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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 29, 2009 21:40:53 GMT
Rufus's eyes lit up with a mixture of delight and fear.
"Yes, Reeve," he echoed. "She'll kiss me if you don't give her a lolly." He gave him a menacing look. "She means it." He leaned against the bar heavily and sipped from a glass. "More to the point," he added. "Where's my umbrella?!"
Tifa pushed a glass full of small cocktail umbrellas their way resentfully. Rufus spread his fingers out above them and picked one up and put it in his hair.
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Post by Hope on Jan 29, 2009 22:36:51 GMT
"I would like another orange drink!" Tseng proclaimed "And a sausage! From the barbeque" he insisted, when Tifa met his request with a blank look.
He looked around. The room was getting hotter. Very slowly. Starting with the floor. Cocking his head to the side, he gazed at the material of his trousers, puzzled.
"Tifa... why is there fire on my leg?"
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 29, 2009 22:38:50 GMT
In his drunken stupor Genesis was finding great enjoyment of the little fire he had started and wanted it to get bigger, this thought in mind he quickly shed his own coat to the pile, along with Loveless. He was smiling and giggling almost child like with glee as he stole Rufus' cocktail right from under his nose and downed it.
Genesis' eyes lit up as he lit the umbrellas on fire and then fell upon Reeve's gameboy. He reached out for it, wobbling some as he tried to stand but ended up falling on his butt again. He gave a pout and noticed Cait Sith, reaching out to add the robotic cat to the bonfire. "He' Kitteh......"
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 29, 2009 22:58:09 GMT
"Back in my lap, Yuffie." Reeve grabbed her arm and plunked her back down across his knees. "You're comfy." His gameboy was somewhere, but things were hazy at the moment.
He took another shot just because, and began to search his pockets. "Can I give YOU a kiss, Princess?" At her drunken snort, he pulled out the candy of the same name. "See, it's a kiss. And it comes with nuts."
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 23:04:20 GMT
Yuffie pouted. "I wanna lolly. Now. I'll kiss Rufus. I will. And I'll tell everyone it was all your fault." She noticed that his face was a bit less... face-y than it should be. His eyes were going in funny directions. "Gimme that." she grabbed the sweet off him and somehow managed to get the wrapper off. Shoving it in her mouth, she washed it down with her next drink and plonked a clumsy kiss on his nose, having forgotten her earlier threat. "Heh, my boss is silly."
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 29, 2009 23:21:10 GMT
"Join the club..."
With that said, Elena shot a somewhat unfocused look to her own boss; without his coat and drinking another Elenasir. Her eyes wandered up and down her employer as she knocked back another shot; they seemed to be having an effect on her.
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 29, 2009 23:33:32 GMT
"I'm not silly," Reeve retorted. "You're silly."
Wow, the whiskey was tasting really, really good. And Yuffie smelled like chocolate ... and now his nose was wet where she kissed him. Reeve decided to wipe off the moisture on the front of Yuffie's shirt. Wow, she was comfy. "You're comfy ..."
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 29, 2009 23:43:04 GMT
"Bosss," Yuffie giggled. "You're not allowed to do that." Smirking (well, sort of) she cheekily slid his shirt off his shoulders.
And proceeded to chuck it onto the still burning pile on the floor.
"Hee, d'you think I'm pretty Reeve?" she asked demurely, downing another shot.
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Post by Jeanneandheralters on Jan 29, 2009 23:52:12 GMT
Rude eyed the goings on. As one of the only people in the room with any sort of rationality he probably should break it up. Unfortunately it was amusing him and he needed to be entertained. Reno was only fun for so long, after all it became a daily thing. Until his partner thought of something new.
Downing another drink he continued watching.
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 30, 2009 0:28:50 GMT
Reeve downed his shot and shook his head. "I think you're cute, and ... wonderiffic." His hands slid down her waist and fingered the button of her shorts. "Didn't you say you'd give me this?"
Last he checked, there wasn't any regulations in WRO against employee/boss ... fondling, so as of now, Reeve was perfectly allowed. Right? Wasn't it? Eh, that button on her shorts really needed to go away.
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Post by Hope on Jan 30, 2009 8:42:41 GMT
Tseng watched mesmerised as out-of-focus flames curled and danced up his trousers, separating and converging as he squinted to see them through his drunken haze.
A tiny prick of concern began to stir in what must have been the last still-rational part of his mind. The fire was becoming uncomfortably hot now. He reached clumsily for something liquid to put it out. There were still a row of glasses along the bar, tiny ones containing clear liquid... water? One may not be enough, but if he poured them one after another onto his leg... He picked up the first glass, wondering what the explanation was for that vague, distant sense of unease about this course of action. Ah well, it must be that whiskey. It had given him all sorts of funny feelings that night.
