queenoflogs | sorry old man, but that's just the way that it is

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sorry old man, but that's just the way that it is

Characters: Tifa, and you!!! (sob open log finally...)
Date: Um...to...day? Maybe a little later in the evening. We'll say 5 pm-ish?
Summary: Mostly just...hanging out in the Seventh Heaven. Actionspam/prose is fine. You can make a thread with the intent of talking to Tifa or you can make your own threads. I don't care, go wild. If your character is tiny it's okay for them to visit! Tifa can cook for them. Or give them fruit juice, or mother them incessantly.
Warnings: Should be none! If there are any, I will update when necessary. Keep in mind any bar brawls can and will be broken up, and violently, by Tifa herself. That doesn't mean they can't happen, but they will be stopped.

Today had been a slow day, but Tifa didn't mind the silence, broken in intervals by the outside noises, the soft sounds of nature winding down for the night. She wondered, idly, if she should play the piano to join in. It had been a long time since she'd been surrounded by so much nature. It was a little overwhelming, at times. She was reminded of leaving Midgar after years of being under the oppressive Plate, of being shown the sudden clarity of clear, boundless blue skies. It felt like she was falling, as if the ground would disappear beneath her feet. She felt a lot like that, lately.

Without anyone around to break up the monotony of the evening, Tifa distracted herself by cooking, taking inventory, anything to keep her busy. There were so many different kinds of liquor, stuff she'd never even used before. She'd been entertaining herself during her downtime by figuring out what went well together. She never was one to drink much herself, but figuring out new mixes was something she'd always enjoyed.

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Her daily walks had gotten to be habit. She'd decided right away that sitting around in her new and miraculous apartment all day wasn't the way to go. Neither was spending countless hours watching Sephiroth train. It was enjoyable, but far more so for Sephiroth than for her, she was sure.
As for research, regular breaks were important. Even in this irregular place.

She'd heard there was a bar, more like a public house, with food, and tables as well as the necessary "bar" itself. She hadn't planned on finding herself suddenly in front of it, but then, one seemed to stumble onto things in the Garden. Hearing sound of friendly chatter, she straightened her ponytail and made her way inside.

She took in the faces around her and made for the bar, thinking a beer might be nice, after all.

"Hey! Chick Reeve!" Reno started over when she saw the weirdly familiar but unfamiliar face.

She stopped in front of Reeve, standing between her and the bar with a thoughtful frown. Then, too quickly for Reeve to do anything about it, she pulled the tie from the woman's hair, freeing it from its ponytail and giving a more approving smile. "There. That's better."

The red blur that appeared between Reeve and her destination was awfully familiar. But before she'd had time to answer Reno's unusual greeting, the other woman had somehow managed to take the tie right out of her hair, leaving it fallen down around her face. She laughed, what else could she have done?

"Reno-- it really is you. And yes! Chick Reeve, that's me. Why is this better, exactly?"

"Yeah, it's me. You look better like that. Trust me. Why are you so buttoned up? Isn't this supposed to be a sex garden?"

She shook her head. "Who are you, Elena? Reeve doesn't wear ties anymore." At this, she started in on the tie in question, attempting to steal it as she had Reeve's hair tie.

Maybe she was being a little proprietary, but she'd had a couple drinks, and she knew Reeve wasn't going to give her any trouble. It was sort of fun having a lady Reeve from the past to mess with, if she had to be in this stupid place.

She hadn't expected to find herself in a tug-of-war over the tie, with a Reno who was plainly wearing a black bra, no less--- but here she was! Having gotten the tie away from Reno, she decided the safest place for it was her back pocket.

"Force of habit. This is how I dress everyday, Reno! A Sex Garden isn't exactly an everyday thing."

Laughing, she ran a hand through her hair.

"Now, who is Elena, exactly? And can I get a beer here?"

She gave up and let Reeve keep the tie. As long as she wasn't wearing it. "You need to learn to loosen up, then. There's no dress code in a sex garden." Reno's own clothes, although still her business clothes, probably couldn't have gotten much looser.

"Elena's a Turk, remember? Oh--yeah, guess you're from before then. It's so weird, how you're both a chick and from the past." She shook her head. She was more amused than anything else, as it wasn't the bad kind of weird, just extremely bizarre.

The bad kind of weird reminded her of something, however. She tensed, forgetting to answer the beer question. "Psychoroth isn't here, is she?"

Reeve had been just about to inform Reno that she had no idea who Elena was when the woman asked about "Psychoroth". When she did open her mouth, her voice was low.

"Reno. No. On both counts. She isn't psychotic and she isn't here. Also, I can see you're fond of that nickname, but can we keep that one between ourselves? Please?"

