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[gunarmwallace]

Who: Barret, Cloud, and whoever the hell else comes around
Status: Open
When: 7:30 PM
Where: Seventh Heaven
What: After seeing the children, Barret sits over a mug of beer listening to the rain.

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[gunarmwallace]

Barret scoffed at the remark about the alcohol they were consuming. It had been so long ago since he'd drunk himself under the table for the purpose of doing just that. But now in his wiser years he opted for other ways of distraction that didn't involve sucker punching his liver, "Ever tested that theory, Spike?"

He frowned at the mention of baby-sitting. As much as he loved the children, sitting around 'retired' didn't quite appeal to him as he would have liked, at least not yet. Old as he was (or getting) there was still too much fire left within him to make himself halt to a complete stop, "You actin' like I'm a God damn cripple. Keep that shit up and I'll show you what these agin' bones can do to your face, you Chocobo head mother fucker." He tried to pretend he was dead serious in his threat, but the urge to laugh was slowly breaking through until he focused his mindset on something the younger man had touched on...

"Cloud...that ain't a tone of longin' to tie the knot at least one in your life in your voice, is it?" He asked with a sly wink and a firm punch to his arm.

[stoic_heroism]

Cloud frowned slightly before shrugging his shoulders. "I think I've lost enough of my memories without the use of alcohol to know what it might feel like," he said and glanced at Barret. "Though... I do remember well the look on your face when I demanded double-pay for the second reactor bomb."

Raising an eyebrow was as much of an answer as he gave when it came to Barret being a cripple. He didn't want to test the theory, just the joke. "Swing too hard and you'll dislocate your elbow, old man," he ribbed gently. "And leave my mother out of this, since she gave me this nice face to begin with."

He stiffened at the remark and took a longer than needed sip of beer. He grunted to the punch. "I don't think I'm the marrying type... too oblivious." He glanced at Barret. "However... if you could marry, I know I could in a heartbeat."

[gunarmwallace]

"And for damn good reason I might add, ya damn thief," Wallace growled at the memory. It was long since forgotten and forgiven, and knew their entire conversation was mostly in jest of each other. They'd reached that level of comfort where such banter in sensitive areas was acceptable and tolerated.

The laughter burst from his lungs as he slapped his fleshed palm on the table at his comrades' remark, shaking his head as he struggled to regain some composure, "You right, you right. I might mess your make-up and wilt your hair-do. My bad."

There was a slight bristle that ruffled over the mans' skin as he pointed a finger in Cloud's face with a stern look to his eye, "Now you listen here, Strife. I was a catch back in my day...and still am even if I'm a bit past my prime! Nice face, tough guy attitude...but the real money maker was the physique. Ain't no woman gonna tell you they don't like bein' carried to bed without strugglin', or watchin' their man work in the sun with firm muscles bulgin', or sweat glistenin' off their skin. If they do, they're lyin'. But you're still young...I give it a year...maybe two. You'll wanna start settlin' down." He smirked as he took another unsatisfactory gulp from his mug, leaning back in his chair as the tension within his body quietly eased.

[stoic_heroism]

Cloud waved a hand in the air briefly. "I made up for it, since Tifa and I are taking care of her... while you're off galavanting under the oil guise." He took another small sip of his beer before setting the bottle on the table. "And I so was owed that double pay... I fell to the lower plate and was almost injured."

He reached up and rubbed his cheek. While it was apparently common knowledge that he had gone drag to get Tifa back, he never liked admitting too much that he wore make-up... or the fact he might do it again should such a situation arise again. "Not even Sephiroth can wilt my hair style... it's genetic."

Raising an eyebrow, a rare smirk formed on his lips at the sternness of Barret's voice. "Alright, alright... I relent. You're quite the catch, and you'll marry again if you so choose." He stiffened at the thought before shrugging and taking another sip. "I don't think I'm the settling type. Besides, who would I settle with? I think I live too quiet a life now."