Being bored was about the worse condition Zack could be in. It's given birth to more posts on the SOLDIER bulletin boards than they had Dumb Apples in Banora. On top of that, Zack knew that if he stayed around the hotel doing nothing, he'd start to imagine his friend in all manner of torture; it was hard enough watching it the first time around, he didn't need to embellish on it. Five years was no joke.

This was the only reason he could think of why he was standing outside this seemingly new establishment with Reno in tow. It looked interesting enough and the trip could yield some information. And he did recall promising to take Reno out for a few drinks. He just hoped they served something stronger than beer here.

"Heya~!" Zack called out to no one in particular, absentmindedly holding the door open for Reno to pass through.