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When; November 30th, Sunday Evening
Rating; None so far
Characters; Reno

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Summary; Reno had asked Anita out to dinner, to a little Italian place for a little fun.
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The thing about Reno was that with most people, he didn't seem the type they could rely on very well. It was something about the way he looked, he figured, but appearances didn't always tell the truth. When Reno made a promise, he usually did it. So there he was, clean and groomed, standing outside of the Italian place Anita had spoke of, dressed up in his nicest set of clothing (which wasn't very dressy anyway, button up shirt and jeans), hands in his pockets and whistling.

Maybe it was a little early... but he figured out soon enough in his youth that girls didn't like being kept waiting. Reno was the sort of person that figured out the trick to most things he tried with more or less success.

A nice dinner would do them both good, he thought. Anita seemed a bit stressed out, judging from some of her entries lately, and he knew he was definitely after that really annoying confession curse. She was probably one of the few he knew enough (read:trusted) to ask, and probably the only one that wouldn't remind him of things at home.

So he waited.

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Sure enough, Anita showed up a little early, being a pretty punctuial person herself. She was just as casual as he was, dressed down in her best jeans and a soft dark sweater which did a wonderful job blending with the ever present shoulder rig and weaponry that was otherwise visible.

A smile crossed her face when she noticed him waiting and yes, such things were always good for points in her book.

"Haven't been here long, have you?"

He grinned upon spotting her, but shook his head. "Nah, just a few minutes. Told ya I'd get cleaned up, didn't I?" Maybe it'd be too much... or maybe it was kinda old fashioned, but he held his arm out with a wink. "Ready for a great night of fun?"

"Always up for some fun." With a chuckle, she took his arm and let him lead her along.

Going inside the little restaurant, he made sure to get a nice table off and away from the bustle of the kitchen, even pulling out the seat for her. See, he could be nice when he wanted, right?

"How've ya been lately? Don't seem to get to talk as much as we used to." Reno said, taking his own across from her.

A rare show of manners, indeed. It made her smile a bit as she settled into the seat. A waitress appeared quickly, asking after their drinks. As usual, Anita ordered just water.

"I've been alright other than stupid curses and such. Just been keeping busy. You know how that is. How've you been?"

Reno put in an order for a lemonade and sat back, hesitating a moment before answering. There was so much going on lately, his own issues with the others from his world and the fact the city continued to torment him with curses. "So so, but I'd rather not talk about it. Lot of issues at home, and I'm not talking about the cats. Distractions don't come as much as I like." He shrugged, then the waitress appeared with their drinks. "I got a better job though, so hoping that fixes things a bit."

She nodded a thank you to the waitress and steepled her hands over her braced elbows. While she was curious what had been going on with Reno and the rest of the bunch from their home, she didn't press. It wasn't her business, especially now, and she figured that he'd tell her what was going on if he wanted to.

"Where're you working now?"

Reno took a sip of the cool lemonade before answering. "City Solutions, as security. Not exactly like what I used to do at home, but close enough." For that, he seemed a bit thoughtful, taking another sip before setting his glass down. "What about you? What are you working since you came back?"

Her fingers were busy tracing patters on the now damp side of her glass. "I'm working at Lux again. I thought about going back to the police force, but there's no way in hell I would if Charming's still Warden. He's an ass and an idiot, which is a bad combo."

Taking another sip was a bad idea apparently, and he tried hard not to laugh. "Yeah, well, I know what that's like, workin' under someone like that." He said, when he managed to get the urge to cough under control. "There was a guy named Heidegger... but I see what ya mean. The police force doesn't seem really adept t'me. I'm used to gettin' things done right away."

"We really did try, you know. Most of the time, the force's hands are tied by Charming's rules and such. I'm just gonna be happy working as a bouncer in a bar, thank you. I'd shoot Charming if I went back and that wouldn't go over really well."

She was smirking over the rim of her glass as she took a drink.

Raising an eyebrow, he gave her a searching look. "Y'know, I bet you probably would. Say, Anita, what'd you do back home? I've known you for a while, but don't know much about you."

Ah yes. Which part does she need to tell him? Steepling her fingers, she leaned back a little.

"I was a licensed vampire executioner and I was born a necromancer. I used to help the police back home with preternatural murders and such and became a Federal Marshal to make that part of my job easier."

Say what? Reno sat there a moment and pondered, trying to sort out what she said a little. Oh, he understood the gist, he just didn't quite know the significance.

"You kill vampires, and you were born with the power to speak to the dead?" He raised an eyebrow, as if to say "am I right?" "I thought you were a wingnut before. Never quits amazing me how different the worlds are out there. Did you like the job, or was it a matter of convenience?"

"Not just speak to them. I can raise them and control them, too."

She nodded absently, smiling a little.

"It was alright. I mean, it's something I'm good at and I seem to have a talent for it all, espeically now. What about you? What exactly did the Turks do?"

Maybe it had been just bad timing that he'd been taking a drink at that second. Reno inhaled. Bad move, Reno, bad move. Coughing and choking, he set the glass down and grabbed a napkin.

"Wha-" he started when it had calmed down a little, and coughed again. "I woulda thought Cloud told ya. Or... didn't speak much of his past, huh? Yeah..." Of course that was it, Cloud would be Cloud no matter who it was around him.
"Well, uh. What did Cloud tell you? I mean about our world." Not that he was going to go into detail about the Turks. He'd see what was out there, first.

Her lips curled up into a smile at the coughing. Catching someone off guard was always a fun thing, even if it was a friend.

"He told me a few things, but mostly about what happened to him. You know Cloud. He didn't say much of anything other than the Turks were very capable."

"Sounds like him..."　Reno grumbled under his breath. What to tell her, what to tell her... damn, he didn't feel up to thinking about it. "Bodyguards, mostly. Protect Shin-Ra. All that." Usually he would have started boasting about now, but that might not have the intended results... Anita didn't react like anyone else he knew. "It's a tough job, especially when you got Cloud on the other side."

"Must be important if they need bodyguards, as in multiple."

Interesting. He'd faced off against Cloud before and Anita knew that Cloud was good. He'd merrily run her around with his beloved sword and she'd had to work to score on him.

"Why'd you end up against Cloud?"

"A long series of events. Long story short, Cloud was on the side that wanted to see Shin-Ra go down in flames." Reno shrugged lightly there. It was always business on that side, he often didn't take things personally. "I usually wound up in the hospital after we tangled. Heh... I guess it irks the hell out of me I fought against an entire squad of troopers single handed before, and I can't even best the guy. But what about you?"

She smiled even more and tilted her head a bit.

"He's left me bruised and battered but I heal fast enough most of the time that it didn't matter. We beat up on each other and ended up calling it a draw."

That wasn't really how it happened, but she decided that was the best way to put it.

He nodded, suspecting fair as much. "Probably went a bit easy on ya, not that you don't pack a punch yourself." And that, he rubbed his jaw a little, remembering their sparring sessions, too. "We should do that again sometime. It was fun."

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