"Yeah," Zack answered, would have been grinning at Reno if he wasn't busy taking in the decor of the place. "Too bad we didn't have anything like this down in Sector Seven. Aerith would have loved it."
Studying the menu, Zack was excited to see that the place served Irish Coffee. Alcohol was alcohol, whether it was delivered through amaretto, whiskey, or vodka and at this particular moment, Zack wasn't exactly choosy. He absentmindedly added that any alcohol, unless it was designed to knock out a tonberry out in five seconds flat (those things were freaky, regardless of whether they were part of his summon creatures or not) would probably serve in only giving him a taste run.
Zack grinned and held up two fingers. "Two Irish Coffees, please. Easy on the coffee and extras on the kick, if you get my drift." After placing their orders (and if Reno raised any complaints about having his choices taken away from him, well...Zack was doing a fairly good job of playing deaf), Zack leaned forward, warmly grasping the offered hand. While the shake was enthusiastic and firm, Zack was careful about restraining his strength.
"I'm definitely no boss," Zack grinned warmly at the other man. "I leave that type of hard work for the big wigs with too much time on their hands. Zack Fair, former SOLDIER First Class at your service. Oh hey, guess that makes me a freelancer now, huh Reno?"
orz || s-so sorry for the delay .__. ;;
Studying the menu, Zack was excited to see that the place served Irish Coffee. Alcohol was alcohol, whether it was delivered through amaretto, whiskey, or vodka and at this particular moment, Zack wasn't exactly choosy. He absentmindedly added that any alcohol, unless it was designed to knock out a tonberry out in five seconds flat (those things were freaky, regardless of whether they were part of his summon creatures or not) would probably serve in only giving him a taste run.
Zack grinned and held up two fingers. "Two Irish Coffees, please. Easy on the coffee and extras on the kick, if you get my drift." After placing their orders (and if Reno raised any complaints about having his choices taken away from him, well...Zack was doing a fairly good job of playing deaf), Zack leaned forward, warmly grasping the offered hand. While the shake was enthusiastic and firm, Zack was careful about restraining his strength.
"I'm definitely no boss," Zack grinned warmly at the other man. "I leave that type of hard work for the big wigs with too much time on their hands. Zack Fair, former SOLDIER First Class at your service. Oh hey, guess that makes me a freelancer now, huh Reno?"