Good. They probably need it. You know, you can wear more than just the leathers. We have actual options now.
[Which Clive has very much taken advantage of, though he still doesn't go anywhere without his sword, which he removes before shrugging out of his leather jacket, revealing a dark red t-shirt with a deep v paired with form-fitting black jeans that have clearly seen some wear.]
I'm impressed people wear half of the things that store offers, but, well. [Clive finally finds a knife and a cutting board and starts slicing a lime into wedges.] I've seen people walking around in less.
[He grabs the bottle of tequila, pops the stopper out, and pours two shots.]
At least for the night. [He nods towards the shots as he sprinkles some salt on the back of his hand.] Want one?
[It's someone else's turn to be the drunk fool for once.]
Well, my leathers actually fit me. You wouldn’t know anything about that.
[Cid saunters in and takes a seat at the table.]
Of course.
[He watches him cut limes, his mind conjuring ancient images of the things they’d do to avoid scurvy. The salt thing was new. But he was willing to do as Clive was, even if this was fucking up his order of operations on being the host. He could put it aside this once.]
You'd have to take that up with my father. Besides, they're comfortable and they do their job. I'm not the one getting distracted by them.
[Clive brings the shots and fixings to the table. He sprinkles salt on the back of Cid's hand, too.]
Lick the salt, take the shot, bite the lime.
[Clive gives a very clearly well-versed example before nodding to Cid as he grabs the tequila from the counter and comes back to pour himself a second shot.]
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[And maybe he was feeling a bit more optimistic about himself than “drunk fool”. Though Clive’s offerings were much more that than anything else.]
I’ve got rum. Nothing to eat, but there’s some new spots around the station.
[Cid plucks at his clothes and looks at them with the compliment.]
It’s not too bad. Among the warmer costumes available, at least.
[Cid lingers in the doorway to light a cigarillo. Now that was a lot of booze. ]
So… moving in?
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[Which Clive has very much taken advantage of, though he still doesn't go anywhere without his sword, which he removes before shrugging out of his leather jacket, revealing a dark red t-shirt with a deep v paired with form-fitting black jeans that have clearly seen some wear.]
I'm impressed people wear half of the things that store offers, but, well. [Clive finally finds a knife and a cutting board and starts slicing a lime into wedges.] I've seen people walking around in less.
[He grabs the bottle of tequila, pops the stopper out, and pours two shots.]
At least for the night. [He nods towards the shots as he sprinkles some salt on the back of his hand.] Want one?
[It's someone else's turn to be the drunk fool for once.]
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You wouldn’t know anything about that.
[Cid saunters in and takes a seat at the table.]
Of course.
[He watches him cut limes, his mind conjuring ancient images of the things they’d do to avoid scurvy. The salt thing was new. But he was willing to do as Clive was, even if this was fucking up his order of operations on being the host. He could put it aside this once.]
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[Clive brings the shots and fixings to the table. He sprinkles salt on the back of Cid's hand, too.]
Lick the salt, take the shot, bite the lime.
[Clive gives a very clearly well-versed example before nodding to Cid as he grabs the tequila from the counter and comes back to pour himself a second shot.]