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[pass_the_vodka]

What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like? Huh. Seems like the great question askers're losin' their touch; this one's pretty easy

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[sure_shot_honey]

The questions are getting more and more like bollocks, if you ask me.

[pass_the_vodka]

Take pity on my complete ignorance've British slang; bollocks would be...? If it's a bad thing, I'll sure as shit agree with you.

[sure_shot_honey]

Balls, Reno. They would be balls. Also a term for something bad, yes. It makes me wonder how little they must have in their sad lives to continually question everyone else's.

[pass_the_vodka]

Right, that's what I thought it meant; I just didn't really get how the word 'balls' went with what you were saying. Then again, s'not really like the word 'fuck' makes any sense at all in most've the ways it's used. "What the sex are you doing here?" Yeah, not so much.

I'm prob'ly sort've biased, considering I really didn't wanna be answering them in the first place, but I hate most of the questions. Some of 'em aren't so bad and can be interesting, but this one was just particularly lame. Who's the sad sack that makes 'em up, anyway? I get 'em forwarded to me through the company shrink, but she swears up an' down that she doesn't write 'em.

ooc - saw "vice-ridden mercenaries" in poppy's description of the weird things she's seen lately (in her conversation with her friend) and had a good chuckle. :)

[no_subtlety]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/no_subtlety/3704.html

[pass_the_vodka]

Reno had been taking one of the worst beatings of his life for a little while now; if he had been sober or even fairly drunk, there was no doubt that he could have taken the four men swinging at him in the rancid, dark alley behind the bar, but he had set out to get incredibly drunk, and he was a man of his word. He had fought back initially, when they had first escorted him out of the bar after he had said something that--in as much retrospect as his muddled brain could take--had been pretty stupid, but after a while, he had come to embrace the loud ringing in his ears and the utter sense of detachment as to what was going on. So he had simply curled up in a ball on the cracking concrete and waited for them to stop kicking and picking him up and hitting him. He had been yelling something completely incoherant in protest every couple of minutes.

He had been waiting for a while when he heard the first grunt of pain.

[no_subtlety]

It had taken Rude a moment or two to recognize the crumpled figure under the dim light of the buzzing streetlamp; the mop of red hair had appeared orange and the body had looked far too frail. Then he had heard a slurred, completely indecipherable yelp in a familiar voice as one of the four men (who had all had their backs to him) had kicked it in the ribs, and he had known that it was indeed, somehow, Reno

[pass_the_vodka]

He had heard the voice, and even his fucked up at the moment brain had recognized it. "I'unno," he had slurred, opening his eyes to find Rude leaning over him, implacable as always in a dark coat and dark sunglasses. "All I said wuz that guy--that guy looked like a girl I yooshedtaknow." He had made a sound that was quite unmistakably a giggle, then had winced as the movement send a spark of pain through him. "Owfuck."

[no_subtlety]

Rude had slipped the sunglasses off of his nose and leveled him with a sharp, brown-eyed glare. "You're my friend and you're going to kill yourself doing this, you prick."

[pass_the_vodka]

The other man's rare anger--and the rarer action of taking off the sunglasses--had calmed Reno a little bit. When he had spoken again, his voice had been softer. "I really don't wanna go up there, Rude." The green eyes had been honest and haunted, and the pale, bruised face tense.

[no_subtlety]

Rude had been silent for a moment, eyes shifting to one side for a moment as he thought. He hadn't been 100% sure of what was going on with Reno, but he had remembered the screaming, wrestling argument/knock-down-drag-out fight that he had seen in October.

"Yeah, you fuckhead, that's what makes the whole thing worse; I trusted you! You were my best fucking friend! I let you into my home, let you meet my family, gave you a place to stay, spent every minute of every day with you, and you fucking sold me out!"

"It was never meant to go as far as it did, Reno; the Reys were supposed to just take you out quickly and painlessly! I couldn't take any more bein' afraid that you were gonna turn those crazy green eyes on me next!"

"What the fuck?! I never would have turned on you; I loved you like a brother, you shithead

[pass_the_vodka]

Reno had whacked him in the leg to get his attention. "Th' fuck're ya doin'?"

[pass_the_vodka]

"Doyerworst," Reno had slurred. Things had been starting to run together more, then; what he had been drinking for the past several moments had been beginning to really affect him, and all sensible thoughts were quickly being obscured in his head. He had shut his eyes again, and had heard Rude stand up and move around.

[no_subtlety]

Rude had quickly and efficiently sat Reno up straight--ignoring the redhead's protests--and cleaned his face and hands of grime and blood with a wet towel that he had retrieved from his bathroom. He hadn't been terribly gentle, but he hadn't been rough, either, and Reno had not made a fuss about it, remaining silent. Then he had poured a little bit of the alcohol into Reno's empty glass and had dunked a cottonball in it, and had used that to disinfect the numerous deep cuts on the other man's face and hands, which the unyielding gravel and brick had clearly made.

[pass_the_vodka]

Reno had yelped and jerked away from him at the first touch of the stinging, burning sensation to his face.

"Th'fu-th'fuck're y'tryin'tado,killme?!" he'd demanded.

[no_subtlety]

"No, I'd say you were doing a pretty good job of that yourself before I came along," Rude had deadpanned from his seat beside him, pushing his head against the back of the sofa so that he had no escape and mercilessly cleaning the slashes on his face before giving his hands the same treatment.