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Rosa had voted for the sunny shores of Costa del Sol, but she'd been out-voted three-to-one.

They'd wound up at the Gold Saucer instead. It was tacky, it was beautiful. There wasn't an inch of that wasn't infused and inundated with blaring noises and lights that dazzled the senses. It was rotten to the core and unabashed about it. Come play a game, the Gold Saucer beckoned, try and win against me.

Ino loved it.

She loved the sparkling lights, the crowds, the sheer noise of it. She loved the quiet glittering world that spread out beneath her when she rode the gondola, she loved the chocobo races, she loved all the different ways she could cause trouble and not get in trouble.

(Though her uniform likely helped with that.)

As soon as they'd ditched their things in their hotel room, Ino had grabbed Reno, since Rosa had been too slow at not being left with Rude to avoid such a fate (secretly, that was exactly what Rosa had wanted), and headed out.

They hit the games room about twenty minutes after they'd arrived. Two Turks, in jet black suits, Reno's looking sloppy, hers' adorned with a flimsy pink ribbon instead of a tie. His hair was pulled back into that ridiculous ponytail of his, while her hair was loose and shimmering down around her in a pale blonde waterfall. Neither of them was visible armed, which meant nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

She tended to bounce a little when she walked, he sauntered, or slouched, as the step and his mood took him.

Ino's grin was unrepentant as she took in the rising wariness of the employees of the Gold Saucer and picked out her first target.

"Oh my gods," Ino said, leaning around Reno, and pointing with one hand. Her nails were the same pink as her ribbon. "Reno, you still owe me from the last job. Get me one of those chocobo plushies or I cut you."

[OOC: Unlike the puppy, as of this post, Ino is reachable by phone/email/text! Post is for the one she's threatening to cut and anyone who feels like calling. I'm so happy to have her back! \o/]

Date: 2016-07-01 12:07 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
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"Yeah, yeah," Reno snorted, shaking his head in amusement. "Calm your tits, Iris, I'll show you how it's done."

He was already sauntering toward the claw machine, fishing in one pocket for a few spare coins. Piece of cake. And anyway, the rookie here would have to catch him if she wanted to cut him. He wasn't too terribly concerned.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:09 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
It's okay, Ino and Rosalind. Reno was going to drink enough to make up for the both of you, with a little something extra on the side in case Rude was having a slow night.

"You sure you want the chocobo? There's a mog right there." He was stuffing a few gold coins into the machine even as he spoke, leaning in and eying up the prospects within the big glass cage. "It's wearin' a scarf, see?"

Date: 2016-07-01 12:11 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Smirk)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
Reno snorted at that, and then shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "Suit yourself, yo. Still gonna show you how it's done."

Damn right he was going for the mog. If he positioned the claw just so...

"Ha! Two for one, yo!"

And a chocobo for Ino.

The Saucer HATED it when the Turks came to play.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:14 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"And don't say I never do nothin' for you, Rookie," Reno snorted, crouching down to get the two stuffed toys, tossing her the bright yellow bird, and tucking the mog under one armpit. "Now we're even, yo."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:17 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Heeey now," Reno laughed. "Who's whose minion, here? I got seniority."

This was an old battle he'd been fighting. But really, Reno wasn't going to let her win so easily.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:20 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Hey," Reno drawled, raising an eyebrow and smirking easily, "I can't do that. I pull my hair back that tight and my brain'll start cramping up, yo."

That was how that worked, right?

Date: 2016-07-01 12:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"I try not to draw too much attention to it," Reno snorted, and then leaned forward to get a better look at whatever was left in the claw game pile. "See? Ain't no way I can be Tseng. He's better'n everyone and he wants to make damn sure we all know it."

Reno had attitude issues and a superiority complex, but they manifested in very different ways. Open-shirt ways, and 'beat on things with sticks' ways, and blowing the occasional raspberry while flipping the bird. Tseng was just... stuffy.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:25 am (UTC)
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Heh, Rosalind's 'broken phone' syndrome was an inspiration to every Turk. Reno had taken note of that trick and was holding it in reserve for himself for later, himself. He squinted into the machine, seeking out the Flower Prong, and then tried to pick out what thing Ino was talking about next.

"Bald like him? You talkin' about the goblin or the adamantaimai?"

Poor Rude. You looked so much better than the goblin.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:27 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
Yeah, the goblin wasn't wearing that track suit very well. Whereas Rude... wouldn't be caught dead in a track suit. So.

"Okay, so we get Rude the adamantaimai," Reno decided, laughing. "And... shit, check out that cactuar. It looks half as constipated as Tseng does whenever Rosa's phone breaks, yoto."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:31 am (UTC)
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"We can put it in a little suit," Reno mused, taking a stroll around the machine. "Give it little guns. Put shoes on it that are a bit too pinchy, zoto..."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"So... all we gotta do is get it." Reno cast her a sideways glance, a smirk toying at his lips. "You want the honors this time, or do I gotta do all the work around here?"

Date: 2016-07-01 12:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"I earn my keep, yo," Reno protested lightly. Though, after a pause, he amended, "When it matters, anyway."

Why the hell put in more effort than was strictly necessary whenever he was off the clock?

Date: 2016-07-01 12:35 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
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"Yeah, sure," Reno laughed, tucking the chocobo under his mog-free armpit. "Show this old man here how it's done, Rookie."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:36 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"That said, you manage to pull it off, and I'll buy your drinks for the next week," Reno teased. "C'mon, Rookie. Show me up."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:37 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Serious)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
There was a reason the Gold Saucer staff hated the Turks. That wasn't stopping Reno from leaning back and smirking. Like he cared enough about playing fair to call her out on something as little as shaking a machine that most people thought was rigged in the first place? Honestly, now.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:38 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Wow me first, then we'll talk," Reno laughed. He wasn't tying himself into any deal he couldn't weasel his way out of, Ino. Sorry.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:40 am (UTC)
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Reno gave the machine a scrutinizing sort of look.

"Eh, close enough for government work."

And then, ever so casually, he leaned sideways and thumped a shoulder against the box. So that he could lean against it, obviously. Nothing suspect over here.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:41 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
Reno just grinned, never one to take the fun out of something if he could help it.

"Tseng is gonna shit himself," he decided. "I can't wait, yo. Hey, Rookie, what do you say we hit up somethin' else now? We've gotten all the good ones outta here, I think."

Date: 2016-07-01 12:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Ugh, anything but that," Reno agreed, wrinkling his nose and making no secret of the fact that he'd sooner have root canal done than go see a play or something. "What about we go play somethin' that'll win us some new materia, next? I can always use some more thundaga."

As if he didn't have enough already.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:44 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Bitchplease)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Like hell I'm sittin' my ass on one of them birds," Reno snorted. "Fightin's more my speed, yo. You?"

Date: 2016-07-01 12:46 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Its a BOMB)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
"Meet up in a bit," Reno agreed, smirking. "Don't bet on any bird I wouldn't bet on, yo."

... Let's be real. Reno would bet on any one of them.

Date: 2016-07-01 12:48 am (UTC)
raspberryturk: (Dept. of Admin. Research)
From: [personal profile] raspberryturk
And in reply to that, Reno just gave her a wink and blew her a kiss before tossing her chocobo plush back to her and then vanishing into the crowd.

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