onepassingnight | 1st mission ☀ fun in the sun

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1st mission ☀ fun in the sun

[Reno's one of the hardest working women in Edge, and lately it seems like there's been nothing but work in her life, especially since the city got trashed by those freaks. So when she dreams tonight, her mind drifts away to somewhere quite different: the sunny shores of Costa del Sol--not the most exciting place, usually, but a far cry from the gray skies and grayer buildings of the city.]

☀ #1:
[Miles of pure, untouched, sandy coastline--so tempting to mar it with beer bottles and cigarettes, which is exactly what Reno has done, putting out all her cigarettes in the sand and leaving the green and golden-brown bottles strewn around her, gleaming in the sun. She herself is stretched out on a towel, wearing a black bikini, sunglasses on her face. She's twisted one of her bikini straps around to form a makeshift holster for her Electro-Mag Rod. Because this is a dream, there's no need to worry about the redhead's nemesis: sunburn. She could lie out here all day without turning so much as pink. Lounging beside her is another woman, but at some point she gets up and wanders off. Reno grunts and lets her go, lighting another cigarette and slipping it between her lips. She's sure Rude'll be back later.]

☀ #2:
[There's a party on the shore: a bonfire, people singing and dancing. Reno isn't exactly attending. Instead, she's slinking around in the dark, setting charges in the sand. Once she's done her work, and the festivities are surrounded, she leaves the revelers behind. When she gets some distance between herself and the party, she turns back, just in time to see the explosives go off and the sand go up. And to hear the people start screaming. She grins.]

☀ #3:
[Now Reno, still in her bikini, has engaged in a heated bout of fisticuffs with a large (and suspiciously attractive) young man. She has a black eye and her fists are bloodied, but she clearly is enjoying herself, and the man is in much worse shape. He's covered in bruises, and his nose is bleeding, but she shows no sign of relenting.]

[[OOC: Feel free to encounter Reno at any point during her dream.]]

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Too late, you're already there.

[When she's awake, reality is no match for her perspective (at least, not in her mind), and her sense of what is and what should be makes the dream shape quickly to her will. Now they're in a dimly-lit bar, full of people, and Reno's dressed in her usual garb: messy white shirt and messy black suit.

The crowd has a sense of who she is, and there's a decided deference in their manner toward her as she saunters up to the bar, turning back toward Ami with a careless air.]

What'll you have?

Without waiting for me to decide to come? [Tsk, Reno. You'd better make it up to her by paying.]

I haven't been to this bar before, so recommend something.

Why would you need to decide? Who'd say no to this? I figured I'd save us some time.

[Of course she's paying. Everything gets charged to ShinRa.]

How about a White Nightmare? That'll really take your breath away.

[You know something, Reno? You might be just the kind of person she needs to pull her into loosening up a bit, whether she plans on it or not.]

A White Nightmare. [She repeats it as someone unfamiliar with it.] What is it?

[Loosening people up is one of Reno's goals in life.]

You're not from around here, are you? A White Nightmare's a drink named after a very important person. It's white, it's on fire, and it'll knock you the fuck out.

Do you really think fire can compare with water?

I'll try your drink.

[What kind of question is that?] It's a flaming drink. You're supposed to blow it out before you drink it. It'd defeat the purpose if you poured water on it.

I'll get you one. [Reno's just having beer for now. She turns to the bartender to order.]

[The truth is, she doesn't drink much (and had taken the 'on fire' for metaphorical). She's not quite legal age yet (not that most bars in her world wouldn't serve her anyway, but she has a strange sense of propriety); but it can be useful as a way to ~~connect with people~~ make contacts.]

Go ahead.

For someone who likes that sort of drink, though, isn't yours pretty simple?

I don't drink cocktails. I take my liquor straight. [Reno just likes to see other people drink ridiculous cocktails. A glass seems to appear in her hand, full of a pale, whitish fluid that's, as promised, on fire.]

Here y'go, beautiful. Drink up.

[Beautiful? She hadn't expected that. She knows it's only words, but she hadn't expected that simple, encompassing, no-questions-asked, rough friendliness.

