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Who: Reno, Nanaki and OPEN
What: Being a drunk and oblivious is the only way to be
Where: Costa del Sol
When: Late afternoon
Rating: Rated Reno…or TBA…but really, Reno should be enough



If ever a man were to procrastinate be gifted with plenty of free time on his hands there was nary a better way to spend it than at Costa del Sol, ignorant of life’s problems as the cerulean waves lulled you into a state of sottishness. Or maybe it was the rum punch dangling precariously in his fingers, an orangey-red drink with all the fruity trimmings and topped off with an umbrella. Don’t judge, he’s off duty and he’ll drink whatever the hell he wants to drink.

Ah yes, nothing like it! Blue skies, blue sea…blue, blue and blue as far as it could stretch--beyond a coast of crushed gold and powdered diamonds. But even better than blue waters and clear skies and almost as good as the mouthwatering beverage in his hands…almost…were the scantly clad beauties roaming about adventurous and erotic and interesting. Men and women gloriously underdressed as it was meant to be…and Reno who had also forsaken the usual vestments, dressed down in brightly colored board shorts and t-shirt, shades over his eyes as he watched the day roll on by with a lazy kind of candor.

Now that he thought about it--and no he wasn’t beyond thinking at this point--it seemed as though he had a gross amount of free time on his hands these days. No missions, no harangue, no Elena chirping in his ear…Gaia it was enough to make a man sober. Of course there was something he missed a little. Rude’s shiny, bald head, but he’d take the babes and the drinks any day; there was absolutely nothing that could ruin such a perfect panorama. Well except for Cloud or any one of his little friends rearing their heads to ruin the good vibe…or something akin to it. The last thing he needed was the good-guy sermon about why he was wasting away out here when he could be helping out with this or that. It was the least he could do after his atrocities...no...no...taking a leisurely sip from his drink, that was the least he could do.

Though he doubted the probability of something like that happening, the day was much to perfect.