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Character(s): Mr. Hanekoma. Open to anyone who wants to join
Content: The Paixao branch of WildKat Coffee is open for business. Feel free to stop on by!
Setting: WildKat Coffee, corner of H5
Time: Throughout the day
Warnings: None.
Note: This will be party style, so feel free to start your own threads, and Mr. H will jump into them. Also, if you want tag other people's threads, since this can be a great chance to meet someone new!



Wiping down the counter of the newly opened Paixao branch of WildKat coffee, Hanekoma looked around to do one last check that everything was in order for a new day of customers. So far business hadn't exactly been booming, but even if he met one new customer Hanekoma was willing to call it a good day.

After all, the more people he met, the more his world expanded, and the more he understood the events that surrounded him. That in mind he moved to the door, and flipped the sign to 'Open.'

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orz || s-so sorry for the delay .__. ;;

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"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?"

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"She wouldn't've been th' only one," Reno answered absentmindedly. Hell, if they'd had one in Sector Seven he'd have gladly stopped by, even during his pre-Turk days. Provided he could manage to scourge up the gil, of course. But those days were long since past and not really worth the time it took to remember them besides.

Nor did he really have a complaint with Zack ordering for him. After all, they'd gone out with the intent of getting at least somewhat drunk. Going to a coffee shop to do it was a little out of the ordinary, but Reno never been the biggest fan of the ordinary. Especially in situations like this.

"Official records say you were KIA, so yeah, sounds like freelancin' t' me."

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"You got it."

Hanekoma listened to the two banter as he set about preparing their order. He quickly measured out the hot beverage, being sure to add in a generous helping of alcohol, as per the customer's instructions.

"SOLDIER First class? KIA? Sounds like quite the story there boss," Hanekoma said as he set the mugs before the two men. "Then again, seems like everyone has a story to tell around here."