Country Girl, City Boy.
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny
Quistis Trepe is an aspiring writer and journalist who loves the calm life of the country. Seifer Almasy is a bartender and co-owner of the most popular club in his city who can't live without the up-beat life of the city. When a publishing company takes Quistis away from the country for a while, will she find true love in her complete opposite? AU Quistis/Seifer
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Quistis, Seifer, Rinoa, or anyone else I might use. SquareSoft does.
A/N: My first attempt at a serious fic. Sorry if there is any grammar or spelling errors, I'm using Word and it doesn't always pick up mistakes. Please be nice and review!
Chapter 1.
Quistis tapped her pencil on a blank notebook she had propped up on her knee as she looked around the large hotel room. She had on light blue capris and a white tank top, her blonde hair in two buns. She was sitting on a small couch in the living room part of the room. In a corner across from her was a black TV, turned off. Next to it was a desk sitting against the wall with several of the hotel notebooks scattered across it and a phone. Next to her was a glass coffee table, a cup of tea and a pile of papers sitting on it. She eyed the phone that sat on the desk. It took a moment for her to make up her mind to put down the notebook and rush over to the phone, sitting in the chair by it.
"Hewo?" A young voice came on the other line.
"Renée? Could you go get your mom for me?"
"Ok!" There was a pause. "Hoo is this?"
"It's Quisty." Quistis replied, feeling funny using her childhood nickname.
"Quisty! I'll go get mommy!" A clatter was heard as the young girl set the phone down. There was silence for a little bit before the sound of the phone being picked up was heard.
"Hiya! How's the city?"
"Rin, I can't take it anymore. I haven't come up with anything for the short story I'm supposed to show the publishing company! I'm going home."
"But Quitsy...you have to stay! This is the biggest thing that has happened to you! You are a great writer and they'll love your work!"
"I can't concentrate with all this noise!"
"You're sounding too up-tight. Go to one of the clubs there! I heard there's this great one downtown there called SubZero. Hey, maybe you'll even find a cute guy." Rinoa said with a giggle.
"Maybe you're right..." Quistis said as she sighed. "I'll go there tonight."
"Good! See, you're going to have lots of fun there! ...What do you want Renée?" There was a pause. "Sorry Quitsy, I have to go. Renée wants me to feed the baby chocobo we found yesterday."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Give lots of love to Renée for me."
"I will. Good-bye!" A click was heard on the other line and Quistis set the phone back onto the receiver. She sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down with the notepad. Taking a sip of her tea, she opened her blue Apple laptop, going to a search engine and looking up SubZero. She scrolled down the page until she found an online review by the local newspaper about the club.
SubZero: Officially the best club in New York.
It was a chilly day in New York as I walked down the streets of Downtown New York. It was a busy night and I came to a large line of people waiting by a semi-large building with a blue neon sign blinking 'SubZero'. I took my place in line, other groups following behind me. It wasn't long after that I was at the front of the club, flashing my I.D to get inside. I walked inside, loud music reaching my ears.
"What would you like?" A voice yelled over the music as I sat down at the bar. The person the voice belonged to be Seifer Almasy's, bartender and co- owner of SubZero. I smiled and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and he immediately began to mix the drink.
As I waited for my drink, I glanced around the club. In the middle was a large dance floor, four speakers larger than me in the four corners. There were stairs by the door that led upstairs where people mingled around with their drinks. Multicolored lights filled the room, music going strong.
"Here you go." I turned around in my seat and took the drink, not forgetting to yell a 'Thank you'. He smiled and turned to other customers. Quietly sipping my drink, I already knew that this was officially the best club in New York.
-Terra Branford
She finished the article and looked up directions for the club. Copying them down on her notepad, she shut off her laptop and got up, picking up her purse. She walked out of the room, locking the door behind her and walking to the elevator. She pressed the arrow pointing down, and soon there was a ding and the elevator door opened. She walked in, the door closing behind her. There was another ding as the elevator descended.
"I wouldn't even care if you were the PRESIDENT! I'm not getting you a room! We're booked for weeks. I'm sorry sir." Quistis quickly walked past the small squabble between the hotel checker and a man. She walked down to the parking lot and got into her silver rental Volkswagon Beetle, sticking the keys into the ignition and driving downtown for some sightseeing.
~*~
Quistis walked briskly down the semi-crowded streets of Downtown New York, holding directions to SubZero in her right hand. She had on a white tank top and a long read leather jacket and denim jeans since it was colder than earlier that day. She finally found the club and stood in line, bringing her jacket closer to her for warmth.
"I.D please," A gruff voice came from the large man by the entrance to the club. Quistis nodded and quickly looked through her bag for her I.D card. She found it and quickly showed it to the man. He nodded and she stuffed it back inside, walking into the club.
The club was just as it was described in the newspaper article. Next to her was stairs leading to the top level where tables and seats were and people mingling around with their drinks. Across the room was the bar. In the middle was a large dance floor with four huge speakers in the corners. Against the north wall was a semi-large empty stage. Quistis glanced around for a little, mesmerized by the multicolored flashing lights and loud music. She walked over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the small stools.
