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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 9:12:27 GMT
"I am always soshia..." Rufus burbled to Elena. "Sochia...sociable." He lined up empty glasses with a absent-minded, perfectionist-ish manner. He noticed that Reeve had undone and opened up his shirt (or Yuffie had ripped off the rest of the buttons, but he had not been watching too closely).
"Commisioner Tuesti," he said sternly upon rising, walking -- albeit a little wobbly -- over to him. "Why can I see your nipples?" Rufus was not comfortable with this situation. He was not filled with confidance by the lewd glances the young Wutaian had been giving Reeve either; how many years young was she? He did not approve of this situation.
Especially not while Reeve was surprisingly athletic for a man of his occupation, and not while Rufus had supressed concerns about his sexuality. Definitely not. No, no no.
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Post by Moira Rose on Jan 29, 2009 12:33:35 GMT
Reno looked over at Rufus, his head only slightly swaying. He gave a very drunken laugh at the President's (EX-president's) inebriated antics. In fact, he gave a big hearty for his own.
Reeve was just about finished, starting to stumble around as Yuffie kept babbling all the wrong things for a party of a child. It was funny, but those little penguins dancing around his head were also rather amusing.
Wait a sec. Penguins?! He thought his drunk mind had more creativity than that.
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Post by Hope on Jan 29, 2009 14:11:03 GMT
Tseng caught the arm of Reno as he crossed to the now slightly wobbly looking Reeve and Yuffie.
"Reno. This is not a good idea. Reno" he blinked trying to bring his employee into focus. "You have work tomorrow. A lot of... work... things to do"
Tseng attempted his best stern look, but it was becoming an effort to get his muscles to move. He turned to face Reno, but he must have swung around a little too far because he found himself having to grip the edge of the bar to hold himself up. How strange. That whiskey must have been a little stronger than he had realised. Oh well. A few more of those orange drinks would sort him out.
"I would like another one of these Tifa" he asked, waving a finger at the empty glass. "The last one was quite delicussss."
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 15:06:12 GMT
"Does my coat feel heavy?" Rufus rotated his shoulders. "My coat feels heavy. Another Elenasir." He found a drink, it may or may not have been his, and put it to a good home. His stomach.
Gaia bless skipping lunch. It made this process so much easier, and there was less to throw up.
"Here," he said, shrugging off his coat and handing it to the one person he trusted enough to... recognise. He certainly didn't know the man with the unbuttoned shirt, ruffled hair and small beeping games console in one hand and a small Wutaian girl in the other.
He didn't even want to ask.
Tseng tried to grab Rufus's coat, but just missed the collar, allowing it to fall to the floor in an expensive white puddle. ME?! MANIPULATING REEFIE?! NEVERRRR
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 29, 2009 15:12:44 GMT
Reeve tilted his head at Rufus, drunken confusion rearing it's ugly head. "It's the young Wutaiin ninja's fault. She has flex ... fles ... good fingers." He looked back at Yuffie and gave her a sly grin, thrusting the game boy in her face. "Look, level ten. I'm sooooo good at this."
The commissioner patted her on the head and finished off another drink. "See if you can top me," he slurred.
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 29, 2009 17:55:14 GMT
(is trying so hard not to crack up in her Calc class as she reads this))
Genesis started giggling incessently, causing himself to fall off his seat and land with a loud thud on his butt. He gave a small hiccup noise and looked over to the white coat of the (ex)president.
His laughter grew slightly maniacal as he saw in his mind the coat engulfed in flames. In his alcohol clouded conscience he figured that it would be a wonderful idea to actually execute that idea. He quickly lit the coat on fire and cackled as his mind played "Burn Baby Burn!" He grabbed a random drink from the bar, not caring whose it actually was as he downed it.
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Post by Lunatic Belle on Jan 29, 2009 18:48:34 GMT
Cait Sith stared at Genesis in disbelief; Had the Soldier just set Rufus coat on fire? And more importantly, snatched his drink and downed it? He looked at Genesis, then at the empty glass, back at Genesis and finally at Tifa.
