This place was strange, fucked up really. Between the chip and kidnapping, Reno's been switching back and forth between the need to get laid and the need to beat ever loving shit out of someone. 'Someone' at first had meant anyone in charge who could potentially get him out of here and had devolved into meaning anyone to whom he happened to take an instant dislike.

In this case it was some jackass too drunk to realize two things: no meant no, and the e-mag wasn't some kind of sex toy. Which was why said JA had a nice bruise on his cheek and was currently flailing through the crowd, arms pinwheeling to keep his balance, all in the direction of one Hibari Kyouya.

Reno watched his would be assailant sputter and flail with a look that was one part vicious, one part pleased, and wholly unapologetic for any harm he might have caused to the guy or anyone that happened to be in the way.

"Fucker. Serves your dumb ass right."