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Room 503, Saturday Mid-Afternoon

Dōjima had listened to radio once she got up (late) this morning.

Dōjima was currently suppressing the desire to bang her head against the wall.

Red was an idiot. Clearly, confronting her at work was giving Rikku 'time'. Maybe she'd go throw a dictionary at his head later. That might be amusing.

Firing off a quick text message to Rikku, she tossed her phone on the nightstand and walked over to crack the window open just a bit, letting in some fresh air as she set about doing some spring cleaning. Going through her clothes and getting rid of last seasons' stuff might be a fun distraction, since it meant she could go shopping later.

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Reno had to laugh at that.

It was good to laugh. He hadn't had a good chuckle since he was five.

"You know, I bet Rude'd love that," Reno smirked. "Which is exactly why I'm cuttin' both of you off here and now before you even get introduced, zoto."

That earned him one of her very best sulks. "Aw, you're going to ruin all my fun, Red. A girl should get to know her drinking buddy's partner, it's practically a law of nature."

Reno grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe I'll take the posse road-trippin' to Edge sometime. Ain't as dirty as Midgar was, and you gotta check out the Seventh Heaven. Damn good bar."

Rude, Reno figured, would like the excuse to hit up Tifa's bar.

"I'm starting a collection, you know," she said seriously. "I'm trying to go to as many bars in as many worlds as possible. It's my new hobby." Mainly to 'explore' the ladies' room, but whatever.

"We'll start a list of places we need to go. Maybe we should just blow off one of the summer sessions, and spend two months completely wasted. You're only young once, right?"

"Two whole months might be tough to swing," Reno mused. "I took a crapload of leave time just a year and some back. But hey, we get a break between one term and the next, right? Week or two? We gotta get ourselves totally freakin' smashed durin' that, at least, yo."

"But no more tattoos, we're done with those for the year," Yurika joked. "No one's told your boss about your newest bit of bodyart, have they?"

"And no, that was not a suggestion to add it to the report. Mooning him would fall under the 'stupid idea' category, in case you were wondering."

"It'd be real freakin' tempting, though," Reno mused. "Tseng's got no clue that I got a chocobo on my ass, and it's probably gonna stay that way until, I dunno. Maybe if I'm around this place long enough to graduate, I'll moon him when I go to get my diploma, yo."

"You better stay around to graduate, yo, or at least come back for the party. Do you have any idea how boring graduation would be if we don't raise some hell?" she asked. "Come on, caps and gowns? Pomp and circumstance? Screw that."

"Besides, if you moon the crowd, I'll make sure someone takes a picture of your boss's face. As a trophy."

Reno was sticking out his tongue again.

"Damn, Doji. If I had a photo of Tseng's reaction to that, I'd freakin' spend the money to have someone put it on a billboard."

He tilted his head, considering.

"You call that a dare, and if I'm around long enough to deal with stupid square caps and ugly robes, then I'll make it a point to show the entire graduatin' class my ass next year, zoto."

"Dare," she said automatically. "It's a promise, too, and I don't make those lightly.

"Dare, promise, all adds up to I almost feel sorry that the crowd's gotta look at my pasty white ass, but damn, it's so freakin' worth it."

There was a silence, then, as Reno seriously considered his next words.

...

Serious, serious consideration.

"Bonus points if I say "Wark" while I do it, yo."

"Add in a quality ass-wiggle, and I buy your drinks for the week. Rude's too, if he comes, since it's cruel of us to force him to watch that."

"Rude better show up for that," Reno snorted. "Ain't every day your best buddy graduates from High School. 'S like I'm growin' up, or some kinda shit like that, yo."

He paused, mulled it over, and then smirked.

"Ass wiggle? You're on."

"Quality ass wiggle, or the deal is off," she warned. "No half-assed, pun intended, wiggling. I want to see some artistry!"

"Clearly, you ain't never seen a Reno ass-wiggle before." Reno grinned and gave his butt a little shake, there on the bed. "There ain't no quality like Reno quality, zoto."

"I watched you drunkenly wark and wiggle your way around the tattoo parlor, remember?" Yurika giggled as she poked lightly at his hip. "Just because I was currently under the needle doesn't mean I wasn't paying attention. It was easier to watch you than to think about what I was doing."

"If nothin' else, at least I make a damn effective distraction, yo." He smirked for a moment more, and then gave a bit of a sigh. "I drink too damn much. Should work on that before I wind up with a 'Property Of' tattoo on the other cheek, yo."

She grinned wickedly. "No one told you? I had them ink 'My name is Reno. If found, return to Fandom High' on the other one. They gave us a two-for-one deal."

"Hey now, I was the sober one that day, and I still thought it was a good idea," she reminded him. "None of us were exactly the picture of restraint that week."

"But yeah, maybe pacing yourself wouldn't be a bad idea." Yurika shrugged slightly. "I know I'm guilty too, as is Romeo. I'm pretty sure he spent most of his time-travel adventures wasted off his ass."

"Absinthe with the Bohemians of a hundred years ago," Reno agreed, nodding slightly. "Shit. I was almost tempted to say yo to one of them angels and then turn around. Sounded like one hell of a place, yo. Nice postcards."

He was almost grinning again as he continued. "And I think they lied about the two-for-one deal, yo. Must've used a marker or somethin', because I could totally sit on the other cheek that week an' everything."

"You just couldn't feel it because the tattoo is so large, your ass probably went completely numb," Dōjima deadpanned.

"You know, I still haven't seen this postcard, I'm rather jealous. You get hot dancing girls, I get a 'happy birthday' card. So not fair. It was my birthday, I should have gotten dancing girls."

"Well, then I guess it's safe to say that Romeo loves me more," Reno said, managing to keep a straight face as the words left his mouth.

It took a whole two seconds for him to totally crack up afterward.

"Bite me, Red." Dōjima rolled her eyes and reached out to smack him lightly against the back of his head. "Here I didn't think he was your type."

Reno took the swat to the back of the head in stride.

"You know, you're right. He's too... somethin'. I'll think of it, jus' give me a moment, yoto."

He tilted his head. He considered.

"Oh yeah. Male."

"See, you've been limiting your Friday night fun right there," she teased, "Eliminating an entire gender is just short-sighted, silly."

"I'd tell you what you were missing, but, well, mine." Dōjima shrugged unapologetically. "I'm not very good with sharing."

"You know, I'd be more concerned about missin' out on that Friday night fun thing if it weren't for the fact that me an' Rik-"

Oh. Yes.

"Friday nights are overrated anyhow, zoto."

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