I need a drink....

[Tseng]

Tseng, the leader of the turks, was not one for small talk with his co-workers. they seemed to annoy him. but most of all the one to annoy him was Reno, the slacker red head of the turks. Good thing Rude usually kept him in line or else Tseng would flip a lid.

"hurry home Freya...hurry home..." he muttered as he shoved his hands into his pockets before walking up to the doors of the bar. Every bar he went to people gave him that very distinct 'Go to hell' look.

Lots of people hated ShinRa workers, and thay had a great reason to. ShinRa did steal a lot of the earth's resources, then sell it back to the people for twice it's worth. Tseng hated how Rufus worked, but it was a job, a good paying one at that, so he wasn't complaining.....too much.

Sitting down on the barstool he sighed as he thought about what to drink.

[Reno]

So far, the day went to plan. It was rather easy, if he said so himself, as he pretty breezed through the working day. So well, he thought he very well deserved to unwind. Only for a short while, he promised himself. Besides there wasn't like he had that much to do when he got home. And Rude wasn't here to eye him like he should be working instead of...

Pft! Reno never slacked. Well, the red-haired Turk seemed to think so. So, he could do whatever he wanted. Which suited the young man very well indeed. Smirking to himself, he headed over to the nearest bar. The doors opened before him after he pushed himself inside, without a care in the world. Quite naturally.

The work day was over, for him anyway. It was at the back of his mind, as the Turk was more content in trying to relax. Despite the day not being all that bad. But harm would come of one small drink? Hopefully, none. His happy mood was still etched on his face as he walked inside, looking ever the professional in his black suit. Despite maybe the coffee stain on his shirt. That thank god wasn't all that noticeable. Not that he cared too much about stains anyway.

Taking a seat, his eyes grew wide when he noticed who was sat not all that far away from him. The smirk grew wider, elbows resting on the bar counter, ordering himself scotch. Turning back to his workmate, so called leader, he tried to keep a straight face. He wasn’t all that happy to see him, but at least it showed that he wasn’t all that boring.

“Hey! Look who it is! So you do have a life?” he chuckled lightly. “Did not see that one coming” he grinned, just as he took a gulp of his drink.

[freya]

In the past, Freya was an Experiment of Hojo's long before Sephiroth was born. But now days, Freya worked for ShinRa. At First the only reason she joined the ranks of being a Turk was to get closer to Rufus and destroy his rich little punk ass. Sure it wasn't his fault that those things happened, but he was still just as mean and stubborn as those before him.

No one else aside from Tseng and maybe Rufus knew of the jenova cells flowing through her body or her horrid past. Walking into the bar she saw a certain red head take his seat next to Tseng, their leader.

Freya wore a Normal turk attire today. Walking up behind them she kept up her cool, collected attitude up, her long flowing silver hair falling over her shoulders, some strands fell in front of her shinny green eyes.

Standing behind them both she grinned lightly before speaking, "hello there boys....out for a drink I see?" chuckling a bit she leaned on the bar table, "I've got all of my work done for the day sir....though i bet Reno isn't" she chuckled again before stepping behind Tseng, wrapping her arms around him from over his shoulders.

Kissing him on the neck she smiled, "Do i deserve a drink dear?" she asked.