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Post by Lunatic Belle on Jan 28, 2009 23:36:53 GMT
"Wow, this is better than any drinking contest!" Cait Sith hooted. "Sambuca, as well, please".
He wanted to play "movie drinking", but this was much better, he was drunk anyways. Grinning silly he leaned back, forgetting that bar stools don't have back rests and fell right into Reno's lap, spilling the Turks drink. "Sssorry, Reeeno!" Cait purred "Another drriink for me'n my frieand here, Tifa!" With that he turned his attention to Reeve and Yuffie again, still sitting in Reno's lap.
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 28, 2009 23:59:38 GMT
I love the drinking contest. Mint and Mystic you make brilliant Yuffie/Reeve. Continue pls oh pls Rufus oversaw one of his most trusted business associates and a scantily dressed teenager consume various shots like that tiny person who was running around consumed sweets. He was mildly concerned. "I would like another drink," he announced, finishing his second doubly whisky and jumping with fright as he looked at the bar and saw a drink already made there. "Mr. Shinra," Tifa said, oozing the kind of sweetness that you couldn't do anything but mistrust. Rufus was also a little drunk at the moment, and decided that he was not the centre of attention enough. In fact, everyone seemed to have forgotten him. "If there are to be any glames..." he started with the authority of a man who commanded millions, and petering out to the slurr of someone the wrong side of ale, whiskey, gin, wine.... "If there are to be any games played," he corrected himself. "Then I am to win them." He spun around on his barstool and fixed his sight on Tseng. "Tseng has always let me win," he reminded everyone. "You want to win, do you?" the crabby barmaid snapped, and then lined up four shot glasses, pouring some kind of viscous alcohol into them and setting them alight with a flash of fire materia. It was no exaggeration to say that Rufus Shinra was not the top of Tifa Lockhart's 'most favorite people' list. In fact, he technically tried to have her put to death. She had not forgiven him for that, and although she could not kill the man with her fists, she could still poison his liver, eventually sending him to an early grave from cirosis -- which was better than nothing. Rufus stared at his flaming shots. "How am I to drink things that are on fire?" he questioned bemusedly.
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 29, 2009 0:06:26 GMT
It was boring sitting to the side, so Elena stood and moved closer to where the action was taking place, now interested in taking place in this contest. Tseng may have let Rufus win all the time, but he had stolen her drink and the blonde held grudges over things like that.
"Hit me, Tifa!"
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 29, 2009 0:07:04 GMT
Genesis let out a small chuckle at Rufus' question before finishing his rum and asking Tifa for one of what she had made for Rufus. "It is a mystery that one such as yourself may never understand." He drawled on boredly. He was starting to feel the effects of the drinks he was having and began to smirk bemusedly at nothing.
"Do you have Absinthe Tifa?" He asked after receiving another couple drinks.
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 0:12:44 GMT
Elena's elbow bumped Rufus's carelessly as she shifted closer, and he whipped around to stare at her in horror. She had made him spill his drink; it was (or had been) pink and fizzy, and while probably too camp to safely enjoy as a heterosexual man, it was quite nice. Had been.
"You..." he murmured vaguely, like he couldn't quite remember something. "Small blonde woman." He pointed to the spill on the bar. "You made me spill my drink." He raised a soft hand and clicked his fingers.
"Another, barmaid!" he demanded, noticing at last that his small burning things had stopped burning. "Wonderful!" he cheered, turning to Elena with a detached smile. "Drinks all around!"
He lifted a shot and knocked it back without sensation - ah, he had reached that stage now. Wonderful. Drinks all around! I'm matching my narrative to Rufus's coherance, in case anyone was wondering. Expect it to lose direction as he does ;P
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 29, 2009 0:17:22 GMT
Noticing the line-up on the bar counter, Elena picked up one of the small shots and knocked it back, knowing it was wise not inspect the drink beforehand as Reno had taught her. It was fine for a second, then burned its way down to her stomach. Made bold by the generous amount of alcohol now flowing freely around her veins, Elena turned to her employer and poked him rather hard in the chest.
"It's Elena ... sir!"
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 0:22:50 GMT
Rufus stared at Elena.
