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[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

[After getting the most bizarre and definitely not needed wedding proposal from a strange man, Tifa decides to continue with her day's work and open up her bar.]

[ooc; Bar's open. since alcohol isn't available normally in the kitchen because there are children who can get it, every type of drink is here, even from different worlds. go ahead and mingle, drown your sorrows, or piss the bar lady. the last one would get you a black eye though. best part about this bar? EVERY DRINK IS FREE. Also, there's a notice board for people to tack up notices. Who wants to hunt Marks?]

Comments

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Radiant Garden. Can't believe this world made it here. That's why I said reopened.

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

You serious? This is Radiant Garden?

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

You didn't see Radiant Garden merge with this place earlier, did you?

[Walks to a door in her bar and opens it...her bar is situated between the main dressing room and the Radiant Garden part of the DR. Convenient.]

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

I try not to pay attention what happens around here. No point. Keeps contradicting itself.

[raises his brows at the door and files this away. Half-grin.]

Now that's interesting. Don't suppose anybody's tried to get off this world that way.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Pretty much ends in a dead end. Still, you can always hope this place would whisk you back home again. Some people ended up that way.

[Wipes the counter]

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the advice, but I'm not big into hope.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Figures. Need a top up?

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

What. Don't tell me hopelessness's a cliche now.

And sure.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

[Refills]

Sort of. It's all I've been seeing from most of the people here.

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

Really? I didn't see much hopelessness. Lot of fucking, maybe, but that's not the same thing.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Not exactly hopelessness then. Just losing the desire to go home.

...and I think the fucking is something that will never change around here. [sighs, gets to work on wiping the glasses]

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

Makes sense, though. Here, they've got everything they could ever want, for free.

[Well, except for one thing. One hand starts to drift towards the space above his heart. Remembering himself, he stops it and laughs.]

'Least something's reliable around this place.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

[cocks head at him]

...one of those 'Nobodies'?

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

[grin]

You got it. S'it true what they say about bartenders and mindreading?

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Afraid not. Just good at interpreting people. Usually how they enter, how they talk...you'd know if they were heartbroken or lost their job...we get a lot of that.

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

[cocks his head.]

And what am I?

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

[Crosses arms, dishcloth in hand]

...hm...just someone who needs a drink really badly?

[crooked-flame.livejournal.com]

Good enough.

[7thfinalheaven.livejournal.com]

Need another one?