The room is largish, with a handful of tables between the bar itself and the door. The room has a somewhat dimly lit atmosphere. A slight haze of floating smoke makes seeing further than a few tables away with accuracy difficult.

At the back, the bar is thick, with faux-gold edged, light and lacquered wood. There's a couple of taps protruding from the bar on pipes, a spout for several sorts of beer, each on one of the handful of pipes. Behind the bar, there are wide glass cases, shelves and shelves of assorted bottles, some square, others short and curved, but each is filled with its own colored liquid.

(OOC: The Turks Theme brought to you by Sephiroth's Music Mansion)

The almost decreptic old man smiled widely, proudly, while whipeing down the light lacquered wood bar tops, the gold sparkling in his old eyes. Dotreri tilted his head upward towards the Shin-Ra Symbol that was the mantle peice over the bar. He was proud of this too, because he knew, even if the history books did not, that some of his work shaped Shin-Ra into what it is today; He was proud indeed.

Alyssia walked into the bar and sighed slightly. A week with no work was an incredibly boring week indeed. In fact, this was the fifth time this week she had come down to the slums to find some way to deal with the boredom. The past four times had been rather unsuccessful. As she walked through the room, she waved to a few people she knew, then stepped over to the bar and gave another sigh.

"God...! I'm so bored...!"

"Hey young lady. I've seen you before right? " Dotreri spoke without turning his head to her and looked back down to his counter tops. "Yeah I think I might know 'ya." Feigning ignorance in the guise of a forgetful old man. Infact, dispite Dotreri being retired from the turks he always tried to get news of it's members, new and old.

Alyssia looked over at the old man and laughed softly. "Faker." She hopped up and sat on the counter, kicking her legs slightly. "Of course you know me, old man... You weren't one of my superiors for nothing." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "So how're things going down here?"

"Oh, I guess it would be too much to ask for some ID then?" He said with a wide grin finaly looking up to the young lady. "You want an Junon Reactor? I think I'm finaly done fine tunning it." Dotreri throws together a hard drink, a recpie that he has been working on almost his entire life, without waiting for Alyssia to give an answer. "I think I maximized it''s flavor well with the hardness of the drink, becareful not to drink it like juice."

Junon Reactor: An alcoholic beverage that if flavorful, almost like a sweet juice, but is strong enough to fire the Junon Cannon, Or claims Dotreri. But because of the sweetness factor the strength of the drink is fairly hidden.

Alyssia pulled her ID out of her pocket and dropped it on the bar counter beside her. "There. Happy? ...And I get my own reactor! Cool!" She laughed softly and smiled at Dotreri. "So you finally got that recipe down? You've been working on that damn thing since long before I joined up, and that was about 5 years ago." She had heard a lot from some of the other Turks about the drink the old man had spent forever working on and had tried some when she had been offered. It had just about knocked her on her ass the first couple of times, being so strong, but she had gotten used to it after a while.

The old man smiled ignoring the fact that she had shown him an ID. "If your a Turk, I don't really care how old you are.", he said with a warm laugh. "Well, when it comes to drinking." he was quick to add. Dotreri spun around with a fairly large silver cup planting the Junon Reactor infront of Alyssia.

"Yeah, yeah, your getting your own. Though I didn't realized this would be the first cup you would call your own. For the speical ocasion, it's on the house." Dotreri smiled again and leaned forward on the bar.

Alyssia laughed and nodded slightly, putting the ID back in her pocket. "You never care when it comes to that." She hopped off the counter and sat on one of the stools in front when Dotreri came over with the drink. She briefly wondered if it would kill her like the first time she had tried it, but then smiled brightly at the old man as he set the silver cup down in front of her. "Ya~ay! Free drink! Can't complain there!" She picked up the cup and looked at its contents for a second, then brought it to her lips and downed the thing.

"So, anyways", he broke off and lokking the other way. "When you came in you said you were bored, Veld and Tseng not keeping everyone busy enough?" He asked with a slight grin and turned to tend to another customer.

