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❛𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.❜ ┎ │#FF7RP|#MVRP │All games/movie/projects influence. │Experienced & lit. │planned ship @finalheavns │DM's open to plot. ┚ 𝚁𝚃'𝚂 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

The seconds pass, he stopped blinking in favor of thinking and then- "Can't really say there's anything else."

Time to sip his drink and ignore the question; she knows the answer. "Risky? Like what?" He hates being the one that makes her smile drop...at the very least he can humor her for a while longer.

"I've got it." Careful in the way he grasps a glass, bourbon fills it to a third; how much the ice would water it down he can't tell but it brings a smile out of him. "Thanks for the free whiskey on the rocks." A toast her way from the small win.

"I'll hold them, till you bring the vase." Hyperventilation would be an amusing way to die all things considered. They're pretty flowers- he doesn't deserve them- any of them.

"So?" oh. OH. daмage: -9999 ѕтaтυѕ: paralyze, conғυѕιon. "Yeah...it's sweet."

Crap. Is this a sign he missed someone birthday again? " . . . " Time to see what else did his memory fail to remind him. "Did I miss something?"

"I'll be here as long as I get paid."

Court nod in return. "Jessie."

!!! He is bold, brave and entirely out of depth in between bottles of liquor and wood. In the swirl of gold, amber, maroons and the mix between soft brown and deep red that happen to be Tifa’s eyes, he struggles getting a lone whiskey shot. “Where’s the ice?”

Occupational hazards; at the least this time around they don't have to worry about the entire planet collapsing on them. He checks them often, always- they're as close to a home as he can get on the road. She'll be pardoned if drinks are on the house.

It's work, - she manages half of it. He doesn't take days off. . . . But if a client asked something to be delivered to a certain bar- staying for a drink or two won't mean the end of the world.

Not that he minds but why?