Reno indeed went through his drinks faster. One turned into three, three into seven, seven into a silly Reno. A mostly drunk, slightly slurred Reno. By the time he'd finished his seventh, Reno was sprawled out on the floor. Whilst he was sat up, his long legs were splayed out, his unkempt appearance was perhaps a little nearer to dishevelled and he still managed to keep quite a level head.

Rolling the empty bottle to meet the other six, Reno ruffled his hair, nudging his goggles off place. "Another dead SOLDIER. And good riddance, you mako-enhance jackass," he muttered, stretching a little. "Say, Rude, you still got that crush on... aw, damn, what's her name...? Tina... Tila... uhh..." he made a hand gesture over his chest, "y'know, chick with the boobs... oh, Tifa!"