Reno reeled into his hotel room wearing a shit eating grin that only the truly drunk could perfect. He giggled as he almost lost his balance removing the black boots he wore when he was going out on the prowl, looking to score. He collapsed on the bed and managed to paw his way out of his clunky studded black leather jacket and let it fall over the side. He removed his hair tie and allowed the thin fall of the long hair he retained to stream down his back unhindered to his hips.

He flopped back on the bed wearing just his exceedingly snug black worn jeans and a wife beater that was so tight on his skin that it looked like it was attempting to constrict the breath from his body like a snake.

He groaned as this allowed his cell phone to dig uncomfortably into his firm right buttock and lifted his butt enough to allow him to dig it out. He settled back again and texted Tifa as had become a habit of his during his month long mission.

"Hey what are you wearing?" he asked her.

Tifa picked up her cell and grinned at his message. She wouldn't dare admit it to anyone, let alone the Turk, that his "sexting" conversations had become the high point of her dull life. It was funny how little she'd known about Reno and he was a mystery still, but he was funny and witty and fun to chat with as he tried to explain how to sext to the clueless and plain spoken Tifa.

"A black lace corset with matching panties and stay up stockings with tasseled garters" she replied.

"Bullshit, you're wearing a huge t-shirt that once belonged Cloud that's so old and has been washed so many times that it's now a faded grey to the black it once was. You have your hair up in a sloppy bun and are indulging in your secret habit of eating sinfully sweet desserts" he shrewdly texted back.

"I am not eating anything!" Tifa texted back from where she was wearing Cloud's t-shirt and indeed wore her hair in a bun. She guiltily slid the slice of double chocolate cake away from herself. "Just how closely did the president have you monitoring us?" she texted back.

"Verrrry closely, I always enjoyed watching you shower. You have the cutest heart shaped mole on your right ass cheek" he admitted.

"Stalker!" Tifa said with a blush but didn't break off the conversation.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I will admit to being a little drunk" he texted back.

"Ah, so you were out trying to score. Didn't you manage a conquest for the evening?" she asked him.

"The women were plentiful and willing but I wasn't in the mood" he admitted and wondered at that. All he had wanted to do was get back to his hotel room and have his nightly chat with Tifa as soon as he started to drink to the excess and turned down a couple offers to return to his lonely room. He certainly wouldn't have done that in that past.

"Oh, so it's my turn to guess your attire. You're wearing jeans that you've probably owned for a decade, that are so tight on you that you can see which side of a gil coin is showing in your back pocket. You have on a wife beater, your clunky boots and your heavy leather jacket….." Tifa shrewdly said.

"I took the jacket off" he smugly admonished her with a smirk.

"Okay and you're also wearing those leather half gloves that appear to serve no purpose whatsoever" Tifa countered wit her own smirk.

Reno looked at his gloves and wrenched them off "I'm not wearing them" he typed back.

"I often wondered why this is your preferred pick up attire" Tifa said.

"Women like a bad boy" he explained.

"I would call that false advertising" she objected.

"How do you mean?" he demanded.

"I suspect you once were, but that was a long time ago. Now you're little more than a bureaucrat with an unusual job" Tifa observed.

"That is entirely not true!" Reno hotly typed to her.

"Let's examine what you've become. I know you were born in the slums and probably lived a hard life with little parental guidance. You learned to fend for yourself at an early age. Then you seized an opportunity and the bad boy you once were became what you are now. However, you've changed, yes you posture and keep up your ghetto slang but I suspect that masks a deep intelligence. Now you hold a job and got a promotion based on your job performance. That is how you earn promotions in an office. You're second in charge of your people and probably only take your scheduled vacations and don't slack off like you seem. You're more noble than you care to admit, that was shown how you you refused to take Cloud in during the Don Cornello incident because you were quote "off duty". I bet you're hardly ever late for work" Tifa guessed.

"I'm late all the time" Reno insisted.

"Do you call in when you are?" Tifa challenged him.

"I have to. I am not a bureaucrat!" he insisted.

"The Turks were not what you once were. You'll always be secretive but you're much more benign now, they've changed and so have you. Thanks for your help with the Remnants" Tifa added with an amused smile and wondered why he wasn't answering.

Reno could only stare at his phone as what she said sunk in. Was it possible….Nah. "I'll always be a bad boy" he finally insisted.

"If you want to be" Tifa conceded. "Why text me, is Scarlet too busy stupping old men in her lust for power?" she asked him.

Reno thought about this and rolled over on his front and lifted his legs up, looking rather like a teenaged girl chatting with her first crush. "Scarlet and I have an arrangement. I feel rather lost when I'm away from all that is familiar to me and she helps ground me by sexting with me" his drunken brain admitted, something he would never dare admit to anyone.

"So it's just a connection to home that you seek?" Tifa asked him.

"Yeah" he said.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you what I would do to you if I were there" Tifa said.

"Now you're talking" Reno said with interest.

"Get undressed and under the covers" she insisted and Reno complied.

"Now what?" he asked her.

"I would draw the covers over you and tuck you in good and tight" she texted.

"That's not very sexy" he observed in a sleepy way as the cool sheet began to warm from his trapped body heat and his body relaxed in anticipation of sleep.

"Then I would press a kiss to your forehead and brush back your eternally floppy bangs and whisper good night to you. I would hold your hand as I sit beside until you're asleep and turn out the lights and tiptoe out and close the door softly after myself" Tifa added, caressing her PHS like it was his sleepy face.

"That sounds kinda…..nice. I wish you were here" he said and then caught himself and actually blushed at his admission. "I gotta go to sleep. I'll text you tomorrow night" he hastily said and smiled when her final text to him was the emoji for a pair of kissing lips.

Tifa just smiled in her still apartment with only the soft snoring coming from Denzel's room to keep her company.