[She flashes him a crooked grin, quick and pleased.]
I'm gonna hold you to it. Although you know 'a large building' doesn't give me a whole lot to go on, right? Meet me out front or something and gimme the guided tour. I guess I could show you around my place too if you're really that interested but I promise you, it's morbid as fuck. Totally bad and gross. You'll probably want to--
[But the sound of someone calling her name - just about discernible over the general cacophony of the crowded drinking hole - has her turning away from him, peering out into the crowd. When she spots the owner of the voice she abruptly shouts 'yeah, be right over!! at the top of her lungs (sorry), before turning back to him with a guilty grin.]
Oops! I was meant to be getting a round in before you distracted me with your alcohol-tolerance bragging. I guess I'd better go see to that.
[She says, as she pushes back her chair to the sound of wood squealing against wood, and the muffled moan of one of Sephiroth's fallen drinking buddies beneath the table.]
What's your name, and I'll come find you in that other place sometime. Or do I just called you Mister First Class?
[She does her very best to emulate his accent and tone, swipes the bottle of liquor from the table, and takes one more swig.]
no subject
I'm gonna hold you to it. Although you know 'a large building' doesn't give me a whole lot to go on, right? Meet me out front or something and gimme the guided tour. I guess I could show you around my place too if you're really that interested but I promise you, it's morbid as fuck. Totally bad and gross. You'll probably want to--
[But the sound of someone calling her name - just about discernible over the general cacophony of the crowded drinking hole - has her turning away from him, peering out into the crowd. When she spots the owner of the voice she abruptly shouts 'yeah, be right over!! at the top of her lungs (sorry), before turning back to him with a guilty grin.]
Oops! I was meant to be getting a round in before you distracted me with your alcohol-tolerance bragging. I guess I'd better go see to that.
[She says, as she pushes back her chair to the sound of wood squealing against wood, and the muffled moan of one of Sephiroth's fallen drinking buddies beneath the table.]
What's your name, and I'll come find you in that other place sometime. Or do I just called you Mister First Class?
[She does her very best to emulate his accent and tone, swipes the bottle of liquor from the table, and takes one more swig.]
One for the road!! And I'm Gideon. Gideon Nav.