Bars were definitely more Reno's style, but he did clean up nice and he was willing to be fancy for his fancy friend. Truth be told, if he were back home he'd be able to give Maki all the good things in life. Maki came from money in his world, but Reno made the money in his. Turk paychecks were no laughing matter. Unfortunately, in Maki's world, Reno had to rob people (granted, ones that tried to turn him over first) to get money.

Not that it was hard or morally challenging for someone that had killed people as part of his living.

"Hey, whatever sounds good to you sounds perfect to me. I just wanna do whatever makes you comfortable until you don't think I'm a drunk lunatic lookin' to score. I'm a sober idiot lookin' to score. Much more genteel and realistic," the redhead grinned and laughed before realizing he'd pretty much just stated his intentions to knock boots in the future.

Welllll fuck.

"I mean. That's a joke. I'm joking. It's in poor taste. Shit. My bad. I promise I'm not a total idiot. I just like the taste of my shoes, apparently."