[ Is he gonna murder poor Maurice? No. Oh, heavens, no. As was declared to him quite recently (shockingly recently, when you think about it—the Turks Revolution was only a matter of mere months ago, isn't that just the goddamnedest thing? Right before the whole world turned over and people stopped staying dead), it's a new era for Shinra. It's a new era for the Department of Administrative Research, too. He has yet to make this great shift in hierarchy anyone's knowledge but his own yet, but he has plans for his actions going forward. No. His last execution will be Chirpy. Maurice...
Maurice just won't be sleeping for awhile, that's all.
But Roche doesn't need to know that. Reno bats his long, dark lashes and smiles from ear to ear like a wicked little crocodile, takes the offered glass, and knocks it back, pinky out(, bitch). ]
Ahhh, yeah. That's the stuff that's worth your money. Last time I had this was at the Saucer. Me 'n Rude were on what they called a "corporate retreat" that was s'posed to be work but wound up being aaaaall play. Hehehe. He was so smashed. Tried to punch a ghost at the hotel and wound up flat on his face. It ended alright, though. I put him in for a nice long bubblebath and got cozy with the chick that runs the racin' stables... she introduced me to the guys. [ "introduced" = "it was a chocojockey gang bang" ] Next morning we got up still drunk as hell and lucked into a cool mil on the slots. It was just enough to pay for all the bottles of this we racked up on the tab. Y'see, this shit makes dreams come true.
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[ Is he gonna murder poor Maurice? No. Oh, heavens, no. As was declared to him quite recently (shockingly recently, when you think about it—the Turks Revolution was only a matter of mere months ago, isn't that just the goddamnedest thing? Right before the whole world turned over and people stopped staying dead), it's a new era for Shinra. It's a new era for the Department of Administrative Research, too. He has yet to make this great shift in hierarchy anyone's knowledge but his own yet, but he has plans for his actions going forward. No. His last execution will be Chirpy. Maurice...
Maurice just won't be sleeping for awhile, that's all.
But Roche doesn't need to know that. Reno bats his long, dark lashes and smiles from ear to ear like a wicked little crocodile, takes the offered glass, and knocks it back, pinky out(, bitch). ]
Ahhh, yeah. That's the stuff that's worth your money. Last time I had this was at the Saucer. Me 'n Rude were on what they called a "corporate retreat" that was s'posed to be work but wound up being aaaaall play. Hehehe. He was so smashed. Tried to punch a ghost at the hotel and wound up flat on his face. It ended alright, though. I put him in for a nice long bubblebath and got cozy with the chick that runs the racin' stables... she introduced me to the guys. [ "introduced" = "it was a chocojockey gang bang" ] Next morning we got up still drunk as hell and lucked into a cool mil on the slots. It was just enough to pay for all the bottles of this we racked up on the tab. Y'see, this shit makes dreams come true.
[ a million gil worth of whiskey ]