She snorted briefly. Leave it to Seifer to say that they should make a plan and then say that he had no plans. Fu covered her face with her free hand, then just nudged him with her elbow. Whatever. "Drink. Raijin. Who the fuck knows." she corrected. Raijin had to be a part of their plans.
She was familiar with the game, entirely too familiar. They had played it oh so many times here at Garden on saturday nights, or in that year after... well, just after. It wasn't the game that caused the confused look on her face and the pewter brows drawing together. He so rarely got to see Fu boggled though. "Movie?"