It makes even her warm up a little. She finds a much more natural smile as she takes the drink, and blows out the fire without difficulty. She takes a testing sip first.]

[When Reno's in a good mood, she tends to be more friendly. Blowing things up, drinking beer, and being on vacation put her in a good mood, and she's got nothing against giving a pretty girl drinks.]

So, what do you think? Strong enough for you?

[Arrogance demands only one answer. Ami takes a large drink. She grins arrogantly, and her lips part to shape the word perfectly.]

Almost.

[Reno laughs, genuinely amused by this.] Oh, I guess we'll have to find the doctor something stronger.

Here, I've got another one for you. [Reno has another glass now--this one's a layered shot, deep brown and deep red, whatever it is. It's also on fire. In fact, the glass seems to be glowing warmly in a way that's not quite normal.] Have a Meteor. [Either she likes drinks named after recent world disasters, or it's those less pleasant parts of her history rising up and making themselves felt in the dream in small ways.]

[She knows, still, not to drink too much, not to go over her head. She has a strong reserve of self-control. But she judges that her body, different anyway, should be able to handle the alcohol of the new drink.

So she takes it. She watches the glowing effect just long enough to appreciate it before she takes a testing sip of this one, too.]

Edited 2011-10-31 04:19 (UTC)

[A testing sip? Not on Reno's watch.]

Oh no, you're not a kid, you're a doctor. You're not getting away with that. [Her hand darts forward, repositioning the shot glass so that it tilts in what she believes is the correct angle, which would ideally send the alcohol into Ami's mouth and down her throat.]

You take all your medicine at once, doctor.

[She coughs, simply from the unexpectedness of the sudden burning her throat. She gives Reno a rather irritable look as soon as she recovers herself.]

Don't just do things so suddenly.

Why not? That's what I always do. Sudden's the only way to do things.

'Sides, I've got your best interests at heart. Don't worry. [She smiles. Look how innocent she looks.]

It's better that way.

If you're too impulsive, you won't be ready for the situations you find yourself in.

[Even to her, it sounds too serious and fussy.]

Are you kidding? Being impulsive's done me a lot more good than sitting back and thinking.

If I sat and thought about everything before I did it, I'd be dead by now.

It's generally the opposite. Plans need a clear head to carry them out.

Yeah, you carry out the plan, but you've got to act fast when the situation changes, like it usually does.

Plans are just a guideline. What you need is instinct.

And uh, by the way, we're drinking in a bar here. There's not exactly a plan in effect.

[It's the same she's been told before - in training, no less: stop overthinking and slowing herself down. Learn to trust those warrior's instincts inside her.

Funny how it comes down to a drink in a bar. She almost, almost smiles at herself.]

Then shall we enjoy our drinks?

[For her part, Reno mostly gets told to think before she acts, but she'd hardly going to admit to that. Surely any criticism of her time-tested technique is flawed.

Reno leans back against the bar, satisfied with this, taking a long, deep swig of her beer.] Sounds good to me.

So, you got a boyfriend, doctor?

[A boyfriend? A sharp glance would catch the way her hand tightens around her drink; but she maintains her composure otherwise.]

Nothing like that.

I have other things on my mind instead. My career, for one.

[It has the faint ring of rationalization, as she pushes away thoughts of a man who might have been something like that. He's nowhere, now.]

Edited 2011-11-01 00:52 (UTC)

[She caught the slight tensing. She is a pro, and she's far more observant than she acts, but she gives no sign that she noticed.] Yeah, boyfriends are a pain in the ass. I've got a career too, and I don't want one either. But I know how to enjoy myself. You can't work all the time. That's just stupid.

[She nods toward the crowd.] You see any guys you like? [A pause.] Or maybe you already got one you like?

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I think this is the start of a messed-up and wrong friendship XD

And isn't that the best kind of friendship? ;3

always. they need to get into so much mischief and trouble together.

Yes, all the trouble!

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I cannot. stop. laughing. at this thread. <3 thank you

Yay! I'm so glad. <3

Re: Yay! I'm so glad. <3

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