He clung to the bar, trying to steady himself at least enough to tip the glass, but before he'd gotten close to stable Tifa entered with a full bucket of water. Never one to do things by halves, she flung its entire contents over Tseng, drenching him from the waist down.
The frigid water sobered him up just enough for a moment of realisation.
"Tifa" he said weakly. "I don't think the orange drinks are helping..."
And with that, his legs gave way beneath him, and he fell to the floor in a sodden heap.
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 30, 2009 8:56:27 GMT
This is sooo funny you guys! Tseng on fire! I'm cracking up XD Rufus eyed the chocolate kiss enviously.
"Reeve," he said threateningly. "I want one of those." He gripped his glass, taking a gulp as he stared longingly at the pocket Reeve had produced it from. "I want one of those things you just gave the jailbait." He thought for a second. "But don't expect me to kiss your nose."
Not to say that he wouldn't, but not so, well, publically.
"Where is my coat?" he snapped offhandedly, looking around to where he'd left it. "Tseng? Tseng? Where is Tseng?! I want a chocolate kiss and some chocobo wings!" He paused and seemed to sink into himself. "Yes, some chocobo wings would be gooood."
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Post by Lunatic Belle on Jan 30, 2009 9:53:48 GMT
"EEEEEkK" shrieked Cait, suddenly wide awake. "NOT.INTO.THE.FIRE!!!" He managed to get away from Genesis and the fire, but the Soldier chased him around the room.
"Waahh! No!! Stay away!!" he hid behind the present table for a few seconds and ran towards the bar again, to get Reeves attention, without success.
"REEEVE! Help meee! Genesish wants to put me on fffire!! Your preciouss creation on FIRE! Dooo something!!"
He finally reached the bar, slipping on the water that was spilt over Tseng. Trying to get his balance back, he grabbed Tsengs pant leg; but it was too late, he fell on the floor and pulled down the Turks trousers as well.
"Oops..tehehe" he chuckled nervously.
(Reeve and Yuffie = awesome!!! ;D)
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Post by Moira Rose on Jan 30, 2009 10:23:27 GMT
Reno stumbled back into the room, after heading to the toilet to say a big HEY to the WC. It said hi back...he thought. Wow, the room really did revolve. It was a cool, revolving thing. Revolve...er...Revolver?
His mind went into drunken overdrive. He hastily, inebriated still, dug in his pocket, and fished out a fifty gil note, which he fancied to be one of his handy-dandy revolvers that he kept on his person.
"Pow! POWWWWW! POWW!!!" he imitated a bad cop and robber movie and started jumping around, shooting people through the head.
He was sure he got Rude, Reeve, Cait Sith (he was even down for the count) and even Tseng. Heh. Tseng. Tsengy. Boss man. Boss man with no friggin' pants!
His mind snapped back to Un-Drunken-Dom as he blinked rapidly at Tseng's lack of trousers. Then he went back to la-la-land as he swigged from some glass of...something. Gawds, that was good.
"GREAT..." He squinted at the murky depths of the cup. What WAS that? "SOMETHING!" He decided. "Great something you got RIGHT THERE, Teefs!" Tifa's glare reduced to a wink in his half-open eyes.
As he stumbled over, nearly tripping over Tseng's unmoving body, he was caught by the scruff of his neck by Reeve. He was subsequently swatted on his ear by a Gameboy that was aimed at his head. It bounced off and happily proclaimed that Reeve had reached the end of the level, and WHOOPEE! ONE UP!
"That was MY drink! This is WAR!" Reeve declared.
"Da...Dare ch-ch-challenge a Turk-k-k?! I'll have you g-g-gone in sec-c-conds..." He slurred and raised the fifty-gil-note-gun up.
That topless guy was going DOWN!
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 30, 2009 13:21:45 GMT
Reeve's fingers were getting the uncontrollable urge to undo something. And he wanted to cuddle. Good gravy, he so wanted to cuddle. But he really, REALLY wanted the co-ed variety. Female, yeah. Rufus was leering at him funny.
"All my kisses go to ... Yuffie!" Reeve handed her another one. "See? It's got another nut inside!"
When she took it happily with a squeal, Reeve downed one more shot and wrapped his arms tighter around the girl. "Reno, put that away, you'll ... hurt somebody. That's ... an order."
"Yuffie." Reeve's smile got wider. "You wanna help me raise my level?"
The Frat Boy was back!
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