"You weren't actually," Seifer replied, pleasantly enough. The actual actress might as well have been, however. He wasn't exactly going to tell her that, at least not until he got a little further into the bottle.
"Oh, that was me," Seifer nodded, hiding his mouth behind his glass as he downed a good portion of it, the ice clanking against the edge melodically. He nodded at her responses, figuring that was how it was going to go, then grimaced at her own choices. "Ugh, you're a bitch." He said it with a mixture of disgust and affection, but thought on it. "Marry Kadowaki, just because....other choices." The other two made him pause, and he actually looked across the room at Leonhart as if that would help. "Fuck it. Cliff Leonhart, he'd probably survive anyway. Dincht's got the nicer ass and I don't think there'd be much of a fight to see who'd be on top." He scoffed. "Plus then he'd implode from the fanfiction writers rejoicing. So really, two birds, one stone."
Made sense enough for him. He took another drink, then followed up. "Would you rather get stuck in an elevator with Tilmitt for six hours, or spend an hour locked in a room with ten Trepies. The ten most fanatic ones."