Don't Play with Fire (Turks FF7)

2) Pizza

I slowly close Tseng's door, stepping out into the hall. Where the heck did Reno go? My question is answered when I see him standing by the elevator, arms crossed impatiently and eyes roaming the room. When he sees me, he smiles and leads the way inside the lift.

"Ready to go get dinner? I'm starving!"

"You're always starving," I mumble, my words meant to be a tease, but I'm too lost in thought. He looks at me a moment before clearing his throat and looking out the glass.

"Rude's on the ground floor; wanna get him too?"

"I don't care," I shrug, stepping out of the now stopped elevator. Reno huffs and follows me to his bald friend with his hands jammed in his pockets. The dark man raises an eyebrow at me, snazzied up as always. Ugh, will I have to look that neat? There's no way I can do that, not with that outfit.

"Kat."

"Cmon, Reno's paying for food," I give a halfhearted smile.

"Hold up!" The redhead butts in. "I though you were paying!"

"Let's go, Rude," I roll my eyes, grabbing his arm and pulling him after me.

"I've got shotgun!" Reno calls.

"Nope, Rude's got shotgun," I turn to walk backwards and stick my tongue out at him. "You're the smaller one, you get back."

"But you're the smallest!"

"Yeah? It's my truck. We could just leave you here. More food for us, eh Rude?" The stoic Turk gives me the slightest of amused smiles and slides into the front calmly. I push my seat forward so that I can let a still whining Reno in before putting in back and starting he car.

I roll the windows most of the way down, leaving Rude's halfway for the poor guy. Don't wanna mess his suit up or something. Reno sticks his head out the window like an idiot and flicks off everyone that looks at him weird. Rude and I exchange a look before I turn my eyes back to the road.

"Reno, get your head in the car before you get hit." Rude sighs and absent mindedly stares at the president bobble head in my windshield. I glare at the redhead in the back seat until he sits back down, smirking defiantly. Then I turn right.

"Nice blinker, yo."

"Shut up, Re." He leans forward so that his chin is resting on my shoulder.

"You're going three over."

"Reno!"

"And I think there's a bug on your..." I slam the breaks and he yelps, Rude's arm keeping him from flying out the window. "Oh shh..!" I then proceed to honk at the guy that cut me off and veer around him, Reno falling back into his seat. "You almost killed me!"

"Seat belts save lives," I mutter.

"You aren't even.."

"Quit being such a backseat driver," I growl, turning into the parking lot. "Rude, can you punch him or something for me?"

"I can try." I laugh to myself and park, hopping out of the car and locking the doors before Reno can get out. Then I grin at Rude and lead the way to the pizzeria. Minutes later, the redheaded Turk joins us, grumpily scowling and sweating from the heat in the truck.