Reno slammed down a shot. Rude sipped at his own shot, nursing it with a brooding expression. Elena gulped hers; this day had been frustrating and tiring.
Not only had they failed to detain their suspect long enough to extract answers, their suspect's angry girlfriend had rushed out of a dingy apartment and nearly brained Rude.
It was, as they realized, difficult to go about their Turk business when half of the neighborhood was alerted to the presence of "scary gangster mob men."
Elena sighed and blew a wisp of fine hair away from her eyes. Reno ordered a glass of whiskey. The stuff was stunning; Elena preferred milder concoctions. She finished her drink in silence, her heavy lids sinking downwards.
"Hi!" a cheery, imperturbable voice sounded right behind and above Rude's head. Groan. Yuffie.
"Didn't know that you all were lounging around here, of all places! Tifa let you in, I guess! Hey—have you seen my new materia? It's sparkly and deep blue-green, well, not really green, as in, pure green, but it has green highlights, and slight aqua hints in the sunlight, but it's too dark in the bar so you'd have to hold it up to the light once you found it...(much talking and gesticulating with a new dialect of sign language)...Barret's got himself overalls...(a shriek as she tripped over her feet)...(more chatter)...And hey, yo, as Mr. Ponytail would say, wa-hey? What's that? Yo, Tifa! You said I could eat the batter!...(sounds of batter dripping)...so are you all in on it?"
The exhausted Turks looked at her through half-lidded eyes. "Erm, no," Reno drawled. Yuffie pulled him out of the chair, babbling about Vincent's long hair and scissors...
Tseng and the other crept out of the bar after sliding some coins onto the counter towards Tifa. Reno half stood, half hung in Yuffie's grip as she dragged him out the back door.
"You and Vinnie Buddy have a lot in common—y'all don't comb yer hair much or get it trimmed. How on earth does it get so wavy and pretty?"
Groan, again. Yuffie. Turks have more important matters about them than that of combing their heads, yo.