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Dōjima was also stylishly late, but only because she'd already been out testing the island's beaches and had to freshen up appropriately. If they were going out, she had to be fabulous.

Ha. Found them.

"Hi boys, I miss any fun?" she asked, coming up next to Romeo and inspecting his drink. "Ah-ha! Have you decided ouzo isn't icky?"

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"It's good if you mix it with enough stuff," he informed her solemnly, stretching up to kiss her hello properly. "But tell Reno licorice is gross."

"And the fun is just starting."

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"We got all'uv Greece at our fingertips, yo," Reno replied smoothly. "If drinkin' the local slop involves chuggin' down licorice, I'll take it. I'm the dumbass that drinks Everclear from the bottle, remember?"

He was.

"What do we got on the agenda for the night, anyhow? And if anyone says 'tattoos,' I'm headin' back to the island."

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"No tattoos!" Dōjima declared, giving both of them a Look. "You guys started without me, didn't you? You suck," she said, trying to steal Romeo's drink. "Romeo, Reno's old enough to make up his own mind about what kind of lighter fluid he wants to drink, and some of us like licorice."

"All I have on my agenda tonight is drinking, dancing, and sex. Hopefully with my boyfriend."

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"No tattoos," Romeo agreed. "Yet. And there is something very wrong with liking licorice."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Only hopefully? Is there a way I can upgrade my chances, fair one?"

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"Well, you got no danger of losin' your chances to me," Reno conversationally stated into his drink.

Licorice was damn good, thank you.

"We like the world to not end, and all."

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"Oh gods no, no world ending!" Dōjima waved her hands and shook her head. "We just survived the weekend, I'd like to actually make it through my senior year, thanks."

"The way to improve your chances is to keep up with me," she informed Romeo sweetly, raising a hand to order another round for everyone. "If you pass out on me, I'm going to be very very sad."

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"And also your child was terrifying," Romeo pointed out, because he was never letting them forget that. "She sang."

He flashed a grin at her. "I think I can manage that," he said, deliberately tossing the rest of his drink back.

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"One of the many reasons I'm takin' a foray into monogamy," Reno smirked, knocking back the last of his drink and motioning for another. Without all the other gratuitous crap mixed into it.

Possibly just to see Romeo make faces at it.

"So, we gonna just drink and then take in the sights, or what? I mean, for a place named after a by-product of bacon, Greece ain't half bad."

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Dōjima rolled her eyes. "Can we not remind me of the brain-damage that was one of my offspring? Please?"

"I think Greece came before bacon, Red," she mused, sipping her drink. "Not sure, but I bet we could find out. Could we handle mixing education and recreation?"

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"You must have both been heavily drugged when she was made," Romeo said, wisely ending his comments there as he mused abotu the issue before them.

"Salty pork and ancient civilization? They might be about the same age." He lowered his chin to the table, staring at the liquid in his glass. "I could mix education and recreation, but possibly not tonight."

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"Education and recreation." Reno held up his glass- he was going to have to get himself a bottle of this stuff for the road, dammit- and stuck out his tongue again. "Sounds like a little bit of 'Red-ucation' time, to me, yo. If all we learn tonight is when humanity in these parts thought up bacon, I'll consider tonight a night well spent, zoto."

It was like being on a mission. Only with more drinking and less blowing things up.

Possibly.

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"They thought up ouzo," Dōjima supplied helpfully, holding up her glass. "And, um, gyros, which are way yummy, and some tasty wines. I think that's all the important stuff."

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Romeo waved a hand, sloshing his glass a little as he did so. "Mythology! Like the statue we had to chisel at in religions," he told Reno. "An' the Romans stole almost their whole religion."

"But I don't know if they made up bacon," he pouted. "Someone must've..."

Perhaps another drink would clear this up for him; he signaled the waitress.

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"No way," Reno said, shaking his head, downing the contents of his glass, and waving for them to just give him the damn bottle to parade around with as he pleased. "Bacon's eternal. Probably older than those statues we had to nip the tips offa in class."

He tilted his head, considering, carefully.

"That was a weird freakin' class. Wonder why it never touched on bacon?"

Aside from the teacher being Jewish and all. Reno wouldn't know the difference anyhow.

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"So very glad I didn't have that class," Dōjima said, draining her glass and ~~flirting~~ pouting at the waitress for another. "I had our coolness class, and spying, and driver's ed. We got to drive the awesomest things!"

"Is bacon the same from world to world?" she asked, suddenly curious. "I mean, your bacon doesn't come from those fluffy birds, does it?"

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"Biff was weird," Romeo declared. "Maybe he didn't want us all to ignore our gods and start worshiping bacon."

He screwed up his face at Yurika's question, then realized it was more likely directed at Reno. "Bacon should not come from birds," he decided anyhow. "Turkey bacon is Wrong."

"... and I'm off to see if I can figure out the Greek for men's room." He slithered off his stool and away.

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Reno glanced at Romeo as he made his way to the bathroom. Right, then.

"Chocobo bacon," he mused, tapping the mouth of the bottle to his lips thoughtfully. "That'd be somethin', wouldn't it? I don't think that's where it comes from. I dunno. I ain't a farmer or whatever. Some kinda dead thing, right?"

He glanced at Dōjima curiously. "Why? Where's your bacon come from?"

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"Pigs!" Dōjima said cheerfully, taking her new drink as she glanced after the retreating Romeo. "How much earlier than us did he start? I didn't think he was that much of a lightweight."

Shaking her head, she grinned and turned her attention back to Reno. "I'm no farmer, Red, and I know the basics of where my food comes from. Steak is from cows, bacon is from pigs, and chicken is from chicken. Other stuff is probably from grow-y crap or something. Plants."

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"Growy crap." Reno chewed on that one for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Never really gave a crap where my food came from. Sheep? Boundfats?"

Actually, no, he'd rather bacon not come from boundfats. They were pretty freaking gross.

"So long as I could get my hands on it, it was all good. Don't think it comes from chocobos, anyhow. Pigs? Yeah?"

This revelation called for more drinking.

"I'm swearin' off bacon, I think."

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"What? No way. You can't swear off bacon, that's practically a sin!" Dōjima protested, still grinning. "Going out to an all-night diner and getting eggs and bacon at three a.m. is the best thing ever. You can't just abandon the bacon because it comes from a piggie!"

If she really had ruined bacon for him, this called for her buying him another drink.

Dōjima was many things, but not completely cruel.

"I think gyros are made from baby sheeps, but I have no idea what a boundfat is, or if any food comes from it. It does not sound cute."

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"I don't think anyone'd want to eat anything offa a boundfat anyhow," Reno said with an oh-so-very-expressive wave of his hand. "They're all... fat. Kinda jiggly. They bounce around an' shit."

He paused for further consideration.

"Though if that fatty bacon came offa one of those, I wouldn't be surprised, either, yo. Why, you figure it's gotta be cute to be edible?"

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"If it's completely repulsive looking, would anyone be brave enough to eat it and see if it was safe?" she asked. "I read somewhere once that the most brightly colored things in nature are poisonous, and so are lots of spiky things."

No, she's not looking at his hair. That would be mean.

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Reno had to consider that one for a bit.

"Boundfats are bright green and got spikes down their backs. Not for eating, zoto."

No, he totally hadn't caught the reference to his hair. Initially.

"And certain other spiked brightly-colored livin' things ain't that repulsive, are they?"

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