[One of those types. Without quite realizing it, her eyes flit across the bar in search of a spiky blond head, and finds him at a booth on the other side.
Tifa gets to work pouring another drink: a simple glass of iced water for herself. She'd go for the booze, but she's still technically on duty, and they still don't know what kind of effects it would have on her, or anyone... besides making everyone a little loud—case in point, those playing darts cheer in the corner, and she smiles.]
Can't exactly get you any drinks while you're up there, though. Not thirsty?
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[One of those types. Without quite realizing it, her eyes flit across the bar in search of a spiky blond head, and finds him at a booth on the other side.
Tifa gets to work pouring another drink: a simple glass of iced water for herself. She'd go for the booze, but she's still technically on duty, and they still don't know what kind of effects it would have on her, or anyone... besides making everyone a little loud—case in point, those playing darts cheer in the corner, and she smiles.]
Can't exactly get you any drinks while you're up there, though. Not thirsty?