"I'm not offended. It only requires a renewed and more vigorous effort on my part," he said, his tone gamely. It wasn't as if he had come out today and sat on a trolley expecting that this was going to be the result. And being taken home after a tryst? That's what friendship was built on sometimes. "Excellence? I'm no soldier or anything, but I like to beat standards so excellence it will be."

His whole hand finally just went up under Cid's shirt and armour, digging his blunt nails in. He was finished off his third and reaching for a fourth from the box. Of course, with his hands full, he had to twist the cap off with his palm and fumbled the metal on the bridge with a combination of the thunder and his own growing intoxication.

"Oh shit, she sounds friendly," he remarked as he took a swig from the newest bottle. He finally had the good sense to offer it to Cid as if they were at the point of sharing again. "Please don't ask me to make a mad dash to a side entrance if she's mad at you bringing a fling home. I'm rapidly losing my ability to run."