ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

Ain't no party as good as a ShinRa Party!

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[notmyrealname]

[It had been one hell of a week. It seemed as though everything that could go wrong had gone wrong and just didn't get any better. By the end of it, through all the improvised missions and injuries, Cissnei was just done.

Which is why she had ended up in a slightly seedier bar than she probably would have gone into down in the slums, a drink in hand as she sat at the bar. There had already been quite a few comments made at her and to her from some of the other patrons but she'd ignored it. For one, she just didn't care and two? She could knock them all flat on their asses if she had to.

She wasn't going to waste her time though. Right now she just wanted to drink and forget about how awful everything had been.

And judging by the three empty bottles already in front of her, she was well on her way there.]

[heroproceeding]

[ He's not one to traverse around this side of town usually. No, not typically.

But he'd seen her here and there around the tower. Maybe not enough to make much small talk lately but enough to put two and two together that she hadn't had the most pleasant week. Of course, when you're a Turk, he imagines there aren't many pleasantries to be had in her line of work.

But she's still a friend, and that might have been all the cause he had to follow her that evening.

Of course, a Turk would never make that easy though. He'd lost her- or maybe she'd lost him in moments. And from then, it was a matter of dipping in and out of establishments. But it's easier as the night grows older and shops start to close up. Less to choose from.

And eventually, he does choose the right spot. Eyes linger on him, unfriendly, as he steps into the bar. A bit of murmurs can be heard here and there about how 'That's one of them damn ShinRa dogs' and 'Look at those freaky eyes', but he ignores them, letting it be barricading and the other loud, obnoxious talk as he makes his way over towards the back of familiar shoulder-length red hair.

A light touch to her shoulder is the first signal of his presence. ] Hey, Cissnei.. Long time no see.

[notmyrealname]

[She had indeed done her best to shake him, wanting to disappear and while she did consider Zack a friend, sometimes it was just hard to face him. It was hard to face anyone that wasn't a Turk after a particularly bad run of missions. There were things that happened, things that she had to do, that she wasn't allowed to talk about with others and Zack was one of those people that made it hard not to talk.

When he hadn't come in right away Cissnei had figured she had accomplished her goal and would be allowed to drown herself in some drinks before stumbling home.

Zack Fair was full of surprises though.

The touch to her shoulder has her head turning slightly, a sharp glare starting only to disappear as she realizes who it is. Tension seeps out of her shoulders enough to show that she isn't upset--just disappointed that she hadn't been able to keep him away. Now her night was going to be difficult.]

Zack. It has been awhile.

[paidmuchbetter]

Parties are... not particularly Tseng's favorite activity. No, he's not as stuck up as everyone supposes he is, and he lets loose in his own ways now and then. But he'd been urged to at least make an appearance, so there you have him. The Turk had stationed himself at a high table off to the side near the center of a wall so he could see everything and react quickly should anything arise.

Off duty didn't mean off his guard.

That said, he had a half-finished glass of whiskey in hand, his third actually, so it wasn't as though he wasn't allowing himself a vice here or there. Polite smiles are sent in the direction of anyone whose gaze lingers too long, trying to dispel the idea that Turks are capable of killing with a glance and are prone to doing so constantly. Honestly, it isn't going well, and most would rather avoid looking at Tseng at all, let alone go anywhere near him. For the most part, this suits him just fine.

[notmyrealname]

Oh Tseng. You just never change.

Sliding into one of the open seats at the table the lead Turk had claimed, Cissnei is nursing her second drink of the night--a bottle of some sort of beer that isn't the greatest but it'll do. She cups her chin in her hand, elbow propped on the table as she lifts her bottle at him with her free hand, a hint of a smile teasing at her lips.

"Really loosening up tonight, aren't you sir?" she muses in a teasing tone, well aware that the other Turk had actually been drinking his fair share.

[paidmuchbetter]

There is no surprised evident on Tseng's face when Cissnei approaches, taking a seat, but he has to wonder. She's a beautiful young woman with a great deal of charm. She had no need to remain by her boss at a party, yet there she was.

"More than usual, yes," he responds with a slight smile. "Are you enjoying the evening?"

