[ Honestly, at this point in the party, it's hard to look a gift horse in the mouth--even if it comes from the asshole that thought fun and games involved bombs and electric shock therapy in an old rundown church. With a grim sort of look, he pushes his empty glass in Reno's direction and claims the mostly-full one he's offered, clutching it and bringing it to his lips for a long swallow.

Poisoned or not, at least it's cold. Tastes just about the same as everything else. ]

Baby jail party. [ Yeah, that kind of makes him want to laugh. ] Too bad you actually are a criminal. Pretty sure I can't make a plea for your life or whatever when the proof's all there.

[ It's maybe the first time he doesn't feel particularly bothered by Reno pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up; it's maybe also the first time he's ever considered smoking himself. Something about all the liquor makes it feel like the sort of risky business that's right up his thought avenue.

Still: better not to ask. Better to not even engage more than is necessary, so it's back to his (their) glass for another long gulp. ]

...The kids? [ That at least earns an actual laugh, scoffed under his breath. ] What kids? I haven't even...

[ Whoa, too much information there. He immediately shakes his head, but it makes it ache a little. ] No Tifa. She's not here. Haven't seen Rude or anyone from Shinra, except the one that's supposed to be dead.