"Also, yes. I have no idea who Elena is. But if she likes keeping her clothes on, I suppose we have a lot in common."

She left the crack about the past alone. She wasn't about to debate theories on the multiverse with a drunk Reno.

"I didn't say I liked the nickname. I only just thought it up. But it is pretty good, isn't it?" She smirked, pleased with herself. "Fine, if you don't want me saying Psychoroth--," she raised her voice a little as she said that, "--then I won't." Reno could be reasonable and do as requested. As long as she didn't "forget" what she'd promised to do.

"Elena does like to keep her clothes on. Not that I don't try to get her out of them. You two do have a lot in common, I guess. Here." Reno started to unbutton Reeve's shirt, and if her hands brushed up against Reeve's chest in a rather personal way, that was just coincidence, wasn't it?

No, it probably wasn't a coincidence at all.

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She'd been just about to say "Reno" in a remonstrantive tone for entirely different reasons, but being suddenly groped by Reno was one that was entirely fresh. Startled into a laugh, she managed to interrupt Reno before her shirt was completely open. Just.

"Reno! Yes, we must have a lot in common-- Elena and I. The you I know never tried anything like this on me, but I wouldn't have put it past him!"

Rebuttoning her shirt, she chuckled. She was aware she was blushing, but also that it wasn't all that obvious.

"And yes, I'd rather you didn't say-- that. Now, about that beer? Then you can tell me all about yourself. Well, the bits I can't guess already."

"Yeah, you and she have a ton in common." Reno laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Reeve. You can't blame me, can you? I've never seen you with tits before."

She pulled her hands back, because she was only giving Reeve a hard time. She didn't really want to give her a problem. "I think you'd look better with a couple unbuttoned buttons, at least." The mention of guy Reno was amusing and intriguing. "So Reno never hit on you, huh?"

She nodded in reply to Reeve's beer query. "Sure, all the alcohol's free here, since there's no money, and it's probably magic or something. Help yourself."

This Reno was really very much the Reno she was used to-- of course there were some key differences, but they didn't seem to matter very much at the moment. She smiled, feeling a wave of fond affection. Which was followed closely by a twinge of homesickness.

"All right, all right! You win. I'll leave the top two undone. I am here to unwind, after all." She chuckled.

"Oh, no. Well, not really. The Reno I know is quite the office Romeo, but I think the secretarial pool is really his top priority. If you know what I mean. Reno. Now, since you've helped yourself, so to speak, I think I'll do the same. But I'll have that beer."

Having gotten her beer, Reeve made her way back to Reno.

"So! I wonder if any more of "us" will fetch up here. Any guesses? Wishes?"

"Good, that's better. You keep following my advice, and you'll be getting laid in no time, Reeve."

She automatically assumed that male Reno was a lot better than your average asshole. If not better than her. But he was doubtlessly a fantastic and extremely hot guy. "I do know what you mean. I've banged a few secretaries in my day."

Reeve's question wasn't hard to answer. "Of course I want Rude to show up. But any of the Turks would be good. Or Rufus." She paused to consider that. "Rufus with boobs would be amazing." Sad as it was, she kind of wanted Cloud to show up, considering the Sephiroth situation, but Reeve didn't know who the fuck Cloud was. She didn't want to get into a stupid "Who's Cloud?" conversation, so she didn't mention it.

"Yes, I can't say I'm surprised, about the secretaries!"

"Rufus with--", Reeve nearly inhaled the head on her beer. She laughed her remaining her breath into her glass.

"Yes, that would be interesting, to say the least. I wouldn't mind seeing practically anybody, really-- though Scarlet would be low on my personal list. Does your Reeve-- do I get along with Scarlet in your universe?"

"Speak for yourself. There's all kinds of nutjobs and idiots I don't want to see." Like Psychoroth, she thought but didn't say, if only because it was a moot point and she was feeling fairly tolerant.

"Reeve and Scarlet, huh?" Reno considered. She'd kept an eye on the executives, but it had been a while. "Well, it's not like I was all up in your and Scarlet's business, back in the day, but from what I understand, you weren't best friends, to say the least. But Reeve was too nice to start shit with her."

Reno seemed to have a talent for nearly making her inhale her beer.

"Ah, yes. Well some things seem the same, anyway. Scarlet and I-- aren't exactly friends! To say that least. Ha ha, I guess it could be said I was too nice to "start shit" with her. Either that, or I just wanted to avoid her!"

"So. Rufus is president-- how's that working out? I never got that close to him, so I don't know him that well. Is he well-liked?"

With Rufus' father in mind as an example of the Shinra family's rule, she wonders. She really does.

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