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Cissnei ([personal profile] notmyrealname) wrote in [community profile] abstractborders2016-05-08 06:33 pm

ShinRA Trash Party


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



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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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?]
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
....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.]
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not his fault you're a wannabe sharpshooter.]

I guess.

[Insert frown here.]

I'll pass.
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[So he was just looking to have drunken fun. With guns. Wonderful.

Vincent tilted his head down enough to hide his frown in the collar of his jacket, watching as the bar tender scurried over with the bourbon. He kept his silence until the man had left and after a hesitant moment he took the offered glass.

A slight nod is all Rufus would get before the man knocked the glass back in one swift go, sliding the now empty glass back onto the bar.]


Why here and now?
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Rufus stared in mild horror as the alcohol was dispatched so quickly. Bourbon was meant to be sipped, tasted and savored, not... Taken as a shot. He almost wanted to deny the man any more of the golden liquid, but he also wanted to get him at least tipsy...

... So he poured him another glass.]


Because we are both here right now. Because I've had some drinks and I think it would be fun. Do you need further reasons?
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Vincent's just going to hide a smirk now because that reaction? Priceless.

He eyes the refilled glass with a bit of disdain though, not reaching for it just yet.]


Seems pointless but if you insist.
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-09 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[That just makes you a douchebag, Vincent.]

I don't insist, but I do invite you to join me. I'm hardly here to order anyone to do anything.
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-09 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[You're one to talk.]

Good to know.

[He finally reaches for the glass and this time takes a sip of it rather than knocking it back.]

Where are we doing this?
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[personal profile] corporateprince 2016-05-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, so he was game. This brings a smirk to Rufus' lips, and he nudges the full glass towards Vincent.]

There's a door to a back alley over there. It's contained and private, and I highly doubt gunshots in this area will cause too much commotion.
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[personal profile] isafuckingvampire 2016-05-10 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Why are you so intent on making him drink?]

Fine.

[The former Turk stands without another word, snagging the glass as he goes and finishing it off as he heads for the door Rufus had mentioned.

The sooner they got this over with the better.]