paixaorpg | Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest

Character(s): Tifa Lockhart, anybody else.
Content: The grand opening of Seventh Heaven!
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Daytime, week 17.
Warnings: None.

[ooc: This will be treated like a party thread; patrons may feel free to make their own thread and the employees may tag accordingly. Time skips and all that don't really matter, etc etc etc. Just have fun with it :) Tee hee. If anything, consider this a free pass at giving somebody an excuse to pass the next activity check.]

There, all set! Tifa did what she could with the place in such a relatively short amount of time and an excessively short amount of manpower, but it looked presentable and she posted on the message board for everyone to see. Couldn't be that hard, could it? A slightly uncomfortable expression on her face was present for a moment, but first and foremost today she was a businesswoman; she would smile and greet her patrons, and get to know everyone as well as she possibly could.

With that, she put on the OPEN sign on display and awaited for her customers.

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He had been cooped up inside for too long. Usually he would wander the city, no particular destination in mind. It was an activity to keep him moving, nothing more. But the ad on the journal system caught his attention, and a change of pace didn't sound so bad.

Auron entered the restaurant and immediately headed for a table in one of the corners, back to the wall. As he sat he took off his sunglasses--more of a hinderance in the dim lighting than anything else--and waited for someone to come by. A drink didn't sound that bad.

Meg glanced up from tallying her orders. Tall, old and brooding? No problem. In fact, she could tell from a glance that this guy would be her favorite customer of the day: quiet, uninterested and hopefully, to the point.

"Hey," she greeted him as she approached, placing down a menu while flipping open her notebook to a fresh page. "What can I get for you?"

Auron glanced up as the waitress approached. Not a citizen. Looked as though this place was completely "visitor-owned." He would have considered the dress odd if it weren't for the variety of clothing he had seen in this place already.

Doubtful this place would have any Spiran nog. None of the other places here had it, which wasn't very surprising. He recalled one of the drinks he had had at the bar in town. "Scotch," he decided. "What's the price?"

Price? That was a very good question, actually. How did the economy work with those stupid fake flowers and leaves? Was 20 berries the equal worth to a leaf? 10 leaves to a flower? Meg blinked and glanced around for Tifa and, finding she was occupied with someone at the bar, decided to wing it.

"Uh, five...leaves?" she guessed, glancing back at Auron with what she hoped was a confident smile.

Leaves. There was a short "Hn," from the guardian as he reached into his coat and pulled out a pouch. He opened it and put a few gil coins on the table. If it was a visitor-owned place, he imagined they'd probably want something more substantial, and he didn't feel like being asked for money afterward. Maybe he would use the leaves on his next trip. "Will this do?"

While Meg had never seen gil before, the form of coins was something very familiar and comforting. Finally, someone in this place had a decent concept of money. Of course, now she looked like an idiot. Clearing her throat, she quickly picked up the money and flashed the man a slight smile.

"...yeah, this will be fine. I'll be back with your drink."

She turned and headed to the bar, giving Tifa the drink order. It wasn't long before Meg returned, placing the alcohol down on the table.

Auron nodded and, as Meg left, he took off the large collar around his neck, setting it off to the side. He looked up when Meg returned, only to give another silent nod before looking back out at the rest of the restaurant to watch the other patrons.

Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest | OPEN

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