So, Tifa strolls closer and holds a hand out, palm up, beckoning to Yuffie with her fingers.]
I'm going to need to see some ID.
[Might as well go the tried and true method for barkeeps. Most of the Seventh Heaven customers are regular enough that she doesn't need to, but most of them also don't try and con an underaged drink out of her.]
[There's going to be no winning against Yuffie though, is there? She's persistent, Tifa will give her that. Not that this is any competition. She can be a cool friend, too, but she has to be a responsible proprietress first! And a responsible friend.
Well, there is one way to get her to stop asking. She has a feeling that just because she's said no this time doesn't mean that this will be the end of it, so she rolls her shoulders into a shrug and digs into the cupboards.]
Alright, since you're so insistent on trying...
[She begins to mix a drink, saying no more while she gives it a shake and pours it into a glass, the ice clinking as it hits the sides when she slides it across the polished bar.]
Here you go. On the house.
[As for the drink itself, she made sure to give the girl her strongest drink. That's what Yuffie asked for, right? It's bitter and will likely burn like crazy when it goes down. It's just her hardest rum, straight.]
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[She still isn't buying it.
So, Tifa strolls closer and holds a hand out, palm up, beckoning to Yuffie with her fingers.]
I'm going to need to see some ID.
[Might as well go the tried and true method for barkeeps. Most of the Seventh Heaven customers are regular enough that she doesn't need to, but most of them also don't try and con an underaged drink out of her.]
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Hmmm... I think I left my bag at home today. Sorry?
[She crosses her arms over her chest.]
What's the harm sharing one drink? Nothing! I'm not gonna die, Tifa!
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Well, there is one way to get her to stop asking. She has a feeling that just because she's said no this time doesn't mean that this will be the end of it, so she rolls her shoulders into a shrug and digs into the cupboards.]
Alright, since you're so insistent on trying...
[She begins to mix a drink, saying no more while she gives it a shake and pours it into a glass, the ice clinking as it hits the sides when she slides it across the polished bar.]
Here you go. On the house.
[As for the drink itself, she made sure to give the girl her strongest drink. That's what Yuffie asked for, right? It's bitter and will likely burn like crazy when it goes down. It's just her hardest rum, straight.]
Enjoy!