ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

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

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[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.