ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

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

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[notachocobo]

[Excuse you he would not cry! Where are you even getting that, Zack? Stop being rude.]

Better how, exactly? I'm really only seeing broken tables and bottles in the near future at this rate.

[isafuckingvampire]

....Yes, I use guns. But I doubt we use them in the same way.

[Aka he's got a style all of his own and you just point and shoot, Rufus. Let's be real here.]

[swordoath]

[ excuse you, he is the epitome of sincerity. ]

That's because you're only looking at the aftermath. I'm seeing people dancing on those tables and waving those bottles in tribute to that dancing in the near future.

[notachocobo]

[Right. Sure you are.]

Is this before or after someone falls off one of the tables?

[Okay so, he can't help but grin at the mental image of all of this, even if he is trying to hide it.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

Not the fun kind of terrible, either?

[corporateprince]

[Wow well sorry everyone can't win the Midgar Little Miss Gunsmith contest, Vincent.]

Yes, but we both understand the importance of marksmanship.

[He paused looking Vincent over.]

You need a drink. Or five.

[swordoath]

Eh. Let's go with both.

[ he can see that grin, Cloud. don't bother hiding it. ]

Maybe you'll end up joining in. That I might pay to see.

totally not here

[heroproceeding]

[ SWEET SHIVA KUNS.

BRO

BRO

YOU AND I ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. ]

[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?

[notachocobo]

[And see, here he had just wanted to take a drink of his beer but no. No. Instead he's now choking on it, hunching forward a bit as he puts a hand over his mouth. It takes him a moment but he manages to send a weak glare Zack's way--that's really not that threatening given the faint blush staining his cheeks.]

What?!

[isafuckingvampire]

[It's not his fault you're a wannabe sharpshooter.]

I guess.

[Insert frown here.]

I'll pass.

[swordoath]

[ wow! rude! he could totally balance something on his head... as long as it was heavy enough to flatten said mass of spikes.

but sure enough, that is definitely a way to get his attention. Zack leans back just a little to see who it is that's just stepped up. ]

Sure am! Aren't you?

[notmyrealname]

No, no fun involved whatsoever.

[corporateprince]

[He uses a shotgun. There is no sharpshooting with shotguns. Get your head out of your ass, Vampireman.]

Come now, I want to challenge you to a contest but you're several drinks behind. Let me help you catch up.

[Without waiting for the museum exhibit to respond, Rufus motioned for the bartender to bring them over something strong.]

[swordoath]

[ oops. even while Zack helps Cloud out by giving his back a few pats, he's laughing. laughing at Cloud choking. what an awesome friend. ]

What? You don't think it'd be worth a few gil to see you without a grumpy or a straight face, actually having fun?

[harassmenthobbyist]

Tch, why do we keep you around, huh?

[deus_ex_phs]

[Oh, he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. Playing with a Turk is dangerous. But that grin. And that threat.]

What, you think he doesn't already know how much of a sap I am? I was talking about the pun.

[The best bluffs have a grain of truth to them.

The question is, will she buy it?]

[isafuckingvampire]

[Maybe not for you, spoiled little shit.]

I doubt even me drinking will give you the upper hand.

[It comes out in a rather bored drawl.

Vincent is not in the mood for this, Rufus.]

not here either!

[deus_ex_phs]

[JUST TELLING IT LIKE IT IS, BRO. YOU CAN'T BE MAD AT THE TRUTH.]

[notachocobo]

[Cloud playfully swats his hand away, trying his best to glare but it's hard to keep his grin at bay because, well, this is Zack.]

I am not dancing on a table.

[And he knows how to have fun, thank you very much.]

[deus_ex_phs]

[Whoa, yeah, definitely a good thing he never actually let go. If he had, his drink would have gone spilling right then. Probably all over Zack's head. You should totally thank you, Zack.]

So far? Pretty good. No drunken brawls yet, and nobody's made out who shouldn't. Could be better, though. I'm still listening for any good gossip.

[Kunsel, your priorities...]

[swordoath]

Doesn't have to be a table.

[ and just to be a gentleman, Zack flags the barkeep down to get another beer for Cloud. because yeah... yeah that had been kind of his doing. he'll own up to that. ]

Or maybe you just have two left feet.

[notmyrealname]

Because I'm actually talented in the field.

[swordoath]

[ he'd probably just have laughed about it. and maybe shake himself off like a dog to 'share' with Kunsel anyway. ]

If you really want to get in on gossip, you should order everyone another round or two. Then tell me if you hear anything good.

[ for blackmail/teasing material. clearly. ]

[corporateprince]

Then it's a good thing I'm not looking for the upper hand, just an even playing field.

[The bartender rushed over with a bottle of bourbon that was clearly too fine for this area and suggested the man had purchased it specially for the President. Two glasses were left for them and a small bucket of ice at which the president rolled his eyes. Who enjoyed fine alcohol cold? It killed the flavor.

He poured two glasses, picking one up for himself and handing the other to the ex-Turk.]

Cheers.