The redheaded Turk leaned forward on the bar, smirking at the female bartender behind the counter. His tall glass of beer was half-empty, having been refilled many times earlier that night. Needless to say, he was inebriated.
With slurred speech, he called to the busty brunette. "Tifa, get me another drink." He picked up his glass and waved it playfully, expectantly.
She walked closer to him and looked flatly into his now-glossy eyes. "Reno, you've had enough for tonight. You're not done drinking that one, anyway." She motioned to his glass.
A frown crossed the man's face. "C'mon, just a little more? Then you and I can go upstairs..." He gave her a drunken wink, unsuccessful in his attempt to appear seductive.
Tifa scowled. "Pervert. I'm not doing anything with you like that." It took all of her restraint to stop herself from hitting him in the head.
"What?!" His face was incredulous. "You're turning down a hot stud like me?"
Her arms crossed as she spoke. "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man in Midgar." Abruptly, she snatched the drink from his hand and emptied the contents into a sink.
With a scowl, Reno got up from the barstool to stand up. He wobbled slightly. "Up yours, baby," he slurred, making his way to the exit door, his sole middle finger pointed indignantly in the air. The door to the bar slammed as Tifa let out a sigh.
She'd lost her only customer.