001 || your money where your mouth is.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

...ffffffingers.

Lemme tell you about... fi-ingers.

Angeal. An-g-eal, you listenin'?

Th-thes-they're on your... hands. Hands. Okay?

...

Cloud'what're you doing? Sssillyhead. Y'don' sleep here.

Wha'was I talking about?

...........

Shiva's tits they have cake here.

[ooc: Yeah, Zack went out on a drinking binge with some buddies. Good luck

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[auncyenhalig]

[ There is a moment where Aerith seriously considers if she's cracked. She hears the dead--not the drunk. That Zack seems to be both right now causes her a lot of confusion before she calls out: ]

Oh Za-a-ack? Where do they have cake?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Aerittttth~!

Here. Cake'sssss here. Junon.

Junon has cake.

An'no it's not a lie.

[auncyenhalig]

Good to know Shinra's got a few honest SOLDIERs. [ Junon. Okay. So...so this is like with everyone else. Just Zack is from her past.

She wonders if the others would mind terribly if she sat down, and then she is sitting down in a moldy old chair anyway, because she needs it. ] Are you going to eat the cake? Hopefully not on your own. They don't need chubby SOLDIERs!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

S'lotta cake here...

Y'can't come down here? There's plenty! OtherwiseKunsel's gonna eat it alllll.

Don'wanna get fat either.

--f'I squat m'gonna fall on my ass.

[auncyenhalig]

...No, Zack. I can't get there.

[ This...hardly feels real at all. She can't really be hearing these thoughts from Zack. He's not here anymore to talk to...

Maybe she should just... keep playing along. ]

Okay, time to 'fess up. How many drinks have you had? And have I had any?

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Not sayin'! You'd ju-ust get maaaaaaaad.

Can call f-for'a transport. R'somethin'. How're you in my head anyway...?

[auncyenhalig]

[ ...You know what, if he's going to throw her for loop-de-loops just by talking to her in her head, she's going to mess with him back. ]

Ahhh, it was a really tight squeeze. I might be stuck!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

W-what? I'didn't mean to! I'll get you out!

[And he may or may not be smacking his head against the table. GJ AERITH.]

[auncyenhalig]

[ What in the world is he doing to "get her out"? What would she do if she was drunk and trying to get something out of her head? It'd probably involve a lot of movement... ]

Who-o-o-oa! Not so fast!

[ And then she's--cracking. Definitely cracking. And no one in AVALANCHE will have any idea what's up with her if they come back to her trying not to crack up in a mix of humor and near-hysteria because she's messing with her drunk and dead old boyfriend.

She can't even think of explaining that one.

What in the world is she doing? ]

This is too much! Too much!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

Bu' now you're stuck...

[auncyenhalig]

Did you really think I was that helpless? Hm? I'll just leave when you're sleeping off all those drinks. I draw the line at sharing hangovers.

...I wish I could see you.

[hisdreamsmyfate]

...maybe f'I find a plunger, I'can get you out...

[auncyenhalig]

...You just don't give up, do you? But, uh, Zack? I really wouldn't trust any plunger you might find in a bar!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

I c-could clean'it! N'then it'd be all clean an' you could get out! R'somethin'.

...would it hurt you?

[auncyenhalig]

Zack, stop. You're not getting a plunger. I'm fine!

[hisdreamsmyfate]

M-maybe...

Kunsel could do like they do f'r snake bites. Y'know, sucking on th' poison 'till it gets out! I should'find 'im!

--wait, then you'd be in his mouth.