After his third vodka tonic ("No, sir, those are on the house, please") he shrugs, gets up and stretches, takes a little stroll around the place. He still has an hour to kill before he meets up with Lara again and he's already checked in with Rude, so fuck if he knows what he's gonna do to kill the time.
He's a friggin' Turk, though, and even though their numbers are smaller today than they used to be, people still look at him twice when they see the outfit. This ain't a couple years ago, he wants to tell them without telling them he's the guy who dropped the plate on Sector 7. That gave him enough pause for thought over the years and thinkin' about it now almost drives him back to that bar for another drink. But nah. He doesn't want to stay at the bar for three hours alone and one of the reasons he ain't there is 'cause after those three vodka tonics, some of the other ladies there started lookin' pretty nice.
What the hell's wrong with you, he asked himself, but he didn't bother answering. Ain't a thing wrong with him: he just ain't ready to settle down and get all domestic like some of his brothers. Riley wouldn't have done it and he ain't gonna do it either.
He'll have fun sleepin' with Lara, though. But before he can do that again, he has to kill an hour: he heads down to the Chocobo races, sits back, and watches for a while. Sometimes, he wishes he smoked. That'd help pass the time.
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:08 am (UTC)After his third vodka tonic ("No, sir, those are on the house, please") he shrugs, gets up and stretches, takes a little stroll around the place. He still has an hour to kill before he meets up with Lara again and he's already checked in with Rude, so fuck if he knows what he's gonna do to kill the time.
He's a friggin' Turk, though, and even though their numbers are smaller today than they used to be, people still look at him twice when they see the outfit. This ain't a couple years ago, he wants to tell them without telling them he's the guy who dropped the plate on Sector 7. That gave him enough pause for thought over the years and thinkin' about it now almost drives him back to that bar for another drink. But nah. He doesn't want to stay at the bar for three hours alone and one of the reasons he ain't there is 'cause after those three vodka tonics, some of the other ladies there started lookin' pretty nice.
What the hell's wrong with you, he asked himself, but he didn't bother answering. Ain't a thing wrong with him: he just ain't ready to settle down and get all domestic like some of his brothers. Riley wouldn't have done it and he ain't gonna do it either.
He'll have fun sleepin' with Lara, though. But before he can do that again, he has to kill an hour: he heads down to the Chocobo races, sits back, and watches for a while. Sometimes, he wishes he smoked. That'd help pass the time.