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[Slowly, cautiously, Reno lets a grin begin to creep over his face. Both of them were liable to get called away all of a sudden, but that only means they both understand how shit goes when there's work to do.]

Zack Fair, are you askin' me out? [His grin blooms into a full-on teasing curve of lips as he cocks his head playfully.]

You do know I'm a Turk, right? What will people say?

[Oh come on. Zack smiles, a bit wider than he had been so far.]

Yeah, Reno, I'm asking you out. And I don't know. Kunsel and Cissnei can report back on what people say if we even care.

[Well, hot damn. When was the last time anyone had asked him out on a date? Not for as long as he could remember. People don't ask Reno out; they proposition him. Or just jump his bones in a corner somewhere. This is... different. Weird, but kinda nice too. Zack's kinda nice, not to mention a far cry from the kind of guys Reno usually ends up with.

Still, he can't quite bring himself to go full-on hayseed wholesome. He's still Reno, after all.]

Yeah, okay. I'll go out with you, sure. You can buy me dinner an' all that traditional date shit. [The look in his eyes is the one that always spells trouble to come.] ...and then can I blow you?

[Like Reno could ever be wholesome. But he definitely earns a full on blush there and Zack laughs.]

I mean, it's going to depend on how the date goes. But if that's the goal, maybe we aim dinner for post party.

Ooooor.... [That look is still lighting his eyes as he steps forward, moving into Zack's space and holding his gaze. Now that they're finally on the same page, Reno is going to have fun.]

...I could maybe blow you right now? [One corner of his mouth ticks up, making his grin lopsided and suggestive.] Think of it as a preview, yo.

[Oh look, blush is back, and Zack's hands come up between them, palms out. A definite 'slow down' thing.]

Uh, this... This really wouldn't be the time or place, Reno.

[The blush is fucking adorable, and Reno makes a note to try and get as many of those blushes out of the SOLDIER as he possibly can, whether or not any actual action is involved. Quirking one brow again, Reno almost pouts, widening his eyes like he doesn't quite understand what Zack is trying to say. But -- perhaps unexpectedly -- he doesn't make any move to push past Zack's raised hands, allowing Zack to dictate exactly how much distance remains between them. ]

No? 'Cause I think this is exactly the time and the place, Zack. [He practically purs the name, even as he remains firm where he stands.]

[Oh this much distance is about good. Seems fair. Nice, respectful personal space. Yep.]

Nah. Bet there are, like, cameras and stuff around. So definitely not. Rain check.

[Reno casts a glance around them, cocking his head almost as though he's actually considering what Zack just said. But then of course, that devilish look is back. He might not be forcing his way past the boundary Zack set, but he can cover plenty of ground with his eyes alone.]

Ever heard of a blind spot? 'Cause I can show you all of 'em.

[Wow, those eyes are, like, more probing than a tactical strike. How the hell does he manage that?]

Yeah, I'm sure you could. But, uh, another time. I have, um, an early morning appointment. Yeah. With Luxiere. Promised some more training.

[It's all about the blue, baby. Reno knows exactly how impossible the color of his eyes can appear when he turns on the intensity, which is precisely what he does as he pins Zack under a piercing look that might have cut through glass. Eye contact was an asset frequently overlooked when more traditional weapons were close at hand, but Reno had spent years mastering the art of wielding his gaze just as skillfully as he did his mag rod. When he stuck in just the right way, he could often trap someone so thoroughly they simply couldn't look away.

And of course, what with the physical barrier preventing him from jumping Zack's bones right now, Reno is doing his damnedest to catch Zack in that snare.]

Perfect. Gettin' off's just what you need to make sure you sleep like a baby tonight. [His grin is positively wicked.] Lettin' me go down on you's the responsible thing to do, SOLDIER boy. So you can show Luxiere your A-game tomorrow.

[They really are nice eyes. Almost enough for Zack to be envious of. But he thinks his blues are nice too. Just less... invasive? But in a hot way? Man, hard to think with this scrutiny.

He may be slowly starting to back toward the exit though. Escape, don't fail him now.]

Yeah, but [and yeah, he was gonna feign a yawn here, poorly] oh man, wow, I'm already super tired. And my apartment is a bit of a trip away. So I should get moving.

[Abruptly, like a switch flicking off a light, Reno drops the relentless onslaught of aggression. In the blink of an eye -- literally -- he dials it down from one hundred to zero, relaxing his stance along with his expression. The seductive leer he'd been throwing at Zack for the past few minutes is replaced by an easy smile, almost amused as he takes a step back.]

Yeah, ai'ght. You ain't the kinda guy to put out before the first date. I get it, yo.

[His lips twitch ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth, like he's maybe trying not to laugh.]

Tomorrow night then, yeah? Dinner and a party? [And then a blow job, he doesn't even need to say aloud. He's already made his intentions -- or at least his hopes -- crystal clear.]

You ain't gonna stand me up or anythin', right?

