-1'Just one game?'
'No, Reno.'
'Aw come on, why not?!'
'Cloud will be here any minute.'
'Rude! Cloud would play with me, yo!'
'No he wouldn't.'
'Would.'
'You're acting like a child.'
'Am not. Besides, I bet you'd play it with Tifa.'
'Reno…'
'Not only would you play poker with her, I bet you'd play strip poker with her, yo.'
'Reno, you're three seconds away from flying out of that window.'
'You fancy Tifa.'
'Just remember who has to carry your ass back to that mangy apartment of yours on a Thursday night, Red.'
'Elena, please keep out of this. I was only that drunk the once, yo.'
'Sure thing, Red.'
'She has a point, Reno.'
'Rude, just one game, yo!'
'Cloud's coming now anyway.'
'Dude - I still can't believe you fancy Tifa.'
'Reno, I do not fancy-'
'Hey Cloud.'
'Ready to go? Why the blushing, Rude?'
'He's just a little flushed.'
'C'mon then; there's a bike for each of you waiting outside the lobby.'
'Come on, yo. Wouldn't wanna keep Tifa waiting, would we?'
'Right, that's it-'
'Aargh! Cloud! Cloud, yo, he's gonna throw me out the window! Do something!'
'Do I want to know?'
'Elena! Elena!!'
'Rude, how many times? If the rest of us have to restrain from throwing his irritating arse out the window, so do you. Oh, hey Cloud.'
'Morning Elena. Come on Rude; let's get going.'
'Dude - I just got this suit, yo! Look what you did - it's all creased.'
'When are you ever not creased, yo?'
'Shut up Elena.'
'Leaving.'
'Ow! Rude; your ass ain't that big, yo, there's no need to - uh… Rude…? Rude… AARGH!'
…
'You do realise he'll be lying in a heap in the entrance hall?'
'…'
'And that he's going to be whining about what pain he's in for the next four hours.'
'…'
'And that as soon as we get back to 7th Heaven he's going to drink himself unconscious?'
'… Yeah… but it was worth throwing his red ass down four flights of stairs.'
'No doubt about it.'