[ Ooh, so fancy. He's been in limos before, but never before the Turks. It was quite a few years into his career before he began to see the big ticket shit like fancy cars and hundred thousand gil champagne. Truthfully, this kind of thing isn't common for people like him. Only when you're undercover or on some kind of job, really. The Investigation Sector of Administrative Research has no doorplate, no label on the elevator buttons. They don't get treated to the same pomp and extravagance as the executives and overpaid suits. They're the skeletons in the closet, and if they want to do something nice, they pretty much have to do it all by themselves out of town someplace, because Shinra Inc. sure isn't going to allow for some ostentatious party for the shadows that lurk in the dark.

Either way, it's been a long, long time since he's ridden in one. Not since before the Troubles began in Midgar, and considering that Midgar's always been troubled, you can imagine how long that might be. He grins as he slides onto the seat, ooh, top notch, leather seats, mini bar and everything! and scoots all the way aside so Roche can get in next to him. ]

Woooow, nice! Damn, this is plush as fuck. And this juice, niiice. It's a shame I quit drinkin', I'd be all over this...

[ That doesn't stop him from snooping anyway. It's quite tempting, and what reason is there, now, to stay dry? He's already established that sobriety wasn't the issue he was having with all his wild behavior. That was a symptom, not a cause. Not a cause at all, in fact. Here we have a thousands-gil bottle of dom perignon, and isn't this shit probably just so gross? ...I mean, fuck, they've got crystal glasses in here to drink it out of and everything. ]

But they got even more expensive shit at the restaurant. Speakin'a which, where are you taking me, anyways? Or is it a surprise?