A young man sat at the bar in Costa de Sol alone, obviously he'd had a bit too much to drink. Although, that didn't prevent him from adding yet another tequila to his already quite overdue bar tab. Swallowing the beverage in one gulp, he held the shot glass in his hand and studied it, almost mesmerized. Clothed in a wrinkled white button up shirt which was untucked from his navy Armani suit pants, he placed the glass back upon the bar top as he lost interest in it quickly. Looking down to the chair beside him he glanced at the blue suit jacket he'd carelessly thrown there when he'd arrived. This whole attire was worn by the Shinra Turks, well what was left of them any way. Although the uniform usually had a more professional type of look, including a tie and a somewhat neater nature. Though its present condition seemed to suit him well. Not that it much mattered anymore though, the Turks were long gone, just as their employer Shinra.
"Reno, d'ya like another?" offered the middle aged bartender as he cleared the empty glasses from the bar. The twang in his voice had annoyed the red head earlier in the night, but now he barely noticed such. Barely.
Reno looked up as though he'd been in a trance of some sort and scratched his head. "Hmm...? Yea.. hit me with another shot." He looked down blankly, staring at the new full shot glass that had been placed before him, then pushed away a strand of hair that had crept up upon his face. As he looked beyond the tempting shot of liquor he noticed himself focusing on his reflection in the mirror. Fiery red hair tied back loosely, ever present black sunglasses perched upon his head, and overly pale skin looking even more paste like from the glowing aqua eyes staring back at him. Dark circles under his eyes made him look even more pale, if that were even possible. The blank look on his face didn't help much either. Reno shook his head, the stress really was getting to him, even physically, which it never used to do.
Finally downing the shot he slammed the shot glass down on the bar top, "damn Shinra..." Holding his head between his hands, he sighed. Shinra had fallen two years ago around the meteor incident, and still it was hated. Loathe even. Though not only it, but anyone who had worked there. Rest assured, the Turks, ex Turks that is, were no exception. Plus, with the mako branding to the eyes, it was impossible not to be noticed. Not like anyone would forget a Turk any way. Then again, enhanced abilities weren't so bad either.
Calling for another shot the red head absent mindedly traced the scars down his cheeks, another reminder of the past. He chucked at the thought, seemed the majority of his memories made their mark, using his body as graffiti wall. Smirking, he downed the shot without the slightest hint of flinching to the taste. "Dear Joe, this is what I call a vacation!"
Joe, the bartender looked over to Reno with a grin of his own, "was wonder'n why ya were bein' so quiet t'night. Knew y'd come around there boy," he replied with a laugh.
"Now don't I always, you're my new best friend for tonight Joe, hit me with another shot, let's try a taste of vodka this time!"
"Aight aight, but this iz yer last shot there Reno boy," explained Joe, "yer tab is getting high enough, and yer definitely past yer limit ya know."
"Fine fine, just hook me up would ja!" the ex turk laughed as he pushed his sunglasses further back on his head, then swallowed his newly poured drink. "Well I'm outta here then Joe, consider yourself a lucky man to be on good terms with a former Turk, it's a damn good thing!" Grabbing his jacket and stumbling across the now empty bar towards the door, and gracefully half tripping over a chair Reno made his less than glorious exit.
Somehow the drunken Turk managed to make his way down to the beach in one piece, only tripping over himself twice, which he felt overly proud of himself for. That was until he ruined his good luck and tripped over a rock, falling face first into the sand. "Well shit," growled Reno as he spit out sand, "guess I spoke too goddamn soon. Fuck it all." Rolling over, he looked up to the stars above. For once he was content that he actually had the time to do so, instead of chasing down some freak that just happened to piss Shinra off, not that that was something overly difficult to do. A lot had changed in the last two years... whether it was such a good thing or not though, Reno was uncertain. Though nonetheless, he was just happy to get a few days vacation to himself. Drinking and relaxation was a perfect mix of vacationing plans, and that is exactly what he planned to do. Work was rather stressful lately, especially having to keep under cover, and with Tseng being so weak from the temple attack their force was low in resources. If you could even call that work. There was no pay per say, just a handful of people watching each others back. Letting the thoughts of ‘work' drift from his mind, he smiled and welcomed the cool night breeze that brushed over his body quite like a soothing lullaby. Yet too soo was he disturbed from his peace.
"Hey, boy!" called a gruff voice.
Reno, startled sat up quickly and looked around. I'm off.. I always hear people coming.. Even when I am half smashed. I really am taking a turn for the worst.. Then again here I am talking to myself in my head when I should
probably be concerned. Damn, I'm so fucked up. He shook his head in exasperation.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you. Who in HELL do you think you are?" the voice barked.
The former Turk rose, shaking off his drunken state, though still far from his full strength. "You talking to me?" sneered Reno in response. He was greeted however not by words but by a rather hard smash to the right side of his face.
Caught by surprise, he fell back into the sand silently, then he grinned. "You're gonna be sorry you did that."