ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

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

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[harassmenthobbyist]

Do we really want him out on some gang's payroll?

[notmyrealname]

I don't think anyone should be paying him.

[He was better off dead in her opinion.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

President ain't gonna waste a genius.

[notmyrealname]

The planet is full of geniuses.

[harassmenthobbyist]

Most of 'em have morals.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Yet. That's a key word right there.]

Right. [No point denying what he knows she knows. The politeness earns a crooked smile, though, and the faintest release of tension. If she's willing to be polite, she's probably not here for anything more than small talk.

Probably.

You never really can tell with the Turks.]

And you're Cissnei. Zack's talked about you.

[His own olive branch, of sorts, bringing up Zack. A hint at stories passed between friends in the past is a good way to keep things relaxed.]

[notmyrealname]

[Cissnei frowns softly, finishing off her drink.]

Maybe that's what we need.

[She sets her glass down then reaches over to punch his shoulder lightly.]

Stop. I'm not here for serious talk--not today.

[paidmuchbetter]

"As we were a few minutes ago, and yet you still addressed me formally," Tseng pointed out. Not that he cared.

He finished his own drink as she spoke, watching her curiously. "If you say so."

Now he was at a crossroads. Get another drink to be social, or stop drinking so he won't be impaired? He could try being social without a drink...

"Is this what you prefer to do on your time off?"

[notmyrealname]

[Her expression shifts just the slightest bit, a softness there that hadn't been visible before as her lips curve into a more real sort of smile.]

I doubt he has enough restraint not to talk about people. Friend or not.

[There's a fondness in her voice that she can't dismiss as she shakes her head, sipping at her drink.]

He's a good person. [Maybe even too good for ShinRa but there's nothing they can do about that, is there?] I've heard the same about you.

[notmyrealname]

Cissnei can't help but roll her eyes. "I'll make sure to refrain next time." Smartass.

"Not really. I've come out with the others sometimes but I'm not a fan of bars most of the time," she admitted, nursing her drink some more. "A little too loud for my liking. And crowded. Though it's not too terrible tonight."

[harassmenthobbyist]

[Reno smirks and grabs her ass]

[notmyrealname]

[And that, sir, gets you a punch to the face.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

[Which Reno just takes, laughing as he pokes at his cheek. A few people around them promptly move away--these two are clearly fucked up]

Ow.

[notmyrealname]

Hands to yourself, asshole.

[Even as she says it, though, there's a small grin on her lips.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

Aw, come on. Sexual harassment is my specialty.

[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.]

[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. ]

[notmyrealname]

Save it for someone else.

[She reaches over to flick him in the forehead this time.]

Or I might make your night terrible.

[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?

[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?

[isafuckingvampire]

[Fantastic.

Vincent resisted the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, shooting Rufus a glance out of the corner of his eye.]

Cloud's..person?

[Just how drunk are you, Rufus?]

[deus_ex_phs]

[A snort of amusement escapes from Kunsel before he can muffle it.]

Zack probably wouldn't know restraint if it hit him across the face with handcuffs.

[Hey, being friends with Zack doesn't mean he can't crack jokes at his friend's expense.]

But I can't argue with you there. About him being a good person, I mean, not about the other. Not sure it's fair, comparing me to him.

[He might have said more, but he abruptly cuts himself off.]

...don't you dare tell him I actually said that.

[swordoath]

[ now there is a goal: to one day get his good friend here heavily under the influence. maybe then he'd lighten up.

or cry and they'd all drown, but Zack prefers to think of Cloud as a happy drunk and not the other way around. he's an optimist.

anyway, Zack just flashes Cloud a little grin. ]

Worse? ...Or better? All depends on how you want to look at it.

[notmyrealname]

There's really no lie there.

[He's good at what he does but...sometimes she wonders if a lot of his success just comes out of sheer dumb luck.

There's a sly touch to her grin as she glances at Kunsel, eyebrow lifting as he makes that light threat.]

I think he'd be really interested to hear that, though.

[It's said playfully, because she's not going to go around saying things just because. But that doesn't mean she won't play it up that she's going to.]

I can already hear the comments about you being sappy.

[corporateprince]

[Very. The answer is he's very drunk.]

Yes, his... [More vague gesturing, then something like the action of cocking a gun and reacting to the recoil of firing it.] You know. Like me. Guns! You use guns, like me.

[Oh, wow... He hadn't realized he was that drunk. Well, YOLO.]