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Tseng smiled thinly as he watched the surprisingly large group gathered in one of Shin-Ra's ballrooms, he'd never realized quite how many people considered him family whether they were actually related or not. There was a smattering of brothers and sisters along with their kids, people he couldn't remember seeing but were somehow actually related to him and had come to congratulate him. Turks were there, of course, new ones who were just beginning to learn how to tie their ties and old ones who'd retired before his time.

He'd given a speech; speaking of loyalty and camaraderie, that they'd only need to call and he'd put his tie back on and be out the door for them. Once a Turk, always a Turk and he'd never abandon them or the tiny group of relatives he'd recently been informed of still having.

He knew he should talk to them, approach them and say something but he didn't know a thing about any of them these days. Family had been the company for nearly twenty years now, and while blood was thicker than water he'd shed an awful lot of it alongside the Turks.

It was awkward.

[OOC: Tseng's dreaming of his retirement party, and there's newly discovered family in attendance.]

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This was one of the many family members he hadn't exactly been looking forward to, there was definitely something of an awkward history between them and he wasn't counting the fact that he'd basically betrayed Wutai durning the war.

"Only if you promise to remind y--" He stopped, swallowed, "Our father that I have no intention of attempting to claim anything. I was shuffled off to a temple when I was old enough to walk because my mother wasn't-" He stopped again and just shook his head. Godo may have donated genetic material to him but Veld had been the one to be his father.

"Sorry, it's not your fault. What do you want to drink?"

In a way, Yuffie is glad to see him be a little off. It was different, considering Tseng was usually so collected and calm about most things. Professional fit him to a T, and to know he was part of her family, born to Godo no less, made her want to have chuckle fits.

Now wasn't the time - she was definitely going to take advantage of this alcohol offer. No telling how long it would last.

"Whatever's available I'm not picky," she declares, even though the truth is she doesn't know enough about drinks to be picky.

"Besides, I'm sure Godo's just happy to have a kid who isn't a total circus. At least he knows it isn't his DNA that made me the kickass ninja I am today."

She was still leery of the Turks in general, but she wasn't going to show it. Wutai wasn't fully recovered, and there was no telling if it would ever recover. It was something she still held close to her, that resentment to the whole of Shinra for what happened.

Tseng would always rather deal with everyone else's problems than his own personal ones; personal things got messy and simply shooting everyone and being done with it wasn't an option if things went bad.

"He should be more worried about you running off and joining a group of strange people who enjoy running all over the planet on wild chases and dragging you along to fight WEAPONs. We have that in common." He sighed, leading the way towards the bar. A drink sounded wonderful, and might help with the impending migrane.

He didn't have any loyalty to Wutai anymore, but he didn't hate it either. He'd long since come to terms with what his leaving had meant, but he still felt he'd made the right decision at the time. It would have been a lot worse without someone who could explain some of the theology and sacred parts of the culture.

"How drunk are you allowed to be?"

"He just wants to marry me off to the first doofus with a big wallet," she whines a bit saying this, but she knows that if push came to shove she could certainly push Godo out of her way as she left Wutai in a full on sprint.

"Besides, fighting WEAPONs and running around with a terrorist group made things more fun! At least we didn't have to wear a uniform." Because clearly her tank top / short shorts combo works such wonders for her rail thin form.

Yuffie is surprisingly obedient following him to the bar, her excitement over the chance to get drunk overcoming all other things in her mind. She wouldn't let herself overdo it, of course. Even if she is a bit wild, she isn't a total ass. So hanging upside down from any available chandeliers is out for now.

"I can have a couple of drinks and still be functionally drunk!" This is a proud declaration on her part - she'd been sneaking alcohol since she was very young, and had a small tolerance to it. Considering the alcohol she could get a hold of when she was young was anything homemade and disgusting, she could probably tolerate drinking pure acid at this point.

"Rufus is single." Tseng quipped, veiling a smile behind a cough.

"A terrorist group that was originally run by the daughter of a Turk, your AVALANCHE wasn't the original." He added casually, getting two drinks. He wasn't terribly sure what it was exactly, but Turks were highly trained professionals in the art of holding liquor. He'd once drunk a SOLDIER under the table and proceeded to pilot a helicopter less than an hour later. That hadn't been the time he crashed in Icicle though.

"Don't try to keep up with any of the Turks, you'll end up on the floor." He warned, handing her hers.

His Rufus comment was met with a wrinkled nose from Yuffie. She wasn't even going to acknowledge that one, for fear of her father hearing it and actually getting the idea in his head.

Wouldn't that be something?

"Yeah yeah, Turks do things better than everyone else. From creating terrorist groups to drinking," she took her glass and downed a gulp of it. It was a little tart, but she wasn't going to make a face like she really wanted to.

Yuffie considered his statement a challenge, and gave Tseng look. One that clearly stated her intentions - to try to out drink him. Instead of saying so out loud, she tipped back her glass and drank the rest of it, grinning at Tseng once she was finished.

"Look at that I'm all done."

"Elfe wasn't a Turk." He corrected, "And she didn't remember her father."

He shook his head as she downed the drink, he wasn't going to race anyone today. He'd leave that to the rest of them.

"Did you even taste it properly?" He asked, sipping at his own.

"Details details," Yuffie hand-waved his facts away. "I'm going to get another drink."

And she does - she was a little surprised that they handed it to her so readily, but she doesn't complain. Taking the glass, she sipped it slower than before.

"And yes, I could taste it properly. I'm used to to the stuff that will eat your stomach lining, so this is kinda like fruit juice to me." She peered at him over her glass. "Say, do you ever get drunk anyway?"

Tseng's mouth quirked in a ghost of a grin, "I'm a Turk." He answered simply, taking a long sip of his drink. It was often all the answer anything ever needed and had often become a standard reply to a question better left unanswered.

He scowled, a question of his own rising in his mind. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer, and it probably didn't really matter either but he felt like he needed to know.

"Has Godo mentioned why he's suddenly decided to claim me again?"

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