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[Reno has been ordered to check out this new bar as they are rumored terrorists due to Veld's firing. He does not expect the beautiful woman at the bar at all]


Cleo: *is leaning over the jukebox, trying to pick out a song*

Reno: *walks in at the PERFECT time to see the veiw* Well, hello there, gorgeous

Cleo: *looks up, a little startled, but collects herself quickly* Hello there yaself, playa. *winks*

Reno: Can you please educate me as to why a statuesque piece a dark chocolate like yourself is all by herself?

Cleo: *grinning like a fool, leans on the jukebox* Well, I jus' happen to be the bartender 'round here.

Cleo: Jus' let me know what I can do for ya.

Reno: *slides onto the bar* Momma, now don't go askin a man like me questions like that, I got a list-a things that jus ain't propper to ask a lady like you.

Cleo: *smiles slyly as she walks behind the counter*

Cleo: Well it's good ta see a gentleman 'round here fo a change.

Cleo: Yo momma raised you right.

Reno: So I was supposed ta come talk to an old white guy, but, I haveta say. If yer here, I'll make an effort ta stop by a lot more.

Veld: *old white guy? Bah.*

Reno: My momma din' take no shit, I dun like it when they do.

Cleo: *picks her 'fro* I can dig it, baby.

Cleo: I'm all about gettin' respect myself, ya dig?

Reno: So wha they call you, other than prolly taken?

Cleo: *sizes him up, decides she likes what she sees*

Reno: *Is pretty sure she'll like what she can't see*

Cleo: Th' name is Cleopatra Dominique Livonia Wallace. *leans over the counter, showing off her cleavage* Ms. Wallace, if you nasty.

Cleo: *winks*

Reno: Well, Ms Wallace. *leans over to look real close in her face* Name's Reno.

Cleo: *quiet, husky voice* A pleasure to meet ya, Reno.

Reno: Tha pleasure's all mine, Ms. Wallace. I dun suppose ya'd let me buy ya a drink?

Cleo: I don't suppose why not.

Cleo: Gimme somethin' hard.

Cleo: 'Cuz that's how I roll.

Reno: *hops over the bar* Hell, hows this sound, Momma? I'll mix ya a drink now, and ya free, say Friday? I'd love ta treat ya to Caffe Penez upplate. *leans on bar*

Cleo: *coyly examines her fingernails* Well...I don't THINK I'm doin' nuthin'...

Cleo: Tell ya whut, playa. You got yoself a deal.

Cleo: *slides over the counter into a seat, and winks*

Reno: Wunnerful, sista. *Mixes her something nice and hard* So, you honestly lett'n me think tha you ain't got yoself a man?

Cleo: Ain't been long in town...jus' started workin' here few days ago.

Reno: Well, it must be my lucky day!

Reno: Gotta chance ta meetcha before these loosers came nosen round ya.

Cleo: Baby, please. I ain't even trippin' over these lil' punk ass bitches 'round here...

Cleo: Ain't seen a real man yet.

Cleo: *looks him up and down* 'Till today, that is.

Reno: I'd be willin ta show ya the resta my "credentials" anytime ya want, momma.

Cleo: *downs the drink in one chug*

Reno: *tosses his own back*

Cleo: Well, we might jus' hafta talk about dat.

Cleo: 'Cuz, ain't got not time for no' triflin' ass lil boys, ya feel me?

Cleo: I jus' might be too much woman fo you, sweet thang.

Reno: I feel ya momma. Playa's gotta settle down sooner or later. *winks* An I love a challenge.

Veld: *is upstairs and is covering his ears so he can't hear this*

Cleo: So playa, whatchu do? I ain't got no time for no broke ass dudes.

Reno: Work fer tha big house (slang for ShinRa) Ain't too bad, Hojo's off an the President's a creepy git. But his kids awright an so's my boss. Kinda why I came down here.

Reno: Yer boss, Velly, usedta be my boss.

Cleo: *raises an eyebrow* Well, ain't it a small world.

Reno: Swa't I was thinking, momma. Anyway, Velly ain't gotta worry none, Se wants ta talk ta him.

Veld: And exactly why would he send YOU then?

Reno: Bu wha the fuck I jabberin bout work with. We were talkin about other thin- *rolls eyes* Hi Velly.

Cleo: *glares at Veld*

Veld: *has done the creepy Turk appearing thing*

Cleo: I'm TRYIN' to handle a lil customer service, chief.

Veld: And I thought I told you I despise the nickname. But alas, I cannot threaten you with paperwork anymore.

Veld: *has actually been reading Sephiroth's reports most of the day, and may actually take the kid a little more seriously now*

Reno: Shit, Veld. I'm came cause Tseng wanted me ta. And I'm stayin cause you're bartender is both engagin and beautiful.

Veld: Oh, there's something ironic here.

Cleo: 'Bout time somebody wit some class rolled up in here. *picks her 'fro* Y'all don't know how ta treat a lady.

Veld: Yes, that would be it.

Veld: Anyway, what does Tseng want now?

Reno: *Leans back to Cleo* Now, where were we before we... *rolls eyes* Veld, man, work later, I'm doing something important.

Veld: Typical. I think I'm going to find out where the hell Valentine dissappeared to this time before my brain becomes permanently damaged.

Reno: He's on a bus head'n to campus. Leas tha's wha Rude told me.

Cleo: Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.

Veld: *looks at watch* What day is it?

Reno: Wensday.

Veld: Oh gods dammit! *runs upstairs to get suit jacket, as he's wearing a tie cause he can't kill some habits*

Reno: *watches Veld go*

Veld: *has totally forgotten he has class*

Cleo: Damn. Always up in my bidness.

Cleo: *smiles and leans back toward Reno* Now where were we, playa?

Reno: Well, I know where I was hopin ta go.

Veld: *rushes back down and out door, with a brief case type thing and fully suited*

Cleo: And where wuz that?

Reno: *leans in and whispers in her ear*

Cleo: *grins wickedly* I like th' way you think, baby.

Reno: Where the room at, sweetheart?

Cleo: Upstairs. *winks*

Cleo: *gets up and grabs him by the collar*

Reno: *Yay!*