[Good. Make the bartender choose. She's got a pretty good eye for these things, so she plans on finding one that they'll both enjoy.
Once their things are packed up and their station cleaned and ready for the next, without even thinking about it nor realizing it, Tifa grabs hold of his wrist and pulls him along from behind the counter to join the rest of the patrons on the other side.]
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Once their things are packed up and their station cleaned and ready for the next, without even thinking about it nor realizing it, Tifa grabs hold of his wrist and pulls him along from behind the counter to join the rest of the patrons on the other side.]
So, you like something strong and simple, yeah?