"What... in Gaia's green name," he began, "is an 'Elenasir?" He looked down at their drinks. "Is that one?" He pointed at an empty shot, and then moved on to the next, taking it down as easily as gravel. Wait, one did not consume gravel palatably.
Oh yes, and now his stomach was churning.
"Another Elenasir!" Rufus demanded. "And one for my pretty young friend here!"
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 29, 2009 0:26:57 GMT
Genesis laughed in amusement at the interaction between Rufus and Elena. He was sitting near them and continued to smirk as he downed his drinks again before having more arrive on the bar in front of him.
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 29, 2009 0:28:29 GMT
She couldn't help it in her alcohol-indiced mood, but Elena started laughing and downed another shot, then looked to ex-President.
"You're so blond Rufus, I mean Mr. President!"
She placed the empty shot glass back on the coutner and quickly knocked back another one, half-afraid of her employer's reaction ... Tseng didn't even call him Rufus. Oooh, alcohol and her loose tongue didn't match well at all!
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 0:38:39 GMT
"I'm so blond?" Rufus exclaimed as he devoted his attention to another Elenasir. "You, madam, are the blond one here." He reached out and proceeded to ruffle Elena's hair. It was the first time Rufus had ruffled anything's hair in his life. Truth be told, though, he'd always secretly wanted to do it.
"Pretty blond," he remarked disjointedly.
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 29, 2009 0:44:40 GMT
The Elenasir shot she was downing made it about halfway down her throat before Elena coughed involuntarily, the liquid causing her to splutter slightly, initiating more coughs.
She considered returning the compliemt-come-remark, but decided that Rufus Shinra didn't need anyone fanning the flame of his vanity. Another shot, this time making it the whole way down her throat.
"And you, Rufus, are a lot more sociable than I imagined."
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 29, 2009 1:09:03 GMT
Genesis laughed rather loudly at the two coworkers. "If only Ang and the Puppy were here! We would show you all how drinking should be done!" It seemed almost as if Genesis had lost his grip on sanity as he sat there smiling smugly and downing anything in front of him.
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 29, 2009 2:41:02 GMT
Okay, he was almost in the frat boy zone. His shirt was half undone, he had a drink in one hand, and a gameboy in the other. Now, all he needed was the loud music, and for his top spy from Wutai (woo, rhymetime) to start dancing. Then, the zone would be Reeve's again.
" 'Syour turn, Yuffie," his speech a bit slurred. "Winner gets many lollipops. And access to Cait's inner thoughts."
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Post by Moira Rose on Jan 29, 2009 8:01:19 GMT
Reno was out of sorts that day. He'd done more than half of a piece of paperwork, killing his brain cells for the day. It was all he could do to even remember to come to the party.
Reno decided to save his pride and his lap. He would add the UNKNOWN THIRD VARIABLE. The RENO. Well, it sounded better in his head. And get that terrible Cait Sith off his lap.
"Teef! Get me a drink! Strongest one you got! We're doing this!" He yelled, though there was no din to yell over. He flung Cait into a wall in his enthusiasm.
"Hey! No one gets my brain juices!"
Cait warbled as he flew through midair. Everyone chose to ignore him.
Tifa slid a whiskey down the bar, and he grabbed it, slurping down half at one go. No one messed with the RENO. Unbuttoning his shirt further still to rival Reeve's, he shouted, shocking everyone in the process,
"Yo, ninja, old guy, get your butts off the floor. RENO coming through!"
(damn, that sounded nicer in his head.)
[A/N: LOVE the Reefie! Keep going Mint and Mystic!]
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Post by Lunatic Belle on Jan 29, 2009 9:05:41 GMT
Cait hit the wall with a thud. "Ouch!! What the h*ll did you doo that for, Reeeno??" he whined loudly, rubbing the back off his head.
"I'm the Lion king! You don't do stuff like this to the Lion King" he wanted to end his statement with a roar, but it came out as a small "Miaow!"
He went back to the bar and hopped on the counter "Liqueur 74 with milk, Tifa". Tifa looked at him teasingly "Not until you get off the counter, kitty".
Cait rolled his eyes, but sat on a bar stool anyway. No one challenged Tifa. He took a seat right next to Reeve and Yuffie and watched their drinking contest, sipping at his own drink.
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