[Oh. That's... Well, Zack takes a literal deep breath and looks a bit more relaxed to have the energy step down a little.]

Tomorrow night. I promise. Do you want to meet there or before?

Before.

[Though his eyes still hold a hint of the heat from earlier, that might just be the way Reno looks at Zack. Maybe his interest is a bit sharper now, more clearly defined, or maybe he's always looked at Zack that way. Nothing about his teasing manner has changed, at least. Still the careless joker.]

Gotta make sure you don't show up lookin' like a hayseed just rolled outta the dust bowl, y'know? We gotta dress to impress all them corporate types.

I'll be in my dress uniform!

[Which is almost identical to what he was already wearing, just more polished up on all the bits that can be polished.]

[Reno will be wearing... exactly the same thing he's always wearing. They'll have to go slumming it if Zack wants to see him in anything other than his regular black suit. Maybe he'll throw on some guyliner or something. Class it up a bit. Heh.

At that point a silence stretches between them, hovering for a few seconds while neither of them turns to leave. Reno certainly isn't going to be the one to walk away (Zack is totally welcome to change his mind about that BJ any time), so he simply shoves his hands into the pockets of his suit pants and peers at Zack.]

Lookin' forward to seein' how you clean up, farm boy.

[Yeah. He should go. Alright. Yeah.]

So, uh, meet me on the 49th floor tomorrow? By the elevator? Maybe half an hour before the party?

I'll be there.

[Yup. Zack is free to go any time he wants. Any time now, unless he's changed his mind...

In silent question, Reno raises his eyebrows, an amused smile playing across his lips. Zack can always choose to stay, after all. Reno certainly wouldn't complain.]

[That earns a bright smile. Cool. They have a plan. And, well, he should say goodbye, right? How is best?

He acts on impulse, but it feels right. Zack takes the step forward, leans down, and leaves a short, sweet kiss on Reno's lips. Then he backs away with a wave.]

Down payment. On the date. See you tomorrow.

[The kiss comes as a surprise, to say the least. And the kiss is so... sweet. Chaste? Affectionate without being any of the things Reno is used to in kisses. No demands, just... a promise. Like Zack had said. And if Reno wasn't a totally cool, confident adult man, he almost might think that his heart flutters a little bit in his chest when Zack kisses him like that.

Which is obviously ridiculous. Gradeschool kisses can't affect someone of his experience, and they certainly can't leave him in a daze, blinking away the sudden feeling of lightheadedness as he watches Zack's retreating back.

Definitely, absolutely not.]

[Well, at least Reno's not giving chase. Zack smiles and offers a little wave as he backs all the way to the elevator to leave. And hey, success in that he does get out of there.

And that he actually WILL try and clean up for the party the next day. Look at him, waiting by the elevator as promised, in the nicest of his Soldier uniforms, though he does look a little confused and lost without his sword on his back. Poor guy.]

[In typical Reno fashion, by the time he finally saunters around the corner and down the hallway toward Zack, it's about twenty minutes past the time they'd agreed to meet. If Reno's ever been on time in his life, he sure can't remember it.

Tonight he's in the same style of suit he always wears, though for once the usual wrinkles and frayed edges are conspicuously absent. The sharp black lines of the fabric look freshly pressed (Thanks, Cissnei), and he's even gone so far as to button his crisp white dress shirt almost all the way up. Still no tie, of course, because he isn't a total loser. The sleeves of his jacket have been rolled up along with the cuffs of his shirt, exposing the lean muscles of his forearms. Reno's not bulky by any means, but he isn't a beanpole either; while his lanky build and long limbs sometimes give the impression he's a bit scrawny, in reality he has the sort of trim definition that lends itself to speed and agility. A simple braid of black leather encircles one of his wrists just above the point where his hand disappears into the depths of his pants pocket, and his eyes are lined with something dark that seems to make the vibrant blue of his eyes all the more striking.

He approaches Zack wearing one of his characteristic lazy grins, but stops short a few feet away to scrutinize the uniform that hardly seems any different from the one Zack always wears.]

Okay, we gotta do somethin' about this.

[Okay, maybe he's looking rather seriously at Reno because wow, dude cleaned up rather nicely. But hey, so had Zack, right? He was even grinning until Reno gave him that look.

Had he done something wrong?]

Uh, about what? You being late? You should have thought of that sooner.

[Reno takes no small amount of pleasure in the way Zack looks at him. Why yes, he does clean up nicely when he bothers to try, thank you very much. Zack does too, actually. Even if he clearly has no idea how to dress for a cocktail party with the ShinRa execs.

Watching Zack's face fall is kind of like watching a puppy get kicked in the face. It's almost enough to make Reno feel bad... except Reno makes a point to never feel bad about anything, so there's that. Nope, he's totally not feeling bad right now at all.]

Nah, dude. I ain't late, I'm fashionably late. There's like a whole difference... Kinda like there's a difference between a nice, clean uniform and a dress uniform? Ringin' any bells?

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