tell me we shouldn't go somewhere?" she breathed. When she eventually stopped for breath. Which took a while.

"We probably shouldn't," Reno agreed, and damn, the kissing was good, drunken and sweaty and stupid as it was. "If it takes us that long to get untangled, we'll miss our portal back to Fandom."

He didn't sound nearly as concerned about this fact as he potentially could. Not by a long shot. But still. Kissing. Which, at the rate they were going, would at least give Reptar across the room there the pretty clear notion that the cute blonde gaijin was accounted for.

"Besides," she murmured. "Bad idea. 'Cause. I don't remember why. 'Cause we're being weird. Let's stop being weird? I miss you and you're totally cheating, using Al Bhed on me."

She didn't mean for all of that to come spilling out. Toooooo drunk.

"I'm not going to Gaia, and Rikku's world would be dull for me, if it even exists," Romeo pointed out. "Ought I be a ninja with Ino? You know she'd laugh at the thought."

He rubbed his eyes. "Do you even want to be with me after we graduate?"

Because, clearly, she had to make that decision now.

Reno's smile was a wry one, then, and he gave her another lingering sort of kiss before straightening up and shrugging his shoulders faintly.

"Was like a dare. Just gave you a sample of some of the language I picked up the past eight months or so, yo." She'd asked. "I miss you too. Kinda wanted to see Tokyo. Never been, before. Sorta like Midgar. Was. Like it was. The folks are more Wutai. But the city even stinks like Midgar did. Kinda. Not as bad."

Yeah. His brain was still booze-fogged.

Rikku was chewing her lip as she straightened up.

"Yeah," she said. "You didn't ... mean any of it, just ... wanted me to know. Okay, then. We should ... meet up with the other two, see some of the sights. It's ... a nice town."

Right. Okay, then.

"It's a dirty-ass town. Kinda stinks like fish, here and there." Reno shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned.

Well. That had gone smoothly.

"I don't just say shit I don't mean, you know." He shrugged, and then he glanced anxiously toward the bar. "So. Sightseein'. Tokyo. Sake. No dragons, though. Just ain't home without dragons."

"You don't loose friends just by hopping worlds," Yurika said sharply. "You can live in Mantua or Mexico or anywhere but here, and still not be alone."

"You know what, we aren't talking about this now. We aren't." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and made to stand. "I'm your girlfriend, but you can't make demands like that. Not if you want to keep me."

She had enough men in her life to boss her around without having him push her boundaries right now.

"But in Mantua or Mexico I wouldn't have you," Romeo claimed. A year before, or even six months before, he might have threatened suicide to make his point here, but death was too serious to him now to let him do that.

He raised his hands in surrender. "We aren't talking about it now," he agreed. "But know that when the day comes for you to portal back here for good, if I am not with you it won't be because I didn't try."

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