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Parties, contd
by Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
at January 22nd, 2006 (09:18 pm)
Feelings on this:: drunk

[OOC: Started up a new log because the other thread disappeared off my f-list]

The need for air was getting overwhelming.

Rufus staggered away from Scarlet's very drunken attempts to get one arm around his shoulders and another down his pants, banged his leg painfully against the table, split punch down his jacket, and figured that a strategic retreat was called for. Perhaps he would even return to his room for reinforcements. No one, however drunk, messed with one large panther, black, fully equiped with enough jaw strength to crush bone. And tentacles. Two tentacles.

Abandoning the now empty glass, he staggered towards the doors of the ballroom, wondering why the world seemed to insist on listing slightly to the right. Surely it wasn't because the room had been built on a slope. He'd have been... notified if it was. He'd have to take the Head of Building Administration to task very seriously about allowed sinkage to this extent.

No wait.

He paused just outside the doors, shaking his head violently as his senses caught up rather belatedly with him. How many glasses of punch had he drunk? It had been one. Then another when he'd talked to Reeve's secretary. And another when Heidegger had started telling his... jokes. And... oh gods.

He groaned as he dimly recalled several more in between that one and the one he had split. Well, maybe he simply wouldn't be back. After all, it wasn't as if anyone would miss him--

--the world listed again, and sharply, and he stumbled, lost his balance and staggered into the wall. Except that there was a Turk in the way.

[Tags: doublegunshot]

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Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: January 30th, 2006 06:15 pm (UTC)

Ah. Dark Nation. Safe and sound and professing an interest in the General's hair. It probably reminded her of a ball of yarn. A very shiny, unravelled ball of yarn.

Rufus wasn't up to cryptic hints and suchlike. And even if the General was hinting that SOLDIER might be aware of certain plots stirring in the upper echelons of the Company, specifically, the ones targetted at the Vice President, well... Rufus hadn't stayed alive as long as he had by telling everyone everything he knew. Tucking the pistol into belt, he waved the General over to one of the chairs still standing after the debacle. "Please, take a seat." The mannerisms were automatic. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Still clutching the edge of the couch, he meandered over to the wall and flicked on the lights as he did so, staring unhappily at the hole in the wall. Hopefully, they'd be able to get that fixed.

"Captain Darklighter?" he asked. Rufus turned eyes that he were sure were bloodshot and black-rimmed on Sephiroth. "A chance meeting in the hallways. I requested assistance in the form of possible escorts from SOLDIER ranks from him. Although I didn't expect him to volunteer, himself.

"It was all rather unplanned, actually. The Captain was rather more enthusiastic than I'd expected." He smiled, deprecatingly. "It was all signed, sealed, and approved in record time, even for this Company."

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