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20 December 2005 09:59![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cog_nomenIt's amazing how I can write a whole fic about Rude and he gets maybe two lines of dialog in it. This one's in the same universe as the previous FF7-AC fic, as will be all of my upcoming character centered pieces.
Fandom: FF7-AC
Theme: Tradition
Rating: PG for Reno
Every year for Christmas, Rude bought Reno brandy. It was expensive, hand-crafted brandy, designed for finer tastes than Reno had.
For the fifth year in a row, he felt repetitive and boring. It was becoming more of a Christmas tradition than a Christmas present. He bought the brandy - the man behind the counter at the store commenting something about fine tastes and repetitions - but he decided that this year he could spring for something extra. Maybe something that would still be tangible by Christmas morning.
Maybe it was a bad idea to out and out ask Reno what he wanted for Christmas. Straightforward was a good approach with Reno, usually, except when the other man felt the need to be difficult.
"Sex." Reno said, straight faced as he ever was. "I wanna get laid for Christmas."
Rude was almost sorry that he hadn't guessed. "I was looking for a gift idea, Reno."
Reno grinned, screwed up one eye in an appraising look, and gave Rude a long, up and down once-over. "I thought you'd never get wise."
Rude, feeling that his cheeks seemed a little warmer than usual thrust the bottle into Reno's fingers. "Be serious." He advised.
Arching his brows, Reno did his best to look the epitome of innocent. At least he didn't seem unsatisfied with the gift. "Brandy!" He guessed, without taking the clumsy wrapping off. "Have a glass with me, hey?"
That part was traditional, too.
"Don't you mind that I get you the same thing every year?" Rude asked, as Reno fetched glasses. The wrapping paper, within an immeasurably small space of time, had found it's way to the floor in little pieces. Rude bent to crumple them into his hand before Tseng had a fit about the litter on the floor.
"Nah. The world's all gone to shit. It's nice to have one thing the same, yo!" Returning with cups that were plastic from the shared kitchen, Reno poured for them both. "'Sides, it's good Brandy."
It was nice to have some solidarity again. Rude felt out of place in the new ShinRa headquarters, everything was clean and white and new. Except Reno's room, which was still somewhat white and new, but nothing like clean. The Turks were still busy, but mostly running errands, going to and fro and finding prices. Setting contracts. It felt a lot like proper work - and all of them felt faintly uncomfortable doing that again.
They both drank, falling quiet. It was good brandy. Reno finished his glass with a toss of his head, sipping be damned. He did most of the talking, especially when he was drunk. "Gonna have a big dinner t'morrow night I hear. Unfortunately," The redhead's tone dropped low, conspiratorially. "I hear 'Lena's going to be doing the cooking."
Rude pulled his cup away from his mouth, hesitant.
"Yeah, sca-ry." He shrugged his shoulders. "But you better eat and pretend ya like it, or she'll probably cry, yo. You know how she is. You know how the boss gets."
Tilting his head back, Rude finished the rest of his cup, held it out for a refill. Both he and Reno realized they were standing in the middle of the living room and getting drunk on a new carpet at the same time. They both headed for the kitchen, hesitant to stain the rug with expensive brandy.
"Maybe she's good. You never know." Reno didn't seem too optimistic. The bottle was half empty, and he settled it on the counter to lean in the corner of the new cabinets, propping himself up on the counter. "Maybe Chocobos fly."
There was another long silence as they both drank. Rude abstained when Reno offered a refill. Reno had no problems finishing the rest of the bottle himself. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Rufus'll realize what a horrible idea it is to let her cook. Then we can just get takeout, yo." Reno laughed a little, easy with intoxication. "That's a real Christmas dinner. 'Sa way I always remember it, anyway."
Without comment, Rude hoisted Reno's arm over his shoulder, and started to head him back toward his bedroom. "Brandy again next year?"
"Sex." Reno insisted. "Next year."
Fandom: FF7-AC
Theme: Tradition
Rating: PG for Reno
Every year for Christmas, Rude bought Reno brandy. It was expensive, hand-crafted brandy, designed for finer tastes than Reno had.
For the fifth year in a row, he felt repetitive and boring. It was becoming more of a Christmas tradition than a Christmas present. He bought the brandy - the man behind the counter at the store commenting something about fine tastes and repetitions - but he decided that this year he could spring for something extra. Maybe something that would still be tangible by Christmas morning.
Maybe it was a bad idea to out and out ask Reno what he wanted for Christmas. Straightforward was a good approach with Reno, usually, except when the other man felt the need to be difficult.
"Sex." Reno said, straight faced as he ever was. "I wanna get laid for Christmas."
Rude was almost sorry that he hadn't guessed. "I was looking for a gift idea, Reno."
Reno grinned, screwed up one eye in an appraising look, and gave Rude a long, up and down once-over. "I thought you'd never get wise."
Rude, feeling that his cheeks seemed a little warmer than usual thrust the bottle into Reno's fingers. "Be serious." He advised.
Arching his brows, Reno did his best to look the epitome of innocent. At least he didn't seem unsatisfied with the gift. "Brandy!" He guessed, without taking the clumsy wrapping off. "Have a glass with me, hey?"
That part was traditional, too.
"Don't you mind that I get you the same thing every year?" Rude asked, as Reno fetched glasses. The wrapping paper, within an immeasurably small space of time, had found it's way to the floor in little pieces. Rude bent to crumple them into his hand before Tseng had a fit about the litter on the floor.
"Nah. The world's all gone to shit. It's nice to have one thing the same, yo!" Returning with cups that were plastic from the shared kitchen, Reno poured for them both. "'Sides, it's good Brandy."
It was nice to have some solidarity again. Rude felt out of place in the new ShinRa headquarters, everything was clean and white and new. Except Reno's room, which was still somewhat white and new, but nothing like clean. The Turks were still busy, but mostly running errands, going to and fro and finding prices. Setting contracts. It felt a lot like proper work - and all of them felt faintly uncomfortable doing that again.
They both drank, falling quiet. It was good brandy. Reno finished his glass with a toss of his head, sipping be damned. He did most of the talking, especially when he was drunk. "Gonna have a big dinner t'morrow night I hear. Unfortunately," The redhead's tone dropped low, conspiratorially. "I hear 'Lena's going to be doing the cooking."
Rude pulled his cup away from his mouth, hesitant.
"Yeah, sca-ry." He shrugged his shoulders. "But you better eat and pretend ya like it, or she'll probably cry, yo. You know how she is. You know how the boss gets."
Tilting his head back, Rude finished the rest of his cup, held it out for a refill. Both he and Reno realized they were standing in the middle of the living room and getting drunk on a new carpet at the same time. They both headed for the kitchen, hesitant to stain the rug with expensive brandy.
"Maybe she's good. You never know." Reno didn't seem too optimistic. The bottle was half empty, and he settled it on the counter to lean in the corner of the new cabinets, propping himself up on the counter. "Maybe Chocobos fly."
There was another long silence as they both drank. Rude abstained when Reno offered a refill. Reno had no problems finishing the rest of the bottle himself. "Maybe we'll get lucky and Rufus'll realize what a horrible idea it is to let her cook. Then we can just get takeout, yo." Reno laughed a little, easy with intoxication. "That's a real Christmas dinner. 'Sa way I always remember it, anyway."
Without comment, Rude hoisted Reno's arm over his shoulder, and started to head him back toward his bedroom. "Brandy again next year?"
"Sex." Reno insisted. "Next year."
