I own nothing.

"Can't sleep?"

The voice that had often invaded my thoughts for the last month or two did so again. The street light poured in through the cracks in the shades, giving the empty bar at least some light. I slowly spun my head around to see Zack sitting on one of the bar stools, a dark silhouette that blocked some of the light from hitting the bar. A ghost of a smile found its way onto my face.

"No, can you?"

He tilted his head a tiny bit and I thought that he was smiling. "Not a wink."

I turned around and felt back and forth for a pair of clean glasses. "Want a drink?" I offered.

"Aha, cheating your way into sleeping, huh? I'd try a glass of hot milk first." Came the amused and slightly smug reply. I took that as a no, and just took down a recently opened bottle of vodka down off of the shelf. Keeping a hand on the counter so as to not trip over myself, I made my way around to the front of the bar to join Zack. I pulled out the stool on his right and took a seat.

We were seated so close to each other that our elbows touched, and a comfortable silence spread between us.

"Why can't you sleep?" He decided to question eventually.

I shrugged, my grip on the bottle tightening and loosening. "Me and Cloud," I began, turning my head away slightly. "We had a fight. I'm just still a little worked up, I guess."

"What'd you fight about?" He continued.

I snorted quietly, my head bobbing a little. "Nothing important, really. I was just kind of in a bad mood, I guess." I admitted.

He chuckled, his shoulders shaking. "You two are hopeless," He decided.

I looked up at his face, only half of it concealed by the shadows as he turned to look back at me. Why did those eyes always seem to glow so brightly? A shadow of a dimple appeared on his cheek as he smiled at me. It really was a beautiful thing, that smile, and very contagious. I found myself smiling back.

"Tifa," His voice invaded my head once more.

"Yeah?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but," His eyes shone with either mischief or discomfort. Maybe a little bit of both. "Why are you in my bubble space?"

Thank you, Zack, for pointing out that I had leaned in, or up I guess, until our arms were squished together and my face was just a little bit too close to his. I quickly jerked myself away, embarrassed, and almost fell off of my bar stool. Laughing, Zack grabbed my elbow just in time and sat me back upright, steadying my stool in the process. His grip was light and warm. He kept laughing, making sure to keep his voice down, as I fixed my hair in a desperate attempt to hide my brick red face.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Geez Tif, one day you're going to really get yourself in a scrap." He teased me with a wink and a slight nudge in the arm before getting up. Stretching, he yawned. "Man, I'm beat. I think that I might be able to get some shut-eye now. 'Night Tif, see you in the morning." And with another one of those contagious smiles he turned his back and left, his boots making a muted 'thud' with each step that he took up the stairs.

I watched him go silently.

He had no clue about what he had been talking about. I was already getting myself in a mess.

I could tell as I watched him climb the stairs.

I'm staring a Fack drabble series for 2 reason: 1) when I get bored and have writer's block, they're my favorite couple to cure it ;) and 2) because there isn't enough Fack in the universe! XD

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