Like he's ever been interested in Chocobo races a day in his life: his wanderings take him to Battle Square and the arena instead. Some poor shit's gettin' the crap beat out of him but so it goes. He gets to fight enough at his day gig and doesn't need to do it here. Gold Saucer, he realizes, is pretty friggin' boring and he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Lara; he really hopes she's the one who lifted the helicopter key. He hasn't been that close to anyone else or that distracted by anyone else, although that third vodka tonic put a nice layer of haze over everything.
She's a strange one. She followed him when they first split up and he wonders idly if she was planning on trying to fly that chopper herself. Could be. She could've tried, but she wouldn't have gotten real far. It's rigged to be a little bit theft-proof -- if anyone's got the balls to try to steal Shin-Ra property to start with -- with a fuel line cutoff. All the Turks-operated vehicles have shit like that. As they say, it ain't rocket science.
But the buzz from the drinking distracts and mellows him, and he ends up just kind of wandering around the place. The phone in his pocket buzzes and he looks: it's Tseng who he guesses pretty much is the boss, so he takes the call. Hears about some shit going on over near the Forgotten City and he tucks that information away for later, for when he ain't actually on vacation and anyhow, that's nowhere near here and he has other shit to do besides hike through the friggin' Sleeping Forest to get there and investigate.
On his day off. Screw that.
With about ten minutes to go he starts back to where he's supposed to meet Lara. A couple people get out of his way but hey, what the fuck. By the time the three hours are up, he's hangin' around cool and casual, arms folded over his chest like he does this every day. Odds are about 50/50 that she'll actually show up again.
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Date: 2008-12-18 08:52 pm (UTC)Like he's ever been interested in Chocobo races a day in his life: his wanderings take him to Battle Square and the arena instead. Some poor shit's gettin' the crap beat out of him but so it goes. He gets to fight enough at his day gig and doesn't need to do it here. Gold Saucer, he realizes, is pretty friggin' boring and he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Lara; he really hopes she's the one who lifted the helicopter key. He hasn't been that close to anyone else or that distracted by anyone else, although that third vodka tonic put a nice layer of haze over everything.
She's a strange one. She followed him when they first split up and he wonders idly if she was planning on trying to fly that chopper herself. Could be. She could've tried, but she wouldn't have gotten real far. It's rigged to be a little bit theft-proof -- if anyone's got the balls to try to steal Shin-Ra property to start with -- with a fuel line cutoff. All the Turks-operated vehicles have shit like that. As they say, it ain't rocket science.
But the buzz from the drinking distracts and mellows him, and he ends up just kind of wandering around the place. The phone in his pocket buzzes and he looks: it's Tseng who he guesses pretty much is the boss, so he takes the call. Hears about some shit going on over near the Forgotten City and he tucks that information away for later, for when he ain't actually on vacation and anyhow, that's nowhere near here and he has other shit to do besides hike through the friggin' Sleeping Forest to get there and investigate.
On his day off. Screw that.
With about ten minutes to go he starts back to where he's supposed to meet Lara. A couple people get out of his way but hey, what the fuck. By the time the three hours are up, he's hangin' around cool and casual, arms folded over his chest like he does this every day. Odds are about 50/50 that she'll actually show up again.