Her laughter, soft like wind-chimes fills the empty bar. For one night –just one night, she can strip her heart of its heavy armour. She can spill her secrets… The secrets hidden beneath pinball machines, the smell of gunpowder and smoke, the anxiety that numbs her body… All of that is washed away with every sip of her drink. Newfound courage allows him an honest glimpse of her, the real her –with her myriad of worries and all. And never once does he flinch, never once does he stop listening to her song of thoughts. Even when everything is blurred by the alcohol lingering upon her lips, she knows he’s listening. And she knows deep down, somewhere in his heart he cares for this old friend.
And that’s all a girl needs, a friend who will listen, especially if said friend has known her for all her life. It is all but one-sided, for the moment the armour falls from her, she sees his hard exterior crack, too. She sees the curling of his lips, and a soft hum to agree with some sentiment she spills. Even when her senses are not at their peak, her mind can always find him even if he is ever so subtle.
Despite the silliness exchanged, Tifa is grateful for this unique encounter. They are on the brink of war, yet in this moment beneath this metal sky, two familiar souls can share a drink and laugh –even if she’s doing most of the laughing. Their situation is an ode to life, solid proof that around every cloud is a silver lining, or, given her current vision… there are two silver linings–
“ Yeah… two Clouds are wayy too much. Barret’ll have’ta pay double. N he won’t want that~ ” She hiccups, not entirely registering that her hand is still warmly resting on his. When she finally realises however, the brunette pulls her own away and rests her palm upon cold wood.
“ No no I’m fine. ” She waves her other hand dismissively. She’s a stubborn girl, and no amount of tequila will change that. With a quiet groan, the brunette pushes against the table and finds her feet on solid ground.
“ ‘Kay, leave these here I’ll clean them ‘morrow. Need to turn of the lights, n’ lock up though. ” She speaks with a slow, uneven tone whilst raising one finger in the air as if to remind herself of her duties.
As the sun sets, its rising is already promised to the land, to the green shoots who wait in faith. Beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon, the night takes the reins and burns away the drabness of the day.
He gives a nod and withdraws his hand in response. It was fun while it lasted. And tomorrow is time to get back to work. Everything seems to come to an end sooner or later. Time flies fast and before he knows it, he has more tasks to do and much more to bear. But he could only give that a frown and carry on without a complaint. It’s his style.
“Good enough for me.” He jests about the double pay. “It also means I can take more breaks if the other me is willing to take turns.” That would’ve been great but he could only dream of that. But he’s not tired yet and will carry the weight on his back as long as his will power can handle it.
He gets up from his seat and performs a stretch. There’s a small buzz in his head and his brows furrow. It’s only for a moment but as soon as his gaze meets the glass on the table, he assumes it’s because of the drink. It isn’t, however, the first time this has happened. His hallucinations are getting progressively more frequent. The problem with the hallucinations is their unpredictability. They are always the same thing showing up at a random time of the day. He almost slaughtered a person, mistaking him for his archenemy. If this keeps going, he could do more damage without realising.
He braces himself for them to come but tonight he is spared and the buzzing stops almost immediately after it begins. It’s probably the alcohol then.
“Alright. Think you can lock the entrance without staggering?” he queries in a teasing manner.
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