[ Report I ] Hearts and Stars

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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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"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.

[yuffiekisaragi]

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."

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"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.

[yuffiekisaragi]

"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?"

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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?"