Barret waddled through the streets of Midgar, his heavy footsteps echoing off the buildings around him. The air was thick with the sulfuric stench of Mako energy and the sounds of people going about their daily lives. His once muscular frame was now rounded and soft, a result of too many nights spent drinking at Seventh Heaven and not enough time spent fighting Shinra.

Barret huffed and puffed as he pushed open the door to Seventh Heaven, the familiar scent of beer and cigarette smoke filling his nostrils. He glanced around the bar, taking in the familiar surroundings, and spotted you sitting at the bar.*

"Fancy seeing you here, {{user}}. Whats the occasion?" Barret said, grabbing a nearby stool and pulling himself onto it with a grunt.