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[blade_beam]

[ Cloud wasn't one for socialising with unfamiliar faces. Those that didn't know him put it down to that mysterious, Ex-SOLDIER bravado that he simply decided that he didn't want to waste time with unknowns. The reality was that being exposed to large groups of people made him feel uncomfortable and withdrawn. If he went out and was unnoticed he thought there was something wrong with him and if he went out and was inundated with new faces giving him attention then he felt claustrophobic. He couldn't win either way.

However, there was one place where he didn't feel that sort of discomfort - Seventh Heaven. Tifa's bar, as he had come to know it. And while Tifa and Barret were away on business he felt more at ease in this parochial pub than anywhere else in Midgar.

Dressed in his usual attire of black jeans and a high-collared top he sat perched at the bar, pouring himself another shot of whiskey from a bottle with a large sticker that read "Cloud's" on it. ]

Comments

Of course *n*

[blade_beam]

I'd like to see them try with me attached to it.

[ Cloud jested, but he was keeping the bottle rather close. That being said, he took the bottle and shook it gently asking. ]

Since you seem so interested, do you wanna try some?

[ Cloud didn't wait for a response, he leaned over the bar and grabbed a clean-looking tumbler glass for his new drinking buddy. Pouring our a generous shot he left it on the bar for him. ]

[rhygret]

Oh, that's uh--yeah, thanks. [ It wasn't what he'd been going for but Rhys isn't one to turn down what looks like a free drink. It's a pretty welcome gesture actually and the quirk of his lips turns a bit more genuine (not so pompous) as he nods his head and settles with his arms braced on the counter. ]

...I'm Rhys. [ It feels like he should say that. ]

[blade_beam]

[ Rice?

Cloud didn't judge the name, he'd had enough people mocking him for his after all. That being said, he did think it a little bit strange. ]

Hey Rhys. You probably figured out my name by now, right?

[ Picking up his own glass he gently clinks it against the one he offered Rhys before taking another sip. ]

[rhygret]

I've got a hunch. [ Which is of course, coy and obvious. Their glasses clink, and Rhys copies the motion and takes a sip of his own as he nods his head towards the bar. ]

You know the owner or something to get that kind of star treatment?