It seems my fics get progressively weirder with each thing I write, but I wanted to write about Garnet, but I didn't want to write from her POV. So, I utilized a couple of NPCs that I made up, and though it's a bit strange, it was fun to write from a complete outsider's POV. I take complete responsibility for the Kuja/Beatrix reference, but I won't pay your hospital bills.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the placenames depicted herein; they are the property of Square-Enix, and I am taking to financial gain from this work of fiction.
Good evenin' to you too, bartender.
Yeah, same as always – that's how it turns out, innit? Habits like this 'un are hard to break.
It's pretty quiet tonight, though. What happened to them all?
Theatre performance, you say? What're they doing, Lord Avon again? Should cheer the Queen up a treat; I hear she's a big fan of the man's plays, and she's been crying too much lately. It gets you down to see such a pretty lady tearin' up.
What, you didn't know? O' course, you couldn't have, what with working down here and all, but it's true. She cries a lot, though no one knows why. Pretends no one can hear her too, but those in the know says it's a broken heart.
O' course, it used to happen to us all the time when we were that age, didn't it Geoffrey? The ones that got away were always the best ones, but that's how it goes and after this long, the ache fades with a good dose of booze.
Wouldn't want to recommend that to the Queen – who knows what she'd do? - but Alexander knows she needs it.
Why not?
'Cause the General would hunt me down and make a trophy of my – ing head, that's why, and only a dead man walking crosses the General. A man has to be – ing mad to get that close to the General, what with her temper.
Yeah, I heard it too – but that one was mad, wasn't 'e? Wouldn't trust a man with that much feathers and lace about his person to be sane at any rate. Stands to reason.
Refill? Keep 'em coming, Geoffrey.
Everyone working in the Castle's invited, to the play - now that you mention it, it just springs up in my mind, sorta – but I ain't going.
I never been good at keeping up with them all, and everyone's saying there's high-ups coming from Lindblum. I can't stand high-ups.
The Queen's alright, why do you even ask? She ain't like the rest of them; all they ever did was sit around in they're fancy suits and gabble over a cuppa tea. Leastways our Queen saved the world, is all I'm saying.
Just one more now, Geoffrey, and then I'm off home.
One more, and make this one for the Queen – there's a woman who's had enough of being down, and a drink from your hands could cheer anyone up.