"So?" He asked agian as he tilted his head back to her.

"I haven't had anything to do for the past week..." Alyssia shook her head and set the cup back down on the counter. "There really isn't a whole lot to do around here now that the war's been over. Kinda sucks." She sighed again and runs her finger along the rim of the cup. "And it sucks that they won't let me leave the city yet to help out on some of the missions. But I guess they want me here in case something comes up."

"In case something happens?" The old man echoed. "I wonder what that would be." He said with his brow krinked slightly. "I haven't heard anything odd going on so..." He let his words drag into the air while shruging his shoulders. "Then again I wouldn't mind something going on, I may be old but a man never forgets what he loves to do." He smiled a bit, but then wiped it away. "Besides if you left the city, I would be kinda bored."

"I have no idea. But with some of the problems we're still having with Wutai and the little rebellion groups that are starting to pop up now and again, I'm sure something's bound to happen." Alyssia giggled slightly and rubbed her hands together. "I can't wait!" She smiled at Dotreri. "Aww...! You'd miss me if I was gone! That's so sweet..." She laughed again and tucked her bangs behind her ears.

The old man smiled slightly and nodded, though ignoring the sweet part. "Rebels huh? What do they think they can do, blow up one of our new reactors?" The old man laughed softly as he started to wash a glass for himself. "It's a shame though, if they wern't going to shoot us I would seel them a weapon or two like the old days."

Alyssia shrugged slightly. "I have no idea really. I do remember Veld mentioning an attempted attack on the President while he was in Junon for a meeting..." She trailed off for a moment, thinking. "...I think it was about a month ago. It was stopped before it even had a chance to happen and the attacker was killed." She sighed softly and lightly drummed her fingers on the bar counter. "But the rebels are starting to get serious, so we can't really take them lightly."

The old mans eyes shoot wide and was about to yell out, she went on to say that he was killed. "Well his death is kinda good to hear." He said claiming down a bit. "Though if we would have caputured him we might of gotten some information from him." His words trailed off as if he was talking to himself more than Alyssia.

"There aiming high." He said at last with a sigh. "And do we have any information?"

Alyssia nodded slightly. "Yeah, it would've been nice to have gotten the guy alive, but things don't always work out the way we'd like." She slipped a ribbon out of a pocket and started braiding her ponytail. "The info we have is pretty sketchy. We still don't know what group the attacker belonged to." She finished and tied it off with the ribbon, tossing the braid back over her shoulder. "But there's word going around that a group trying to get a foothold somewhere down here in the slums. I haven't seen anything yet though..."

"Foot hold in the slums." He echoed any trace of a smile fading away at once. 'I shouldn't of retired.' he kept telling himself, but he knew even if he didn't nothing would be diffrent, the 9mm Glocks twitching in the holsters on his hips, hidden under his the 'wings' of his suit jacket; Placed for easy and instint out of the holster and off the hip action. "I hope your going to tell me we have agents combing the land for information."

"Well, duh!" Alyssia rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. "You think that after an incident like what happened in Junon, we'd just let any group go for it? Of course we're looking into it. I've been bugging Tseng to let me in on the fun too." At about that time, her cell phone started ringing. She sighed and pulled it out, but grinned after looking at who was calling. "Yes, sir? ...Not a problem. I can start on it right away. ...I hope I'm getting a partner. You know I hate working alone." She sighed slightly. "...Alright. I can wait... ...Alright, I'll give you a call when I find out anything." She closed the top of the cell phone, then turned and grinned at Dotreri.

"Guess what I get to work on?!"

"Oh, you work?" He said feigning being stunned then broke away with a smile. "So what are you doing then?" He said sudendly serious raising one of his gray fluffy eyebrows. He didn't know what to truly think, though he had an idea of what could be going on now.

"Hey! Man, do you always have to pick on me...?" Alyssia pouted slightly, but then laughed as she put her cell phone back in her jacket pocket. "Anyways... Tseng just called and he wants me to help try to root out the rebel group making itself at home down here. The only problem is I won't be getting a partner for a couple of days."

