Party Till We Can't No More [Active / very open]

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Character(s): Angeal Hewley, Reno, Auron, ANYBODY!
Content: After a job well done, Angeal organizes a little get-together. With booze.
Setting: The Cheap Prayer, F5.
Time: Night
Warnings: Very, very drunk people, possibly.

For all that had been going on lately, this place was starting to shape up to be pret-ty interesting. Some of his buddies were here, which was a plus, they had the opportunity to blow up one of the labs kidnapping people, and there were plenty of bars around if you wanted to take some time off.

The overhead domes and the creepy metal-obsessed citizens were a little annoying, though. But once that was bypassed, Paixao actually seemed liveable.

Anxious and wanting to get started, Angeal Hewley was a professional at keeping his nerves in check, in keeping that stoic demeanor. It was required on the battlefield, and even here, he couldn't let his guard down. There could still be enemies to deal with, and these people needed someone to look out for them at all times. Most of the time, he was good at that. But not often.

But nevermind that. All that was left now were the guests.

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For a man widely known for being late to things, there were (on occasion) times when Reno shattered all expectations of him by actually managing to be one time. This was one of those times. Parties were serious business after all; parties with booze, even more so.

Admittedly, he had to actually get to the place, but he'd long since scoped out the bars and with the trains, it was only a matter of catching the next out (conveniently enough, he already lived near a train stop). And from there it was only a matter of moments before he ended up at his destination, that all too familiar head of red hair making him almost impossible to miss among the crowds.

Now. Where oh where had Angeal gotten himself off to?

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Even Reno couldn't have been dense enough to not spot the six-foot, burly winged SOLDIER standing right by the entrance, eyeing the small group of people with piercing, glowing blue eyes. The tuft of red hair hadn't gone unnoticed, and the bigger man grinned.

On time, for once? Shocking.

Yanking a dart of the dartboard, the SOLDIER flung it past the Turk's head, the point driving into a nearby wall with a soft 'clunk'.

"Hey. You made it."