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[CLOSED/COMPLETED]

Sep 15, 2008 21:03

WHO: Elena [suits_me], Reno [stray_redbird ], Rude [
expert_stoic ], Rufus Shinra [vespertinedawn]
and, of course, Tseng Liu [black_honor ]
WHAT: A meeting. A discussion. A beginning.
WHERE: The Devil's Nest; a privately rented booth in the back.
WHEN: Day126, late in the evening, around 11PM

( Ω. I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing. )

rufus shinra, tseng liu, rude, reno sinclair, elena

Comments 12

suits_me September 16 2008, 14:00:53 UTC

He wouldn't have to wait long for someone to show up. And the odds were pretty good that Elena would be the first. Only Tseng himself would have a better chance. But while he could be counted on to be prompt, she could be counted on to be early. Elena may play hard, but when it comes right down to it, she likes to work even harder ( ... )

black_honor September 16 2008, 18:13:16 UTC

It wasn't the sort of place that Tseng would frequent for pleasure. He prefered something a little quieter. A bit more one on one. But it was the perfect location for what Rufus had in mind. But even admidst pool tables and bottles of beer he felt the need to look the part of the professional. Tseng made sure his suit jacket was buttoned and his tie tightened before he came through the door. It was part habit, part compulsion ( ... )

vespertinedawn September 17 2008, 00:21:48 UTC

The bartender that Greed had assigned to their table was light on her feet, had been quick to show him to the table he had rented for the evening's meeting. That, and the gentle, almost childish roundness of her face made Rufus smile when she made her way to the table after Tseng's arrival. Rufus had been on his way to putting the papers away when Elena had come, and Tseng's words had been followed by a short nod on Rufus' part.

Now, the Shinra heir looked up at the two of them and the waitress/tender, and his hand, yet again, smoothed back the length of his hair, the growing bangs, an elegant-- if not a bit foppish-- gesture. A ghost of a smile skirted his face, his lips, and he spoke at the perfect volume. "Yes, please; sit, both of you." He looked to the two of them, eyes lingering on Tseng for a beat longer than they did Elena, before turning his gaze to the young woman awaiting orders, patiently, and with a look on her face that indicated she was not just waiting to get to another table, another order ( ... )

black_honor September 17 2008, 02:00:22 UTC

Tseng closed his eyes and nodded his head slightly in greeting when Rufus looked his way. He couldn't help smiling thinly at the order that Rufus placed. It would do the younger Turks well to drink something more sophisticated than jello shots.

Mention of the two Turks still missing earned a sigh. "Your guess would be as good as mine." He gave his own watch a subtle glance. "I suspect that it's Reno who's holding Rude up." And not the other way around. "Elena. Text them and remind them that we're waiting."

stray_redbird September 17 2008, 02:44:35 UTC

When the missing Turks showed up nearly fifteen minutes later, the first words out of the redhead's mouth were: "I can totally fuckin' explain."

At the very least, he's more or less in uniform-- as "in uniform" as Reno ever got, with the fate of his tie unknown and the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. Everything about him read casual disarray, a stark contrast to his impeccably dressed partner, just steps behind him. He did, however, at least have the decency to look a little sheepish, even if fashionably late was his style.

"See," that tone of voice meant he was about to tell a likely outrageous story-- outrageous enough that it was probably true. "I was gettin' dressed, yeah? And I'm headin' out of the bathroom, kinda in a rush, and I shut the door-- and bam, it's like fuckin' hell, totally just locked my ponytail in the fuckin' door ( ... )