[ Not cactuars, dummy, succulents! But yeah, Reno's gaze jumps to the dangling cactuar on his wrist, too, and he gets that kinda fuzzy feeling all over again. Yeah, cactus-sesses are their thing. Smirking, he gives his wrist a little shake so that the charm swings back and forth as he's taking another sip of his drink. It's meant to help him muffle his grin (and probably his laughter) when Roche laughs like that. Fuck, he's starting to get a little sloppy. This shit is gonna take him from pleasantly buzzed to drunk real quick. It kind of already is. Plus he's been dry for, what, several months? Yeah. It's already going to his head. His cheeks are getting a little ruddy. ]

Make sure you tell her which Turk, specifically. Oh, and you better come dressed for the part! I want fishnets, the little stinger bee ass thing, wings... the works. Evidently Rude's got a hookup with the proprietor for playing dressup. You should ask him to connect you. Aw, he'll make you pretty.

[ Can you imagine? yes. He can, and he is, and it's glorious. Oh, but wait— ]

Mm, you're already pretty, actually.

[ yeah, the dalmore's getting to him. ]