ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

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

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[notmyrealname]

[It had been one hell of a week. It seemed as though everything that could go wrong had gone wrong and just didn't get any better. By the end of it, through all the improvised missions and injuries, Cissnei was just done.

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.]

[paidmuchbetter]

Parties are... not particularly Tseng's favorite activity. No, he's not as stuck up as everyone supposes he is, and he lets loose in his own ways now and then. But he'd been urged to at least make an appearance, so there you have him. The Turk had stationed himself at a high table off to the side near the center of a wall so he could see everything and react quickly should anything arise.

Off duty didn't mean off his guard.

That said, he had a half-finished glass of whiskey in hand, his third actually, so it wasn't as though he wasn't allowing himself a vice here or there. Polite smiles are sent in the direction of anyone whose gaze lingers too long, trying to dispel the idea that Turks are capable of killing with a glance and are prone to doing so constantly. Honestly, it isn't going well, and most would rather avoid looking at Tseng at all, let alone go anywhere near him. For the most part, this suits him just fine.

[harassmenthobbyist]

[Fuck cactuars.

Really that's all Reno's got to say about this week. Last week it was 'fuck chocobos' and the week before that was 'fuck that fucking Zolom seriously fuck that'.

Needless to say, this month has been stressful. As soon as midnight hit and he was off work for the next week, Reno had informed everyone that he was getting drunk, they knew where to look for him, come get him if it's an emergency.

So Reno is two shots of tequila and a rum and coke into his drinking at this particular bar tonight.]

[notachocobo]

[He really hadn't meant to end up in a bar with a bunch of Turks. It just sort of..happened. He'd really just wanted a drink and some time to himself but instead he'd ended up here.

Watching some of the most dangerous people on the planet get shit faced.

Snagging a table for himself in the corner, Cloud had tried to keep to himself as much as possible preferring just to watch. The Buster Sword rested against the wall behind him, well within reach just in case but he felt relaxed enough to not have it on his back. Anyone stupid enough to start a fight here was in for a hell of a surprise.

And honestly, watching everything unfold was kind of the most entertaining thing he'd seen in awhile. Who knew the Turks actually knew how to have fun.]

[deus_ex_phs]

[Parties are great. Kunsel loves parties. Bonus points if the party is at a bar with plenty of booze in its stock. Drunk coworkers make for the greatest sources of gossip, and Kunsel's all about getting good dirt.

Seated off to the side - close enough to watch and listen, just far away enough to hopefully not draw much attention - the SOLDIER Second nurses a drink.

And watches.

If nothing else, this party's already promising some decent hilarity.]

[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. ]

[corporateprince]

One couldn't simply spend their every day locked away in a tower, or they may begin to feel like some mythical princess. And like a mythical princess, sometimes the one locked away enjoyed donning a disguise and finding a drink that didn't come from a crystal carafe in a pristine setting.

No, he wanted to put on clothing that didn't scream "corporate goon" and he wouldn't notice if they got dirty and go have a drink with the common people. He even forewent slicking his hair back, allowing it to part slightly on the right and fall to the sides.

He found a booth at a bar in a seedier part of Midgar, managed to refrain from ordering the most expensive thing the bar had, and sat back to watch.

[backwatertrooper]

Cloud may be attempting to become one with his scarf (and maybe the wall behind him) while clutching his drink. What's even in it? Is he old enough to drink it?

Who knows, because Cloud doesn't.

Why did he let himself be convinced to come here, anyway?

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[Or maybe he's not attending so much as lurking patrolling outside, whichever you want.]