To all my faithful readers...Gomenesai! My computer didn't have anything to actually, you know, type on for ages. And when it finally did, I had...writer's...block...yeah, anyways, I have started working on Ch.9 of The Past, but it's coming out very slowly. So, to hopefully get back into the swing of things, I wrote this little oneshot thing that was created by the randomness that is my mind. Enjoy!
It was a quiet, peaceful night in Rocket Town...well, everywhere except within a one block radius of the town's bar, but that was to be expected, especially since the Captain, Cid Highwind, was there, enjoying a few beers. The only thing different about to night, really, was that a certain quiet, somber, and quite good-looking gothic person was enjoying a few beers with the Captain.
Vincent was smiling behind his cloak as Cid, on a random(and no doubt a slightly drunken) impulse, started to tell the most random stories, mainly about the idiocy of his crew members on the Shera. Loud and boisterous, as always, Cid had started to make wild gestures with his hands, nearly taking out a couple patrons at one point when he started flapping his arms.
Grabbing the blonde pilot by the arm, the still smiling gunman took him into a corner booth, then went and grabbed a couple more beers for them. On his way back, he saw something that shocked him, something that appaled him, something that...well, you get the point. Anyways, he dropped one of the beers, the brown glass shattering as the alcohol foamed as he watched the horrid display: There was a drunk woman hitting on Cid.
Now, it was well known by now that Vincent and Cid were an 'item.' The raven-haired gunman had always dealt with women who didn't know (better) about them, his calm and composed manner always getting him through the ordeal. However, the author would like to remind the readers that he's been knocking back beers with Cid, ergo, he's quite intoxicated.
After resisting the urge to chuck the remaining beer bottle at the girl, he glided(yes, it's Vincent, ergo, he totally glides instead of walks, he's that graceful and awesome) towards the booth, sitting across from the gorgeous hunk of man he called his own, and the trampy slut.
Getting a good look at her now, he rolled his eyes. Bleached hair, fake boobs, annoying laugh, drunk off her ass...oh, yeah, this was going to be fun...
"Oh, Cid, you're so funny!"
Vincent's eye twitched.
"And you're so muscular and strong!"
More twitching.
"I'm sure you and I could have some fun in my room at the inn..."
Okay, bitch was pushing her luck. She had grabbed the pilot's arm and started to drag him out of his seat and make him stand(awkwardly). Vincent himself stood up, only to hear eight words that sealed the girl's fate.
"So, are you as...big...as you seem?"
Five bangs echoed in the bar, causing everyone to look in that direction, and a couple to duck and cover as well.
The slut stared wide-eyed at Vincent, whose gun was drawn, as five bullet holes seemed to vaguely outline her body in the wall behind her.
Casually walking up to the Captain, Vincent stared at the girl as he holstered the gun and grabbed Cid. Cid gasped, not expecting the grab. Vincent started moving his hand, causing the pilot to moan slightly. The gunman said only one word. "Mine."
Then, the two left the bar, leaving the girl dumbstruck, as Cid practically dragged Vincent in the general direction of their home.
Where they completely had hot drunken, noisy monkey sex, while Shera took pictures. Yeah, Vincent gets possessive when drunk...at least, I think he would...