IM ON A BOAT MUTHAFUCKA DONT YOU EER FORGET

[backwater]

[ FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS: look up some old friends. This is a weird and wild new world and even if Zack isn't certain what his place in the grand scheme of things is supposed to be (except NOT DEAD, RENO), well, friends are the perfect place to start! They're the only home he's ever needed anyway. Fuck off with your Shinra shit, he's going through old Tinder matches and on-the-lam connects, reacquainting and reuniting, and it's just such a grand old affair. What a time to be alive. (Reno.)

And then he remembers these girls. Fires off a text, and wouldn't you know it? They're hosting a yacht party and asking if he can bring some cute friends. And can he. Time to dash out a mass text to all 104 friends he has in this world:

ayyyyyy yacht party! get here quick, were goin to costa!! 🌞🍸👙
🌐 Tap here to view Zack Fair's location

The yacht picks them up in Greater Midgar and there are plenty of babes and beverages to go around for the (too-short, wtf) ride over to Costa del Sol. But once they're there, it's all rum runners and bikinis and cookouts, motherfucker. The yacht will remain docked close-by, just in case you need to puke your guts out in the loo or make good use of the lush cabin space, but c'mon. Almost all of you are pale as fuck get some Vitamin D from somewhere other than Rufus, you cocksuckers.

Anyway. Enjoy! ]

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[electroburst]

[ Well, that's... not quite what he expected. Rufus's chaotic energy, remember? You just never know what's coming. Usually Reno kinda likes that, but sometimes it throws him. Times like now, when he's thinking one thing and gets a mouthful of, er, Rufus's mouth. He's not about to drop the ball, though. He kisses back, and doesn't go far when they part. ]

Huh. Well, that ain't like me...

[ In that case, fuck that drink. Reno reaches for Rufus's hand, the one holding the glass, and assists him with tipping it to the side and whatever's left in the glass all over him. For the most part, he only gets it on himself, sloshes it down his chest and stomach with a little laugh. Not at all like blood. It's fine. ]

Fuck that shit, then.

[ambitiousblond]

So careless...

[Rufus laughed as Reno tipped the drink over himself, not caring that some of it got on him as well. Parts of his white shirt had drops of red on it, more clothes Reno ruined, but Rufus was willing to forgive him.

He chucked the glass to the side, not looking up when it shattered on the ground.]

How are you going to make it up to me?

[electroburst]

Well, I obviously can't be trusted to make another one...

[ Make it up to him, huh. So that's it. Reno grins in a funny sort of way, both at dousing himself in sticky juice and alcohol and also at the notion of having something to make up for. Guess he does, huh? What a colossal fuckup he's been lately. And now he can't even make his fuckin' drinks right (he's pretty sure the drink was fine). He gives Rufus a glance up and down, appraising his options. How will he absolve himself of this most heinous screwup without having to talk about it?

The not having to talk part makes it pretty easy honestly. He slides over, onto the slatted wood floor knees-first to rest his head against Rufus's thigh, both hands resting on either side of the chair for balance. ]

Maybe like this? Whadya think?

[ambitiousblond]

"I think that's a good start," Rufus remarks as he reached out to run a hand through Reno's hair idly, pulling on it lightly.

"But you know that I don't bestow my forgiveness that easily," he laughs with amusement as his fingers trailed down to touch Reno's sticky skin down to the corner of his lips. He pressed his thumb there, encouraging Reno to open his mouth. "You're already a mess though, aren't you?"