Some R&R at 7th Heaven (Cissnei,Tifa)

[Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo]

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The ambient sound of jackhammers, store alarms, and honking horns. The hustle-bustle chatter of crowded sidewalks. Concrete and metal as far as the eye can see. The unending gray of overcast skies and the chilled air which held the faintly acidic taste of mako pollution. This was Midgar--the city of Edge.

Home Sweet Freakin’ Home.

It felt like it had been years since he’d last stepped foot in Edge, although it couldn’t have been more than one. Yet, after all the covert missions and travel that he’d been up to lately, Reno was more than ready to take a breather, kick back a beer, have a smoke, and pick up a pretty gal to take back to her place. Too bad the latter part would have to wait until another time, though. Something told him that his new partner would throughly kick his ass if he even so much as thought about dragging her into one of those dives. And so it was that he found himself stepping into 7th Heaven. It wasn’t his normal choice for a watering hole--a bit too family friendly for his likes--but it had been a long time since he had stopped by to check in on old friends, anyway. That, and the bartender was damn hot with a fine set of T&A. He figured it was about time he stopped in to check those out, as well.

Discretely.

Besides, he and his partner did have other, Turk related, reasons for needing to come this way. Might was well get it over and done with, now, while they were in the area.

“Well, here it is,” Reno drawled cheerfully as he stepped up to the entry, "Welcome to 7th Heaven: the bar, hangout, and safe-house for all surviving members of you-know-what."

Pulling his hands from his pockets, he reached out the handle with his left. Then, propping door open with the palm, he half turned to glance back toward Cissnei, and grinned. "You haven't been here before, right? Come on in, I'll introduce ya."

[ladylionhart]

[OOC: I assumed from your previous post that Tifa and Cissnei has never met. Also, I am relatively sure that Cissnei is a Turk, but I could be wrong xD Please let me know and I'll edit any mistakes.]


A pair of chocolate brown eyes reflected in the martini glass, before being obscured as a white cloth rubbed over the same persistent dirt-speck against the rim. The raven-haired young woman frowned in annoyance, her eyes fixing themselves upon the speck; she wiped the cleaning cloth over it again, but to no avail. A deep, frustrated sigh escaped her lips. Is this what she has been reduced to? Cleaning and re-cleaning because she had nothing better to occupy herself with?

Shaking her head in disbelief, she replaced the gleaming glass upon the shelf. The glasses were neatly aligned, each one spaced exactly a centimeter apart; like SOLDIERS marching in formation. Tifa bit her lower lip, promptly rearranging the shelf into disorder. Her lips tipped into a smile and she nodded, proud of her small victory.

The brunette turned, facing the large, open-spaced room of 7th Heaven. There weren’t a lot of customers currently, and so she had nothing to do but clean and wait. And clean some more. She sighed again, resting her elbows upon the smooth, wooden bar; her head dropping into her hands.

Please, just give me some excitement… Anything will do. This routine is killing me.

Suddenly, Tifa heard a very familiar voice fill the mostly empty bar. Her head snapped up, her dark brows arching in surprise. Well, when she had wished for anything she didn’t mean for it to entail Reno. A soft groan escaped her rosy lips, and she straightened almost reluctantly, watching the pair of Turks closely.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Who’s your friend?”

Tifa busied herself with taking down two glassed from the shelf, and polishing them. A moment later, she realized what she was doing, and almost smacked herself against the forehead. Old habits die hard, it seemed.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

[cissnei]

The day seemed so noisy and gloomy. With the smog and the constant din of Edge’s people, Cissnei wanted to escape to her haven to get solitude. In fact, a nice long vacation is what she needed after the craziness of the merge. All she wanted to do right now was go read a good book.

Instead, she had to babysit the permanently second in command. She looked at him through the corner of her eyes. Sometimes she wished he would grow, but then again he had reasons for acting the way he did. Being a Turk, had certain repercussions. It made some people go mad, while others looked for an escape. A soft grin touched her lip. She tucked her chin in causing her red-orange locks to fall around the pale skin of her cheeks.

When Reno wanted to come here to solicit information, she ran a background check on the place. It was a normal enough bar. At least it was now. She glanced long ways at Reno when he filled in the part that made it un-normal. It was the meeting ground for Avalanche. Though Avalanche’s acts of ‘terrorism’ had taken a step down over the years, Cissnei remained wary of old enemies.

However, as they say, it is best to keep friends close, and your enemies closer.

She looked up at Reno as he held the door open for her. “Introduce me? I am sure you are well acquainted with the bar tender.” Cissnei remarked with a hint of sarcasm and teasing.

Her eyes beheld the woman behind the bar. She was of a much gentler nature than Cissnei imagined. She knew this woman’s name was Tifa from the background check and from Reno’s reports she edited ...when he would decide to do them.

But to be normal she walked up to the counter and took a seat, feigning ignorance. Upon Tifa’s question, she replied with “My name is Cissnei. And your’s? I take it you know Reno well?” Small, and polite, chat was something she tried to improve upon occasionally.

With a second thought on what she wanted to drink, she decided on a water. After all, someone may need to lug Reno home if he became too irresponsibly now. But she was sure he would be professional...at least as professional as Reno decided to be.

[Al-Cid, Rakesh, Paloma, Mateo]

“Yeah well... ” Reno trailed off as he stepped aside for Cissnei to enter. “Not as much as ya might think, ya know.” he added as an afterthought.

As much as he was happy to flirt with pretty a bartender, he’d never been able to get anywhere with Tifa--not that he actually ever tried to, though. While he was fairly certain that he could get her, if he really did use all his charm on her, he was reluctant to face the wrath of a certain chocobo-haired swordsman or a former bomb-making partner. That, and a weird love triangle was something he really did not want to get caught up in the middle of--besides, such things were much more interesting to watch from the outside, where he could gossip about them later.

As Cissnei made her way inside and toward the counter, Reno strode in step behind the her, and took the seat next to Cissnei as she made her own introductions. He then leaned elbow against the counter and his cheek against his palm as he waited. When Tifa asked if she could get a drink for them, he answered with a quick grin and a wink, “Just a beer for me, hun.”