Dotreri had a feeling that she was going to ask him to come alone, but shurrged the thought away if or until she actualy did. He started to think about the slums for a long moment, and long "Hmm" escaping his mouth. When he though about it die hard rebles might want to risk it in sector 04, noone would think to look there because of all the monster danage. But he dimissed it because it would also mean the reble would be on edge at all hours of the day. "So onward to sector 02 then 03?" He asked with a sly and curled lip.

Alyssia thought for a moment. Dotreri was probably right about that. Only the absolutely crazy would have an HQ in Sector 04. While some place in there would probably make a great hideout, no one in their right mind would live there willingly unless they really had something to hide. Well, the rebels did have something to hide, but she was pretty sure they had some common sense. She nodded in agreement with the old man. "Yeah. Though I hate going into Sector 02. I feel bad for the chocobos in the Fighting Pit..." She stood up and gave him a wave. "I'll let you know if I need any help, okay?" She then turned and walked out of the bar.

"Yes, I'll be expecting you call." He said with another laugh and almost right away turned and pulled out some Whiskey for himself. It was a cool burn that brought a smile to his face. He nodded to Alyssia again drinking some more whiskey, he knew she would be fine he had more than a little oar t in her training after all. Even before she was gone he patted the other bartender to take all orders, "I'll be in my office." he said.


EDIT: The old man went into his office where he sat filinf information about his payment records as well as signing cecks to pay his ever growing pile of bills. "They never stop comming, do then?" He spoke aloud with a half cocked smile.

Alyssia walked into the bar and went straight to the counter, looking around. She gave an annoyed sigh when she realized Dotreri wasn't out and waved the current bartender over. "Go get Dotreri for me. I need to talk to him."

She sat down on a stool and was bouncing a bit in her seat, a bit anxious and also trying to wear off the excess adrenaline after having a run-in with a guy she almost swore was a monster. 'I need a drink... I need a drink... Come on, come on, come on...'

Dotreri didn't smile at all while is was working through his bills, like one could smile when paying a mountain of bills. And when he heard a knock on his door hes frowning face turned slightly hard and ridged.

"I thought I said to leave me be!?" His vocie not so much as a yell but vary harsh.

Thought the door the bartender spoke softly. "Sorry sir, but a Turk is asking for you."

Turk? Dotreri asked himself contorting his old dark face into a soft pit of confusion; But realized who it might be. "Ah." He said aloud The old man pushed up his glasses slightly on his face as he rose from his fine oak desk and headed for the door.

Walking out his office he noticed that the other bartender had already walked away, prehaps it was the wiser thing to do rather then face any possible wrath of Dotreri. More of a mental wrath that anything else. Of course this brought a slight bit of curvature to the old mans fine lips.

When he reached the actual bar he saw her and his thoughts had been comfirmed, Alyssia. What other Turks have come in and ever asked to talk to him while he was busy, well recently anyway. The old man started to smile a bit but then it faded away as he approched her. She was shaken, badly at that.

"Whats wrong?" He asked more intregied than concerned.

(OOC - sorry for the delay. ^^;;)

Alyssia jumped slightly when Dotreri spoke, not really having expecting him so soon. 'Whoa! Already? I haven't even had much of a chance to calm down...!' "Oh, uh, hi!" She was speaking faster than she normally did. 'I have a whole lot of explaining to do... Where should I start...?'

"You ever have one of those moments where you swear your life kinda flashed before your eyes? I just had one of those... er, two... Something!" She threw her hands up slightly. "...And they aren't cool."

"Well, well, if you had an experiance like that you must of found something... Well, interesting." He ended with a cool smile. A few things played out into his mind, mainly of the possibly of the what kind of rebels she might of found. "In any case, let me get you something to claim your nerves." The old man walked behind the bar and started to prepare his house drink, 'the Juno Reactor'

Alyssia nodded slightly with a smile. "Thanks..." She stretched a little and rest her elbows on the countertop. "I guess you could say I found something interesting. And it had nothing to do with rebels, oddly enough. But it was wicked cool!" She paused for a moment. "...for the most part..."

