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Post by Moira Rose on Jan 30, 2009 13:57:31 GMT
Reno shrugged (drunkenly) and yelled, "You can have her! But I'll have my -hic- revenge! Nothing shall -hic- forestall my -hic- return..." He grabbed for something to hold him up, landing on Genesis, who was, currently horrified at his gross misuse of Loveless. Needless to say, he was thrown off-balance by the scandalised Literature fanatic.
He lay sprawled on the ground for several moments, trying to remember how his cop-and-robber scene had made him the cop and then the robber in a matter of minutes. Then he made a snap-decision to get another drink. Scrambling up, he slowly sauntered, in a manner he thought attractive, towards the bar. Then he kicked into something. Something very solid, very soft and very...Tseng.
Tseng immediately arose as Reno stupidly looked down to where his feet connected with Tseng's body.
Gawd. He really shouldn't have.
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Post by Hope on Jan 30, 2009 14:11:13 GMT
Tseng sat up slowly, massaging his temples. Why was his head spinning so much? He stopped still suddenly at the sight of his own bare and hairy legs. He was sat in the middle of the 7th Heaven bar with nothing more than his green and yellow striped boxers to hide his embarassment! He fumbled around for his trousers, only to find that they were sopping wet, with a hole running from the leg to the knee, bordered by what looked decidedly like scorch marks. Come to think of it, he could swear he remembered something about...
Forget it. He didn't want to remember. At this point oblivion sounded far more appealing. He pulled himself up on a table and downed a shot of whiskey that someone had left here. That was better.
He turned around and stopped in surprise to find Reno directly behind him, an unmistakably guilty look on his face. He should have known.
"You!" Tseng pointed furiously at Reno. "This is your doing!"
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 30, 2009 14:15:07 GMT
Rufus, much to his inner-self's dismay, briefly started to cry. He really wanted a chocolate kiss that much. he was also extremely drunk.
He and Reeve had been co-workers. Sure, he was the overbearing boss and Reeve had never once directly obeyed his orders, but they had been like brothers. Or something.
"Reeve!" he stated tearfully, a second cocktail umbrella materialising in his hair as he finished his drink and claimed another one. "If you do not give me one of those things, I shall be forced to have your apartment robbed and I will take them all. In fact," he amended. "I shall take everything. I will live there." He glared at Reeve spitefully. "You will come home one day, probably with your hand in Jailbait's pants, and BAM!" He pounded his fist against his palm.
"I'll be living there!"
He made a mental note that when he was in power, he would introduce legislation allowing him to legally assume any piece of property without charge or explanation... and all chocolate kisses.
Somthing in the corner of his vision distracted Rufus, and he turned around to notice Tseng - his right-hand man, the one person he trusted to make his coffee right and take a bullet for him - with no trousers on.
More to the point, why did he have 'Property of Shinra' labeling his boxers? What kind of accusation was that?! He certainly had no ownership over the contents of Tseng's boxers... oh Gaia, did he?
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Post by Moira Rose on Jan 30, 2009 14:39:43 GMT
Reno sank further into drunkenness as he waved dubiously for another drink. He could only see Tseng at the corner of his vision, and he couldn't hear him. LALALALALALA. He couldn't hear him.
There was something in Rufus' eyes that he sensed was...unconventional, strange, and downright wrong. "Property of ShinRa"...Wow. So Tseng really was everything to Rufus. He drunkenly sniggered at his joke while downing half his new drink (which smelled remotely of new leather and almonds) and grinning down at his mortified superior.
Come to think of it, green and yellow make a great pair. So did red and black, and purple and orange and...Woah woah. He was NOT thinking that. NOT thinking that.
Though...
Stop. Now.
And stop he did. He swooned over, like a damsel in distress who had just been relieved of distress, and fainted. His last thought was what Tifa put inside the drink that made it so damn GOOD.
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Post by Hope on Jan 30, 2009 15:31:44 GMT
Tseng snorted at Reno in disgust. Drunken idiot He grabbed a bar stool to steady himself and swallowed one of the shots still lined up on the bar. You wouldn't catch him behaving like that.
He readjusted his boxers to make sure everything was hidden.
It was a good job there was someone left in the Turks who was still respectable.
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 30, 2009 15:36:31 GMT
Genesis laughed as he chased Cait Sith, whining as he stumbled and hit the ground. He laughed and tried to get the kitty as he crawled on the floor. He was perturbed when Reno fell on him, wondering how the Turks' EMR would look added to the pile of burning possessions. He let out a growl, and once Reno was off of him, he reached for the other's weapon.
After falling forward and catching Reno's pant leg, he noticed Tseng. His smirk grew wide as he ambled over and snatched the head Turks' pants, immediately throwing them on the pile that Tifa had just extinguished. Genesis cackled as he relit the pile once more to Tifa's horror.
He then reached up and grabbed another shot from the bar.
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Post by Hope on Jan 30, 2009 18:30:42 GMT
Tseng downed another shot and lent his head against the bar. The drink wasn't helping him to forget his lack of trousers in quite the way he'd hoped.
