A/N: Sorry for the out of character-ness, and how short it is...
I may write a few more of these to go with with this one, so, it may
not be this short... and I'll end it better... Gentle with
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Music played loudly in the 7th Heaven as Vincent's friends danced with each other, all either full out drunk or almost to that point. While all this happened, Vincent leaned against the wall near the counter, where Tifa, the only other person besides him that hadn't touched any sake, beer, or alcohol of any sort, was polishing wine glasses and mugs. 'They've forgotten that its my birthday, but I guess its okay. I'm not that important anyway.' Vincent thought, trying to keep his face as emotionless as possible. It hurt him to see everyone else enjoying themselves and celebrating, without even seeming to notice what and who they were celebrating. 'I hate my birthday... no, make that my life...' Sighing, he watched a drunk Cid and an equally drunk Barret dance with each other, singing along to whatever song was playing. "Vincent, are you okay?" Tifa called from behind the counter. Vincent turned around to face her fully, instead of the side view she had of him before. "You seemed kinda... more upset than usual. Something up?" 'Damn, I failed at showing no emotion again!' Vincent cursed himself mentally. 'Why can't I just be like a statue with my facial expressions?!'
"..."
"Vincent, come here." Reluctantly, he obeyed, going up to the bar counter and resting his elbows on the polished wood surface. "Did anyone wish you happy birthday yet?"
"..." A gentle sigh.
"Didn't think so. Well, happy birthday Vincent!" Tifa leaned over the counter, giving the tall, crimson-clad man a hug, and a quick peck on cheek. Vincent tensed up at the contact, but soon let his arms come around Tifa's body, pulling her as close to himself as the counter would allow, one hand resting on her head, his claw wrapped around the small of her back. Tifa, much to Vincent's surprise, leapt over the counter and snuggled closer to him.
"...Tifa?..."
"Hm?"
"Honour me to a dance?"
Tifa smiled, giving Vincent a little squeeze, and replied happily, "Of course, Vinny."