Reno of the Turks

It was one of those nights in Midgar. He had gotten off of work early, or rather, he had actually just left work without warning early considering he wasn't sticking around to do some lame ass paperwork. His immediate location of refuge after work was a bar in Sector 6 WallMarket. He wasn't against going to the slums, and the Wall Market had the HoneyBee Inn as well, so that was a plus in his book. Granted he wouldn't touch the women in that place for the sole reason that the sleazeball Don Corneo owns the place, which meant he's most likely had his way with each of them. He didn't want to touch anything that he's played with because who knew what that man was carrying.

Sector Six had a wonderful bar, one that he frequently goes to, and frequently gets thrown out of. Granted, he is a Turk and could actually still put up a decent drunken fight, but he also liked his alcohol so knew better then to not listen to the head of the place when he was given the last straw to get out. Although he had to give the gramps props for not just being some pushover that feared the Turk's position.

Well actually, tonight he hadn't been tossed out. He had actually more or less gotten into a little fight with half a dozen other drunk men. If he had been sober he probably would have had much trouble dealing with drunkards, but since he had been one of them, the thought of pulling out his pistol or his Electro-Rod hadn't even crossed his mind in the slightest when he was using his face as a shield. His nose was bleeding, but it wasn't broken, and the right side of his face had a reddening mark on it. He may have looked like he took a few good shots to the face, but he was certain that he had at least done worse to a few of them.

Although, he couldn't be sure. That whole fight was drunken amusement on Reno's end, and since he couldn't go back into the bar he had just stepped out to have a 'chat' with, he had begun wandering out of the sector. He moved pass the playground outside of Sector Six and moved right on over to Sector Seven. He never really went there because he never heard much about it, nothing that would bring in the attention of him or any other fellow Turk. He just wasn't going to make it back to the upper levels without a few more drinks and Sector Seven was the closest sector to the Wall Market. Whether or not there was a bar he didn't know, but he could at least take a look around to see if there had been.

At first glance it seemed like all hope was lost because it seemed like small huts representing houses were the only thing in the place. He almost went to head back out of the sector when he caught sight of a lighted sign flashing '7th Heaven.' 'There's a gay ass name...' Reno thought with a crooked smile. His eyes brightened with the prospect of it being a bar. But anything opened up this late at night had to be something that served alcohol. He may have just gotten out of a bar fight and may have already gotten alcohol, but he was still able to stand straight up on his feet so he clearly hadn't had enough yet.

He lifted his sleeve up and wiped his bleeding nose on it as he began to wander up the wooden steps. His jacket was unbuttoned, his white shirt had blood marks on it, either his or the other drunks' he wasn't sure. His entire suit looked as though he had been rolling around in the dirt, which he had been in a way. He was certain he actually bit someone's ankle, or maybe his ankle was the one being bit. He didn't care enough to actually check. Someone's ankle had been bitten, that's all that mattered.

He gave a lopsided smile followed by a laugh as he pushed open the doors to the bar. It was a tiny little place, and didn't look like it had much business at the moment. There were a few people drinking, but not much. Everyone seemed to settle in the front of the bar at the counter, there were two square tables set up, but the counter was where the drinkers were hanging around. He immediately found out the exact reason.

'Boobs!' Reno just found his new favorite bar by the looks of things. Depending on how good the alcohol was at least. But who knew such a piece of meat would be located down in the slums of all places? Why hadn't he checked out Sector Seven earlier. He made his way across the bar, partially tripping on a chair, and almost crashing his face against the edge of one of the tables. Luckily he still had reflexes and caught himself with his hands before pushing himself back to his feet and making it all the way to the counter in one piece. At least in the piece that was left of him.

He got himself situated into one stool and spun it in a complete circle two times once he was seated. He always did it when he got to a new bar, he needed to test the stool's durability so he would know whether or not it would be able to hold him up when he would need it to. It passed his simple examination. He slapped his hand down on the counter three times. One to get Boobs' attention, second to splash some of the drinks around, and lastly to annoy everyone. "Booze Boobs!" He felt a smirk slide across his lips already. Oh he's going to have fun with this one.

Oh Reno, how you get yourself into trouble. Great audition!

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