[heroproceeding]

Parties aren't anything Zack's adverse to in the least- at least when they aren't involving politics. And this so happens to be a loose one if not a... well, different one. It feels strange to feel the eyes of the Turk on him and everyone else there. He just seems so... out of place. Maybe even feels that way, too, for that matter.

It's hard to say. Tseng's hard to read. Sometimes frustratingly so. It doesn't stop Zack from barging over though. He raises a glass to him, an unspoken offer to try it (because seriously, whiskey, man? Boring with a capital 'B'!)

"Not much of a party-goer, huh."

[paidmuchbetter]

Out of place is an understatement, but Tseng is trying his best anyhow.

"Perhaps this just isn't my type of party," he responded with a genuine smile, though it scarcely moved his face. Obliging, he takes the glass from the other, lifting it to sniff before taking a sip, more flavoring it than anything. After a moment, he handed it back, no discernible reaction.

The Turk wasn't afraid to admit that he liked Zack's company, but it would be frowned on for him to mention such things aloud, and it may put the SOLDIER in a bad position if someone thought to do something against Tseng with the information. Not that Tseng was at all afraid for Zack.

"Somehow I expected you to be a bit more into the scene than you are." He hadn't thought Zack was a total party boy, but definitely some level of party boy.

[harassmenthobbyist]

[Fuck cactuars.

Really that's all Reno's got to say about this week. Last week it was 'fuck chocobos' and the week before that was 'fuck that fucking Zolom seriously fuck that'.

Needless to say, this month has been stressful. As soon as midnight hit and he was off work for the next week, Reno had informed everyone that he was getting drunk, they knew where to look for him, come get him if it's an emergency.

So Reno is two shots of tequila and a rum and coke into his drinking at this particular bar tonight.]

[notmyrealname]

Not wasting any time, are you?

[Leaning on the bar, Cissnei motions for the tender to come over and orders herself a rum and coke as well. She's not much of a drinker, herself, but this week had been pretty god awful and she needs it. They all do, actually, but she would honestly be surprised to see many of the others show up.

Which is part of the reason she was here. Someone had to make sure Reno didn't get himself into too much trouble.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

[He's a grown man, thank you. He can take care of himself]

Nope. I'm not stoppin' until I don't remember what cacutar needles feel like.

[notachocobo]

[He really hadn't meant to end up in a bar with a bunch of Turks. It just sort of..happened. He'd really just wanted a drink and some time to himself but instead he'd ended up here.

Watching some of the most dangerous people on the planet get shit faced.

Snagging a table for himself in the corner, Cloud had tried to keep to himself as much as possible preferring just to watch. The Buster Sword rested against the wall behind him, well within reach just in case but he felt relaxed enough to not have it on his back. Anyone stupid enough to start a fight here was in for a hell of a surprise.

And honestly, watching everything unfold was kind of the most entertaining thing he'd seen in awhile. Who knew the Turks actually knew how to have fun.]

[deus_ex_phs]

[Parties are great. Kunsel loves parties. Bonus points if the party is at a bar with plenty of booze in its stock. Drunk coworkers make for the greatest sources of gossip, and Kunsel's all about getting good dirt.

Seated off to the side - close enough to watch and listen, just far away enough to hopefully not draw much attention - the SOLDIER Second nurses a drink.

And watches.

If nothing else, this party's already promising some decent hilarity.]

[notmyrealname]

Not the socializing type?

[Cissnei knew who Kunsel was. It was a part of her job to know things and knowing who all the SOLDIERs were was tied into that. She had never delved too much into his history but she knew that he was a close friend of Zack's. And was good at digging things up.

That in itself was interesting enough to prompt her going over to where he sat after she spotted him.]

Or just enjoying the show?

[isafuckingvampire]

[One day he would learn to say no.

Today was apparently not that day.

Vincent had been forced convinced to join the others at the bar and it turned out that their chosen destination was also the chosen destination of the off duty Turks. It had been a bit awkward, for Vincent that is, and he had immediately drifted off to the far end of the bar in an attempt to just stay out of sight and out of mind.

This is what he gets for staying in Midgar for awhile. Note to self: No more answering texts or phone calls.]

[corporateprince]

[And sometimes the off-duty Turks brought their also off-duty boss, the president of Shinra. Risky? Sure. But that's what he had Turks for, right? Right.

