So there's a bar nobody goes to....

[two_guns_turk]

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[Bar times with Reno!]

[midgarhorizon]

[Of course, Reno is sitting at a table in the corner, watching the other people in the bar and taking whole shots of whiskey at a time, flirting with the waitresses and generally being cheerful, if somewhat quieter than usual. He's got something on his mind, and for anyone who knows him, that spells trouble of some sort.]

Re: [Bar times with Reno!]

[two_guns_turk]

Of course he is and there's another man sliding in across from him one eyebrow arching before he snags the latest shot and tosses it back.

"I thought you were working tonight."

[midgarhorizon]

"Who, me? I got the night off." Reno's tone is playful, but he looks almost disappointed when the whiskey disappears, and he motions to the bartender for a couple more before leaning back and shoving both legs out in a wide spread and shoving both hands in his pockets. "Ya sure you weren't thinking of Rod?"

[two_guns_turk]

"Nah, he's Alex's problem tonight and thank Gaia for that." He tossed back another shot when the bartender came back before rolling his eyes.

[midgarhorizon]

"Sounds like we got the place to ourselves. You got any plans for tonight?" Propping his head up on his palm, Reno pretends to look around the bar again, and pointedly not in Kieran's direction. "Heard there's a hot poker game in the back."

[two_guns_turk]

"For now anyway." And he had plans to be gone before Rod even had a chance to darken the door.

"Not all that interested in poker."

[midgarhorizon]

Downing another shot, Reno shakes his head in mock disappointment. "So what are ya interested in doing? Seems like a waste just sitting here. A free night needs excitement! Y'know, danger. And a lot of booze."

[two_guns_turk]

"Met my danger quota for the day with the rookie. The booze is good though." He drained another shotglass before setting it down.

"But don't let me stop you."

[midgarhorizon]

"And get in trouble by myself?" Reno's almost pouting, setting the shot glass on the table top. "Ok, ok, what do you suggest?"

[sayslittle]

Rude's a little later showing up than he'd planned to be, distracted by a last-minute task. Standard fare for Turks, and it's not something he intends to get too worked up over.

The bar's his first stop, so that he can grab two whiskeys, then he's right over to the corner table he knows Reno favours, placing one of the drinks in front of him as a better hello than he could otherwise offer before dropping into the seat next to him.

[midgarhorizon]

"Hey." Reno appreciated the drink, lining it up with one he already had, and gave Rude a look over. "You all right? Ya look a little out of sorts."

[sayslittle]

His initial response is a slight grunt that's supposed to be reassuring while he takes a sip of his drink, enjoying the slight burn of alcohol that draws a neat line between on duty and off-duty.

He turns to look back at Reno, then, seeking to supplement that answer. "Nothing the drink won't fix. You?"

There's usually a reason for Reno hiding out a little like this, after all, and Rude wants to know what it is this time.

[midgarhorizon]

He knows of course why Rude is asking. "Got my eye out for a potential late night." It's pretty straight forward and honest, as much as he ever was, and it is a pretty good reason to be scoping out the room. "Or at least get drunk where some jackass isn't going to try to punch my face in."

[sayslittle]

He sits up a little straighter at that. It's nothing unusual, from Reno, but it does tend to speak to very specific moods and that means he does what a good partner does and offers an ear.

Probably not a whole lot else. But then Reno should be used to that by now.

"Trouble?"

[midgarhorizon]

"Not really. Just feelin' a little restless and not really wantin' to be on the receiving end tonight." Translation: it isn't anything much other than rampaging hormones. Reno's still young enough to get hit with them from time to time. Resting both elbows on the table, he shrugs. "Kinda hate it when I get like this."

[sayslittle]

Rude nods a little at that. He'd never had it to quite the extent Reno does but he knows what it is to have too many feelings and no real outlet for them. And so Reno gets a solid pat on the shoulder, Rude's expression of how he understands.

He sits back a little, then, surveying the room before his lips curve into the tiny quirk that passes for his smile. "Any specifics?"

Because yes, he's quite willing to sit here and help Reno find possible matches if that's what he needs.

[midgarhorizon]

"Other than the norm? Not really." A sudden thumping noise comes from under the table, but the source isn't hard to find. Reno's taping his foot, making his knee bounce in a subconscious bundle of nerves. "Y'know, I was thinking about goin' down to Wall Market tonight. Look for some trouble. Things like that."

[Elena at work]

[saystoomuch]

She'd almost showed up late for her shift, getting so absorbed in her training that she'd lost track of the time and had only really been spared by the instructor's insistence that he had to lock up and that for that, she needed to not be there any more.

Sometimes she still wondered why she kept this job, why she stayed at this particular bar. All it ever seemed to get her was hassle from the new 'family' her sister had found for herself. And okay, maybe a little of it was bitterness over it being a family that she herself would never belong to - not that she wanted to, or so she always told herself. But it wasn't as though she had many other options available to her so this would do for now.

Besides. There were some perks, even if they didn't quite make up for the constant comments and comparisons, as though she didn't already know she'd never be as good as her sister.

[midgarhorizon]

Her first customer happens to be someone familiar and from that obnoxious family of her sister's. Reno's grinning at her, knowing full well she didn't always welcome them down at the bar, but he came down anyway. Call it a perverse sense of humor.

"Hey, Elena. You got any martinis made up?"

[saystoomuch]

If she was ever likely to admit to such a thing as a tolerable Turk, Reno is probably the one who's managed to come closest. She still resents him on principle but he doesn't seem to treat her quite as the others do. He seems to see her as her own person and that counts for something, even if she'll swear it's not enough.

It means something akin to favouritism, when she can get away with it, but she'll never admit it; even now, when she slides the drink over to him it's with a feigned dismissive air. "You're lucky. You just got the last one."

Or rather the first one, which she'd only done because she'd caught wind that he might be dropping by tonight.

[midgarhorizon]

"Funny how every time I come in here, ya make it just the way I like it." He's grinning like a cat, taking the glass in hand and sipping at it. Martinis were supposed to be savored, and nobody could tell him otherwise. They were one of his favorites, right next to a good scotch or whiskey. "How's your night, kiddo?"

[saystoomuch]

"Coincidence." It's nothing of the sort, but she's not about to admit it. If only because she doesn't need to give her sister any more ammunition for lectures and showing any hint of preferential treatment towards anyone at all, Turk or otherwise, is going to see her nagged at all over again.

She's already moving to start cleaning the bar top a little when he speaks again, prompting a slight shrug that's trying to be more laid back than she feels. "So far so good."

Mostly because he's the first Turk she's seen today but no need to mention that.

[midgarhorizon]

Her reply makes him snicker, and lean forward to whisper, "Ya mean so far, so good because the Turks haven't shown up yet." He's noticed how she always gets tense when the others show up, and the sister verbal matches were legendary already. "C'mon, Elena... we're not that bad, are we? Kinda rough bunch, but..."

[saystoomuch]

"You're here."

It's colder than she fully intends, mostly because she needs to remind herself that he is one of them, even if he doesn't annoy her quite as much as the others. That and she's clamming up a little at what feels a little like an interrogation because her feelings are hers and private and no-one else is allowed them, especially not a Turk.

[midgarhorizon]

"Now that kinda hurts." He scrunched up his face at her, pouting. Yes, that was pouting, chin propped on palm and squinting his eyes at her. "I always thought we got along."