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This Quiet Serves Only to Conceal | Traverse Town . Second District . Hotel [ Complete ]

Jan 07, 2006 20:23

It still felt a little unreal, even after so many years. In his mind, Sephiroth was still the General, after all, and to have stood here exchanging words with him... Well, it had been interesting. The awe had worn off long ago, obviously, but it would still take some getting used to ( Read more... )

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ehrgeiz_king January 13 2006, 00:51:22 UTC

"Staying here?" he repeated. "That it?" That was just lame, and it even bordered sucking. While Zell had met some nice people in Traverse, he seriously doubted he'd stay there if he could help it. The place was dull, even by his standards, which was a bit sad considering that he was good at finding new ways to entertain himself.

The question about the bourbon in the doorway properly distracted him, and he found himself eying it warily. Looking back, he honestly couldn't find one single reason why he should have taken it. But that didn't change that fact that it was there, so he might as well get rid of it, right?

"Reno. You know, that red-headed little Turk bitch from back home?" The words were spoken with obvious distaste. "Said it was for helping clean up his bar. Or something."

He gave a shrug, despite the information registering on one of his medium levels of "what the HELL?" even as he spoke it. Oh man, what had he been thinking? It was stupid to dwell over it now though, so the bottle was retrieved from its place by the doorway.

"Want some?" he asked, offering the bottle.

grumpy_lion January 13 2006, 02:02:05 UTC

Leon nodded. That was it. He couldn't blame him for the incredolous tone, though. Hell, sometiems he wondered why he bothered to stay, but at the same time, he was convinced he would find nothing beyond Traverse as it was.

Besides, he already had a project keeping him tied to this shithole, didn't he?

Reno. Reno... Yeah, that rang a bell. If he didn't remember the guy that well off the top of his head, Leon figured it was probably for the best. The way Zell was talking about the guy, he didn't sound like anyone worth remembering, and the Zell he remembered from Garden was only that critical about people who probably deserved it.

Like Seifer.

Thankfully, his thoughts were brought to a halt right there, Zell drawing his attention to the bottle once more. He eyed it speculatively, inner debate going on unbeknownst to Zell. He was tempted, to say the least, but he'd already had a considerable amount of whsikey back at the cafe not all that long ago...

Oh, what the hell. The stuff had been cheap and watered down anyway. He reached out to take it from the blond, gloves fingertips brushing the fighter's hand briefly as they exchange the bottle. "Thanks," he said, proceeding to open the bottle with an ease that spoke of much practice.

ehrgeiz_king January 14 2006, 03:18:29 UTC

When the bottle was taken, Zell took it upon himself to flop back down onto the bed. Words couldn't describe how nice it felt after falling asleep in the waterway, of all places. He sat up and bounced on the edge of the seat. Man, he had never noticed how nice the bed was.

"You want me to find some glasses, or can we share the bottle?" Couldn't hurt to try the stuff, right?

grumpy_lion January 14 2006, 04:25:47 UTC

It didn't take long for Leon to the bottle opened. As mentioned before, the brunet had a lot practice in that department. He turned it in his hands, taking a look at the label out of curiosity. His brows rose slightly, though rather than making a comment about the bourbons (surprisingly good) quality, he glanced over at Zell.

So, Zell was planning on having a taste of some of this stuff, too? Since when did he start drinking? He almost asked, but instead he shook his head in response to his question. Glasses sounded troublesome.

"We can share," he said, holding the bottle out to him. Since it was Zell's Leon figured it was only fair that he take the first drink.

ehrgeiz_king January 15 2006, 20:00:28 UTC

Even he found the concept to be a little strange, but it was a little too late for that. He took the offered bottle and took a good swig out of it. Huh. The stuff wasn't too bad, really. With a shrug, he took another swallow. This time however, it didn't go down quite as nice.

He began coughing uncontrollably. With one hand, the bottle was held out, and the other was curled into a fist, which was being used to pound on his chest. After a moment the fit stopped, leaving him with red, watery eyes and a runny nose. Wonderful.

"Wrong tube," he muttered by way of explanation.

Fucking hell, that had burned. He went to rub at his eyes with one hand, but it seemed to be doing more hard than good, so that soon ended.

grumpy_lion January 15 2006, 21:42:59 UTC

There was concern evident in those eyes as he watched Zell struggle. However, he said nothing as he accepted the bottle, the look in his eyes turning dubious when he blond gave the reason for his sudden fit.

Wrong tube my ass, he thought, tipping the mouth of the bottle to his lips. He took a swig, swallowing with a lot less difficulty than Zell. There was no avoiding the faint grimace, however. This was potent stuff. Whoever the hell this Reno -- a Turk, which already earned dislike points on Leon's part -- was, he was either really stupid to let go of this bottle or extremely generous.

He watched Zell for several moments, setting the bottle down on the table as he leaned back into the chair. "You all right?" he asked, taking in the sight of his reddened eyes.

ehrgeiz_king January 15 2006, 22:11:31 UTC

He slumped back against the bed, the only coherent though in his mind being, "OW," and long, blurred string of curses. Leon's grimace didn't go unnoticed though, and he had to bite back a laugh. He seriously doubted the older man would appreciate it.

He did cough up some bourbon-flavoured snot, which was immediately spit out directly onto the carpet, but in all, he supposed he'd had worse. At least he could still breathe.

Rather than answer, he pulled himself up and flashed his trademark grin and thumbs-up. The bottle of bourbon was then taken from its spot on the table, and a fairly decent amount was consumed. Not exactly being used to the warmth of alcohol, it really hurt the way he was drinking it, but at the moment, hell if he cared.

And then out of seemingly nowhere, he found himself remembering something, and was asking, "Hey, have you seen Aerith around?"

grumpy_lion January 22 2006, 04:52:04 UTC

Leon rolled his eyes as Zell flashed that idiotic grin of his, but he didn't bother to push the issue. It was Zell's problem, not his. Just as long as the blond didn't go crazy with all that alcohol circulating his system, Leon was fine with it.

He watched with veiled dismay as the bottle's contents were reduced to nearly half, though. It really did seem like such a waste.

"Aerith?" His gaze was unreadable as he regarded Zell. He shook his head. "I saw her a few hours ago," he replied, brow furrowing as he recalled the circumstances. "Haven't seen her since. Why?"

ehrgeiz_king January 23 2006, 02:09:20 UTC

Zell gave the question a shrug. "Cloud and I were thinking of going to the Colisuem for a while," he informed. "But I wanna talk to her first. I mean, I did say I'd help, and if it weren't for her I'd probably be sleeping in the Waterway or something." Nevermind that he had ended up doing just that, and also ignore the fact he was still sore from it.

Now that he was thinking of sleep, it was hard to to glance back at the bed. He wanted to continue their little reunion, but damn was he tired. I wasn't very long before a yawn escaped his lips, which was immediately stiffled.

"Sleep..." he muttered, though it was mostly incoherent.

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