More Than a Douche (Reno x Reader)

ｃｈ． 5 - unfortunate dawn

"Gah!" You duck as Auron throws a roll across the table at you.

 Family dinner had turned into more of a food fight between the two of you after you insulted the companies' new sticker logo. The classic design had changed under the work of Auron's hand and you weren't digging it, to say the least. You lazily stand from your seat, roll in hand as the chair scrapes back against the wood floor.

"I just don't get why you added the hat!"

"What's wrong with the hat?"

"Auron... why is a coffee bean  wearing a hat?"

"Why can't a coffee bean wear a hat?"

"It--"

"Sounds like discrimination against hats--"

"Auron, y/n! Lord. Just eat the food. Aunya didn't spend her good time making  torta delle rose for them to be used as weapons to throw across the room." Auron's dad interrupted in a mumble with a mouth full of food. You glare at Auron as you sit back down in your chair, scooting in.

"Well, if I were a coffee bean, I'd wear a hat. That's all I'm saying." Auron added with raised brows before putting a fork full of food into his mouth.

 "I think I'd prefer you as a coffee bean, honestly..." You mutter under your breath while brushing a few crumbs off your sleeve. 

You look down at your breakfast plate, picking up your fork and beginning to scoop up grits as some slid through the slits. The rest of the table started up in conversation again, however, you drowned them out as you thought to yourself in the firm wooden chair. Slowly putting the salty corn mush between your lips, you stare at the basket of sugared rolls in the centre of the table. 'Mm, the grits are good today. Maybe she buttered them this time?' You thought to yourself as you chewed. You continue staring at the small basket, letting your eyes follow the weaves around going in and out of it. You snapped back, realising you were starting to space out majorly. Your eyes started to feel heavier by the minute as you forced them back open with each slow blink. 

"Y/n!!" 

You tuned in suddenly at the mention of your name, taking in your surroundings and the fact that you were indeed still having a meal with other people in the room. You turn to the voice as Warren, Auron's dad, tried getting your attention. With the wave of his hand in your face, you yawn and tilt your head in a "what?" type of gesture.

"Aunya was speaking to you. Were you listening?" He questioned with a hint of irritation in his voice as he put his hand back behind his plate.

"Oh-- I'm sorry. I was spacing out a bit." You turn your tired attention to Aunya who was sitting on the opposite side of the table. Auron facepalms from across you with what sounded like a suppressed laugh.

"That's alright. I was just asking why you got back so early this morning? What had you out so late last night..?" 

You practically choked on the little grains entering your throat as those words left her mouth. You coughed a bit at the feeling and hit a closed fist to your chest, clearing your throat.

"What do you mean?" You eventually respond with, playing half dumb while staring at your plate of food. 

You ended up getting back to the slums around nearly 3 am and you're sure it didn't go without notice. After all, you did trip your way up the stairs and somehow managed to drop multiple things onto the floor before hitting the bed. It's one of those things where you always end up being the loudest when you're trying to be quiet. 

Last night you and Reno ended up going to a bar up on the plates after leaving the Shinra building. You did buy him a drink, although he passed out after buying himself another three or four. Honestly, you hadn't the faintest idea what he was sipping at, but it was most definitely some strange mix of strong liquor. You were honestly surprised he was able to still manage sentences for as long as he did. Other than taking a sip of 'Midgar Meltdown', whatever that pricey beverage even was, you didn't drink much yourself. You knew you wouldn't make it back home, had you gotten lost in drinking the night away with the likes of him. Funny how you suddenly cared about being responsible after everything had already gone to shit. Reno tried convincing you into sharing a cigarette with him, but that was only half a second before he zonked out against the counter. You felt bad leaving him wasted like that, but you didn't have a car with you nor could you reach out to someone and risk drawing more attention to yourself. So you just left the intoxicated turk on the stool he was half hanging off of before thanking the bartender behind the counter and heading back down to sector 7.