*Faust managed to escape from the MP's chasing him after a while. He found himself outside the bar and decided if he were to die soon, he would at least have a good drink. He walked behind the bar and gave himself a really good pat down to get as much of the dirt off as possible.

*Afterwards he walked in and immediately realized he walked right into what might turn into his grave. At the bar were 2 turks having a conversation. Faust decided to sit at the barstool closest to the door and the farthest from the turks as possible. He ordered a shot of something strong. Very strong."

Dotreiri frowned while making the drink, the juno reactor. Nothing to do with Rebles? thought to himself. Then what else made a home in the city he helped build; His city. The line of thinking made the tan skinned old man worry more than a little bit. He heard the door open, but ignored it for the most part letting out a greeting without turning around.

"So tell me, what did you find?" He said at last in a much quiter voice and handing over the made Juno Reactor. He finaly looked over at the red head that came into his bar and shooed the bartender to get his order.

Alyssia took the drink Dotreri offered and downed it, setting the glass down on the counter. "Well, I decided to take your advice and I headed over to Sector 02. ...I hate that place, can we blow it up?" She grinned at Dotreri for a moment, then sighed softly. "Anyways... While I was doing my 'information gathering' there, I saw a kid. In Sector 02. There was a kid in Sector 02. Couldn't have been more than like 12, 13... Next thing I know, he goes into that one place that run by that sleazeball-- Wait, all the places there are run by sleazeballs, but that's not the point..." The combination of being given strong alcohol and having been freaked out caused Aly to just run on while giving an explanation. Her added-on thoughts of what had happened did make her stories rather interesting.

"...I totally forgot what that place was called, and I really don't care... Anyways, I go in there to help the kid. He was obviously new to the city and totally lost. And really damn scared when he realized that was not a nice place to be in. I tried to get the kid out and the jerk that ran the place wasn't gonna let us leave and sent these two dudes to try and beat me up. And this other guy that I guess had been trying to help the kid showed up and he got the kid out. Then we totally kicked ass!" She raised her fist into the air, then immediately cringed and held her side. "...And I forgot I got a mace to my side. That hurt... But I kicked that guy in the crotch, so it was all good." Aly said that with a bright grin, still holding her injured side.

"So after we beat up those two morons in the whorehouse place, me and the guy get out of there and we start looking for the kid. He split off to go to Sector 03, and I came back here. I think the kid did go to Sector 03 because I haven't seen him around here at all... But anyways, while I was searching, I ran into this really big, really tall monster-looking dude. He was really damn scary! I mean, he could've crushed me just by putting his hand on me! But he didn't, thank god... He was apparently sent out to find the kid for the sleazeball. I chewed him out for chasing off the kid, so he asked me if I could give him a description of what he looked like because he was never told. But since I couldn't really remember, I just threw out some random things and sent him off on a wild goose chase." Aly ended her story with a nod, obviously very proud of what she had done.

It appeared that the 2 turks either didn't know about him or just didn't care. Either way Faust lucked out. He let a sigh of relief out and slammed the shot down. Unless something really unlucky happens, no one would think twice about his blue uniform and big sword. Then again swords in Wutai are a lot smaller than the huge swords in Midgar.

It felt good to be able to relax again. Although, he still was getting this feeling like something wasn't right.

Dotreri was hanging onto everyword letting out an 'hmm', 'uh huh' and nodded his head. That is until he heard the words, 'monster-looking dude'. Before that he was thinking that some backround checks were in order of the 'friend' she had made during her little adventure, but this?

When the young lady finished speaking the old man cuped his chin in his right hand and thought deeply for a few moments. "Monsters" He whispered softly, and letting the word hand thickly into the air. "Hmm".If the old man new something he wasen't letting it on but then he comfirmed where he stood with his next line. "What do you mean monster?"

