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[sleazeoverstyle]

Drinkin' at home or drinkin' at the end of the universe: it doesn't much matter to him. End result's gonna be the exact same, so either's good. As he opens the door, his hand goes to that knife he carries in his pocket.

Knives ain't new for him either. One hand fingering the knife's handle, he makes his way over to the bar, grabs a stool that looks like it was just made for his skinny ass, and orders himself a bottle of his usual ale. Looks around, turns his attention back to the bottle that shows up in front of him without a second thought about the shit people are wearin'. Some nights, good old Wutai Pale's the only friend he needs.

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[sleazeoverstyle]

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it. You'll ruin my reputation."

Like he's got one of those to uphold.

"Just tell me what you think of it. That's all." His own personal joke is that if he had an alter-ego, the guy would be named after this shit. Hello, Mister Ale.

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Cloud simply shrugs in response to that first bit. Really - who's he going to tell, anyway? He's not exactly Milliways Bar's Gossip Queen.

He picks up the glass and lifts it to his lips.

"Not bad," he says, nodding.

[sleazeoverstyle]

"Not bad." The guy thinks the nectar of the friggin' Gods ain't bad. Well, everyone's entitled to his opinion, he guesses.

"You know, you got something in common with the Cloud I know. You're both depressing assholes." He means it in all good cheer, actually: it's his way of bein' sociable, which he is 'cause who wouldn't be if he was at a bar at the end of the universe?

Oh, wait. That'd be Cloud.

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Well, what exactly did he expect? Cloud to gush over how amazing it was? That would require a whole lot of expressive faces, most of which Cloud isn't capable of.

In any case, Reno's remark doesn't exactly offend Cloud (well, it does, but he doesn't show it).

"Do you know him well?"

[sleazeoverstyle]

Nah.

Yeah.

"Kind of." They ain't exactly best friends or nothin', but most of the animosity they had toward each other's faded over time. "He runs a delivery service. Handy guy to know."