It made the bartender happy, though, because Rufus usually paid for everything the Turks drank, which mean they drank more, and often bought a round for everyone in the bar. He also purchased the top shelf alcohol for himself, which was some good gil in the bank for the bar.

The top shelf booze tended to get a person drunk quicker, even someone experienced such as Rufus, and this night he'd had a good many shots and glasses already. It was when he was starting to wonder if he could walk a straight line that he noticed Vincent.]

You! You're the... [He gestured vaguely for a moment while he tried to recall the word.] ... Well, Cloud's person, right?

[swordoath]

[ some people come to a bar to drink their sorrows or stress away. Zack? nah. he's honest to god just here to have a good time. and if he gets inebriated along the way, well. that will just lead to even more great times.

but that's still an if.

what it doesn't do is stop Zack from raising a glass and cheering on anyone else who just so happens to either be making a fool of themselves or to goad another into a contest. see who passes out first.

spoilers: won't be Zack. ]

[notachocobo]

[Cloud will never understand the appeal in getting so stupidly drunk that you act like a fool. But even he has to admit that it's kind of hilarious to watch.

Especially when you have a friend encouraging them.

Leaning back in his seat, Cloud stifles a laugh.]

You're set on making this worse, aren't you?

[deus_ex_phs]

[Careful, Zack. Pay too much attention to the chaos in front of you and you might miss another SOLDIER coming up on you from behind.

Not that he won't notice Kunsel soon enough - not after Kunsel rests his glass on Zack's head (still in his hand, because who could balance anything on that mass of spikes?)]

Hey, Zack. Having fun?

[corporateprince]

[Rufus has been quite enjoying sitting back in his booth in the bar and watching the drunken revelry around himself. He's been sipping at his bourbon, but there is no reason to drink such a fine liquor as if it were water. Better to savor it.

The distinctive uniform of a SOLDIER caught his attention, and after a moment of quiet observation, Rufus decided to approach the man.]

What are you having?

[corporateprince]

One couldn't simply spend their every day locked away in a tower, or they may begin to feel like some mythical princess. And like a mythical princess, sometimes the one locked away enjoyed donning a disguise and finding a drink that didn't come from a crystal carafe in a pristine setting.

No, he wanted to put on clothing that didn't scream "corporate goon" and he wouldn't notice if they got dirty and go have a drink with the common people. He even forewent slicking his hair back, allowing it to part slightly on the right and fall to the sides.

He found a booth at a bar in a seedier part of Midgar, managed to refrain from ordering the most expensive thing the bar had, and sat back to watch.

[harassmenthobbyist]

Reno slid into the booth almost as soon as Rufus sat down, his own drink in hand. Most people might not recognize him, but a Turk's job is to know everything that's going on. Reno knew it was Rufus the second he walked in.

"If you didn't wanna be found, boss, maybe don't hit up my kinda bars."

[backwatertrooper]

Cloud may be attempting to become one with his scarf (and maybe the wall behind him) while clutching his drink. What's even in it? Is he old enough to drink it?

Who knows, because Cloud doesn't.

Why did he let himself be convinced to come here, anyway?

---

[Or maybe he's not attending so much as lurking patrolling outside, whichever you want.]

[notmyrealname]

Everyone needs a chance to lighten up a bit, Cloud. Even someone like you.

Cissnei had never really interacted with the young trooper much but she knew Zack was friends with him and had purposefully kept an eye on him because of it. So the minute she had spotted him in the bar, looking uncomfortable and like he wanted to just disappear...she made her way over.

Because he was just begging for attention.

"I'm impressed you managed to get a drink," she mused in a bit of a teasing tone, absently tapping her own bottle of beer against her thigh. "What are you...fourteen?" She knows he's fifteen but still. Such a baby face.

i do what i want and you can't stop me

[swordoath]

[ let's face it. the entire reason that such an itty bitty thing is here is all because of this guy right here. the guy that is currently strolling up and slapping an arm around this little dude so he won't be so lonely.

or awkward. probably awkward. okay yeah to Zack it's more like Cloud probably doesn't know what to say or who to say anything to. ]

No matter how hard you try, you can't really hide in that thing, buddy. Your hair kind of sticks out everywhere and then you stick out.

[ as if he is one to talk, right? ]