Alyssia blinked a couple times when Dotreri asked her about monsters, then realized what he meant. "Oh, nonono. Not a real monster." She kinda waved her hands a bit. "I'm talking a really buff dude that's like twice as tall as I am." She hopped off her bar stool and looked up, then pointed at the ceiling. "His head would be hitting the ceiling if he could even fit through the door..." She sat back down on the stool, thinking about how well she handled that whole situation, until a little thought struck her. '...Now that I think about it... My description kinda sounded like Zane...'

"...uh-oh..." But before she could even get any further with that, her cell rang. She sighed and pulled it out of her pocket, answering it. "Hello? ...Yeah, this is her." She rolled her eyes slightly at that. 'Who's phone do they think this is?' "...Yeah, I'm still in Sector 01. ...Uh-huh... Wait, what...?" She blinked slightly. "An escaped what? That doesn't make any-- Oh, okay... And I take it you want me to find him? Yeah, okay. When do I get my partner? ...You know I'm not gonna stop bugging you about it until I get one. Alright, alright! I'm on it! Bye!" She hung up with a sigh. "On top of finding that rebel group, I gotta find some fake SOLDIER that escaped from ShinRa. I don't get paid enough..." 'Finding rebels, finding an escaped SOLDIER... There was something-- Oh yeah, Zane!' She hopped up from her stool and gave Dotreri a quick wave. "Gotta go! Bye!" And she bolted out the door without another word, not even noticing that the SOLDIER she was supposed to be looking for was sitting in the bar.

Faust was uneasy about being in the bar with the 2 turks as is, but he nearly had a heart attack when the woman's PHS started to ring. It all that he could to keep his cool after she announced she had to find a fake SOLDIER.

He ordered one last shot, gulped it, paid, and proceded to get the fack outta there.

Dotreri thgought deeply about what he had heard ignoring the SOLDIER altogether and when he left the bar with haste Dotreri also jumped to his feet, his destination his office. It's the place he normaly goes to think and mostly and obvousily work, only when he's really deep in thought is when he forgets his surroundings.

When the old man got to his office he eyes landed on the bills all about the it making the desk look as though it's covers in show that has been under the tire of a care and peed on.* Sitting down seemed to be a chore with his mind suddendly shifting back to the bils for a second.

Dotreri smiled slightly as slid back in this nice leather chair and opened the vary center desk drawer. Inside a few scraps of paper that were that slid back. And witht he slick of a hidden button the bottom of the drawer showing of the technology inside the warm wooden desk with. The inside of this desk a small factory that constintly made 9mm bullets so there is alway ammo for the old man. Also in this drawer sits Dotreri's second 9mm pistol.

He loaded the slick black magazine with one peice of hot steel after the other, each with it's own solft click to let it known that it was in place. Smoothly the magazine slids into the base of the pistol, dotreri pulling back the slide placeing that first bullet into place. The old man suddenly stood up and took of his suit jacket placing it on the back of the chair. Out of another drawer he picked a twin should holster on the right side one for Dotreri's second pitol on the left side a place for a milarty issued combat knife that wis already in place. The old man took it out for a second making sure it still held it shine and edge then quickly putting back in place and placed the gun into it on his right brest.

The old man quickly threw on his his black suit coat that hide all three of the old mans weapons.His first pistol being on a hip holster that he normaly carries at all time as well with three clips on a holster next to that. He loaded up a few more clips and placed them on his belt on his left and his back for a total of ten clips plus the two that are already loaded.

The old man pushed his dark half-moon spectacles a little further up his nose and pulled out a long slim cigarette. Out of his pocket flashed a match that quickly came up to it's end, a long intake of air and the smoke drifted around the old man. The old man smiled, though slightly and walked back out to the bar. He spotted the second bartender. "I'm going out for a while, keep up the bar." Without another word or without listening to what ever the bartender had to say he walked out of the Dark Suits.


*That's the print on the paper and the few peices of yellow bill paper. :P