"Gene?..Milk...Tifa... 'nother 74th with milk, please, yesh?" he managed to get out, before his head hit the counter and began to snore.
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 20:15:34 GMT
Yuffie's head was spinning and she was rocking backwards and forwards.
"You could be on level 99.99999999 and I wouldn't give a... a... thing. Yeah, a thing! I'll show you a thing!" she slammed her latest shot glass down and grabbed the next one. "I can top anything you got." And she jumped on him, sat on his lap and downed the shot, ignoring his whines about not being able to see the screen of the gameboy.
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 29, 2009 20:30:51 GMT
Dammit! His character just got devoured by the weird turtle thing. Reeve couldn't stay upset for long though, as his journey into frat boy zone was finally complete. Yuffie's bare stomach was touching his own and the heat of the room suddenly skyrocketed. Probably because Rufus' coat was still aflame, but the commissioner wasn't exactly thinking coherently enough to care.
He swallowed his own shot of whiskey, having switched drinks back at level 7. "You'll show me your thing? Is a Princess allowed to do that?"
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 20:50:47 GMT
Yuffie gave him a playful slap. Well, it would have been playful, if she had been sober enough to control herself. Instead, she smacked him straight across the jaw and laughed as he tried not to fall off his seat.
"Hey now bosssssss, I'm not neeeeearly drunk enough for you to talk like that about thaaaaaat." She drained another glass. "You're just a dirty old man aren'tcha boss? And you know what? You smell. You smell a funny colour. You know that boss? It's funny." She wobbled a little. "The Princess needs another drink!"
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 21:21:18 GMT
Rufus felt distinctly out of the loop. So she was a princess. He'd been President of the most powerful company on the planet.
"If she has one, I want one!" he piped up. How he hated not being a real President anymore.
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 21:26:06 GMT
"If he wants one, I want two!" Yuffie was more than willing to take on two men at once, especially the fop with the silly hair who was an enormous, mad, pain in the rear end.
"An I wanna umbrella! And a lolly. Reeve, get me a lolly."
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 21:29:43 GMT
"Three!" Rufus snapped. "And an umbrella. And a hat... and a..." He looked at Reeve. "That thing." He pointed at the gameboy.
"Princesssss," he hissed - more of a drunken slurr on the 's' rather than a vindictive slight. "You are most inapropriate." He was quiet for a moment, drunkenly pensive. "I like it." He professed, tipping back one of the eve-replenishing drinks on the bar for them.
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Post by Hope on Jan 29, 2009 21:34:15 GMT
The floor lurched closer as Tseng reached down to retrieve Rufus' coat. He blinked at the ground. This wouldn't do at all. He planted one hand after another on the top of the bar and with a not insubstantial amount of effort, pulled himself up to standing. He snatched up his empty glass, waving it in Tifa's direction.
"Tifa! Tifa! I need another.... another... orange thing. The President's coat is in the beer."
She poured his drink quickly and Tseng tossed it back in three long gulps. Right. That should definitely have cleared his head. Now to find that jacket.
"Don't worry Mr. President!" he announced, pointing theatrically into the air. "I have everything under control."
He staggered forward, arms outstretched towards the floor.
"Jacket. Wheeeere's that jacket?"
He stopped suddenly in his search as the distinctive smell of fire wafted through the room.
"Oh. Are we having a barbeque?" he asked, hopefully.
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 21:34:23 GMT
"Yeah, wellll... I like... your hair. It's pretty. You though... You suck. You like, suck, y'know... eggs or something. Yeah." She tipped another shot down her throat.
"Where's my lolly?" she asked seriously, ignoring Rufus to stare intently at Reeve. "I'll kiss Rufus if you don't give me my lolly Reeve. I mean it. I mean it like... like woah."
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