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ShinRA Trash Party

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