*~Disclaimer:~*

This story was inspired by a friend of mine, who actually did something like this in her house. I won't tell you how the wooden floor turned out, but it was enough to influence this story. Add Cloud, most likely clueless to anything cleaning, and Tifa, who probably works the bar until it's spotless. Yep. You have this story.

Don't think about it too hard. Just sit back and enjoy. And to anyone who guesses the actual cleaning product, modeled after Promise, I'll give you a cookie.

Spray and Mop

Cloud Strife was lounging on his bed, reading this month's 'Sword and Slayer,' when he heard his name repeatedly being called.

"Cloud! Cloud! Cloud, dammit!"

He sighed and folded his current page, then pushed himself off the mattress and trudged over to the doorway.

"What is it, Tifa?"

Tifa Lockhart, in all her Saturday morning cleaning glory, bolted up the stairs and glared at her fellow comrade. In her hand was an aerosol spritz bottle of Promise Spray-and-Mop.

"Honestly, Cloud," she started, "do you have any brains in that spiky blonde head of yours?" Seeing the unresponsive look, she impatiently continued with her questioning. "Did you dust the bar counter?"

"Tifa, why are you-"

"Did you dust the bar counter?"

Cloud leaned against the wooden doorpost nonchalantly. "Yeahhh…"

"With this?"

The swordsman clicked his tongue a few times before responding a, "Mmhmm."

Tifa, the look on her face not softening, shook her head and glanced at the item she was holding. "You can't dust with this, Cloud."

Cloud immediately took the aerosol container in his hand, shook the liquid contents, and turned the plastic nozzle a few times. He frowned slightly before responding, "But…" Pause. "It's Promise…"

"Promise SPRAY and MOP!" shrieked the irritated brunette. She snatched the cleansing fluid from his hand and pointed to the label. "See? Spray-AND-Mop. And look! There's even a picture of a person mopping a floor! If you ruined my wooden counter, Cloud, I swear I'll make you work the bar for a year!"

Tifa then abruptly turned and descended the stairs, shoved the misfit bottle into a cabinet, and once again resumed her housework.

Cloud stood silently and scratched his head, thinking of how not to make his situation worse. He grinned slightly before he shouted,

"At least everything will smell minty fresh!"