He looked up slowly. He'd just had a wonderful idea. He swang around on the barstool, gripping the underside of the seat to ensure that he didn't topple over and staggered across to where Reno still lay comatose on the floor. His lips curled into a wicked grin.
They look about the right size...
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Kisara Strife
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 30, 2009 18:57:59 GMT
"I really -hic- wouldn't do that -hic- ... "
Elena knocked back another Elenasir as she saw what her boss had in mind, following Tseng's malevolent gaze to the passed-out Reno. Surpressing her annoying hiccups, the blonde continued on.
"With how many girls he pulls, it can't be healthy ... and besides; the boxers look besher ..."
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 30, 2009 19:53:10 GMT
Reeve snorted and buried his face into Yuffie's neck. "Tseng's gonna get a social disease ..." He reached for his shotglass and knocked it back, before cuddling back up next to the cute Wutaiin girl in his lap.
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Look at him! You cannot resist the cute!
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 30, 2009 20:51:31 GMT
"Reeeeeeeeve, that tickles." Yuffie decided that since she was totally and completely out her face at the moment, it was totally okay for her boss to be being innapropriate, and even more totally okay for her to be enjoying it.
"Rufus is annoying. Why are you annoying Rufus? Reeve, why is Rufus annoying?" She looked around blearily at other people for a minute. Knocking back another shot, she asked thoughtfully
"Where are Reno's trousers?"
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Post by fearandloathing on Jan 30, 2009 22:05:25 GMT
Rufus was VERY CONCERNED with the number of men who seemed to be undressing themselves in front of him. This was all targeting him, he was sure. They knew about that night at Costa De Sol, and they were trying to drag it out of them.
Well. He could play their game.
"I am not annoying," he spat in Yuffie's direction. "And I know what you are all doing. Well. I'm not saying anything. I can play along." Rufus raised his hands with a flourish, and then with a series of movements far too complex to normally be acomplished by un-sober hands, and far to fast for anyone to follow, he pulled out his shirt from underneath his waistcoat - totally unripped - and threw it to the fire, which Tifa had helpfully moved into a garbage can.
Rufus was now bare-chested apart from a very well-tailored waistcoat, and he was totally comfortable with this. Totally.
"Music!" he cried suddenly, whirling around the room and challenging anyone to say he wasn't playing along. Reno, on another note, had pretty legs.
Wait... what did it say on his boxers?... Rufus wanted to be sure, so he staggered over to the redhead and tried to check his... oh Gaia, the material was stiff! When were these things last clean?!
While Rufus tried to acertain whether or not Reno's pants belonged to him as well, Reeve and Yuffie, doing gaia-knows-what bumped into him from behind, and he - most unfortunately - fell.
Fell straight on top of Reno.
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Post by Kisara Strife on Jan 30, 2009 22:16:59 GMT
She didn't care if her was her boss or not, with another shot/Elenasir knocked back, Elena spun round on her stool and tuned into the failed stripper-show ... or so she had hoped, until her employer was knowcked to the ground. Who cared; she was drunk and would pay for it in the morning, but there was mucic and semi-naked men. Another Elenasir was in order ... and a wolf-whistle.
"C'mon Rufus; off! Off! Off! Off! Woo hoo!"
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Post by mintbanana on Jan 30, 2009 22:23:28 GMT
"Hey Ruuuuuufus! Reeve's had his shirt off fr'aaaaaaages. Not impressed pretty boy!"
Then she noticed that Rufus was standing sideways. Reeeeeally close to Reno. Oh wait... lying on. Yes, not standing.
"Reeve? Rufus is on top of Reno. Are they having more fun than we are?"
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Post by Shagi Tigori on Jan 30, 2009 22:29:15 GMT
Genesis stared foggily at Rufus on top of Reno before grinning slyly. How one could be truly sly at his state of inebriation he didn't care to question and in the morning he wouldn't remember anyhow. He decided, in that clouded mind of his, that it would be wise to add his own shirt to the fire as well. He blinked again and tugged on Rufus' pants, hoping the Shinra would remove them so he could add them to the fire.
Genesis stared at the (ex)President and muttered, "My friend, Your desire, Is the Bringer of Life..... Pants!" He fell over giggling at the horrid misquote he had made of Loveless. The slightly sane piece of his functioning mind cringed and prayed that he would not remember this on the morrow. He quickly reached out and stole the nearest drink, which happened to be Elena's.
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Post by MysticSpiritus on Jan 30, 2009 22:29:49 GMT
Loud music. Score! Reeve downed his next shot with pride and slammed it down on the bar with drunken authority. Unlike some of his questionable encounters back in college, he knew good and well that Yuffie was the age of consent. She already ripped off his shirt, so hopefully other articles of clothing weren't far behind.
With the combined effects of both the alcohol, music, and the high score on the gameboy, Reeve decided it was time to show off his own dancing skills. He took Yuffie by the hand, twirled her once, and attempted to dip her like the dance stars on TV. Unfortunately, since his equiliberium was shot to sh*t, they both ended up crashing to the floor; a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and bare skin.
Whoa, they were like, nose to nose now. Sweet ...
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