Oh, please, the Turks tipped well and the only trouble they caused was all in good fun. There were worse things. Like them on the job. If the Gold Saucer employees were lucky, they'd never see that part of them.

She stepped back and grinned the adamantaimai landed right by the cactuar. The flower prong was a little further away, but totally within reach of the claw--if positioned carefully. It was true that she wasn't as good at this sort of thing as Reno (he had more practice) but she was pretty damn good. She thought her chances were more than fifty-fifty.

"You sure you don't want to change your mind about buying my drinks?" she asked.