"What would you like for the night?" A voice came behind her and she turned around in her seat. It was a man that looked to be her age. He had sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. In his right hand was a silver drink mixer and his left arm was rested on the counter.
"I'll have a cosmopolitan, please." Quistis replied quietly and he nodded, turning around to make the drink. She turned around in her seat again, looking at the large group on the dance floor.
Ugh, this isn't as fun as Rinoa said it would be. It would probably be more fun if someone I knew was here…or maybe it's just the way I am… She sighed and rested her elbow on the counter, placing her head in her hand. How am I supposed to get inspiration here? It's just a bunch of loud music and dancing…Maybe I should just go back to…
"Here ya go." The man's voice interrupted her thoughts and she turned around again, taking the drink. She sipped it quietly, unaware of the man's stare.
"Is something bothering you?" She set her drink down and placed her elbows on the counter, placing her head on her fists.
"I can't stand this music and stuff…I'm never going to get any inspiration for the short story I have to present to the publishing company a week from today. I just need to go back home and dream about being a great writer…" She said with a sigh, a little surprised at how much she told to the stranger.
"Can't stand the music? Never heard anyone who didn't like music. Where are you from?"
"Mt. Pleasant, Ohio. A small town where everyone knows your name…" She replied, remembering all her friends back home. Rinoa, Selphie, Renée, her family, everyone.
"Oh, so your from the country. No wonder." He said and looked around the bar. Another bartender was taking the people's orders, bustling around behind the counter.
"Are you from here?"
"Yup. Born, raised, and will die here in the city. I love this place and could never think of leaving it." There was a small silence between them as Quistis picked up her drink and sipped at it some more.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Seifer Almasy. Bartender and co-owner of this bar." He said, breaking the silence as he stuck his hand out.
"Quistis Trepe. Aspiring writer and journalist." She smiled and placed her hand in his as they shook, releasing hands as they began to talk some more.
A/N: So, what did you think? Should I continue? Does it suck monkey butt? I will accept anything that will help make this fic better! And, if anyone was wondering, Mt. Pleasant, Ohio is a real place, I've been there before and it's a nice little town.
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny
Quistis Trepe is an aspiring writer and journalist who loves the calm life of the country. Seifer Almasy is a bartender and co-owner of the most popular club in his city who can't live without the up-beat life of the city. When a publishing company takes Quistis away from the country for a while, will she find true love in her complete opposite? AU Quistis/Seifer
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Quistis, Seifer, Rinoa, or anyone else I might use. SquareSoft does.
A/N: My first attempt at a serious fic. Sorry if there is any grammar or spelling errors, I'm using Word and it doesn't always pick up mistakes. Please be nice and review!
Chapter 1.
Quistis tapped her pencil on a blank notebook she had propped up on her knee as she looked around the large hotel room. She had on light blue capris and a white tank top, her blonde hair in two buns. She was sitting on a small couch in the living room part of the room. In a corner across from her was a black TV, turned off. Next to it was a desk sitting against the wall with several of the hotel notebooks scattered across it and a phone. Next to her was a glass coffee table, a cup of tea and a pile of papers sitting on it. She eyed the phone that sat on the desk. It took a moment for her to make up her mind to put down the notebook and rush over to the phone, sitting in the chair by it.
"Hewo?" A young voice came on the other line.
"Renée? Could you go get your mom for me?"
"Ok!" There was a pause. "Hoo is this?"
"It's Quisty." Quistis replied, feeling funny using her childhood nickname.
"Quisty! I'll go get mommy!" A clatter was heard as the young girl set the phone down. There was silence for a little bit before the sound of the phone being picked up was heard.
"Hiya! How's the city?"
"Rin, I can't take it anymore. I haven't come up with anything for the short story I'm supposed to show the publishing company! I'm going home."
"But Quitsy...you have to stay! This is the biggest thing that has happened to you! You are a great writer and they'll love your work!"
"I can't concentrate with all this noise!"
"You're sounding too up-tight. Go to one of the clubs there! I heard there's this great one downtown there called SubZero. Hey, maybe you'll even find a cute guy." Rinoa said with a giggle.
"Maybe you're right..." Quistis said as she sighed. "I'll go there tonight."
"Good! See, you're going to have lots of fun there! ...What do you want Renée?" There was a pause. "Sorry Quitsy, I have to go. Renée wants me to feed the baby chocobo we found yesterday."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later. Give lots of love to Renée for me."
"I will. Good-bye!" A click was heard on the other line and Quistis set the phone back onto the receiver. She sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down with the notepad. Taking a sip of her tea, she opened her blue Apple laptop, going to a search engine and looking up SubZero. She scrolled down the page until she found an online review by the local newspaper about the club.
SubZero: Officially the best club in New York.
It was a chilly day in New York as I walked down the streets of Downtown New York. It was a busy night and I came to a large line of people waiting by a semi-large building with a blue neon sign blinking 'SubZero'. I took my place in line, other groups following behind me. It wasn't long after that I was at the front of the club, flashing my I.D to get inside. I walked inside, loud music reaching my ears.
"What would you like?" A voice yelled over the music as I sat down at the bar. The person the voice belonged to be Seifer Almasy's, bartender and co- owner of SubZero. I smiled and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and he immediately began to mix the drink.
As I waited for my drink, I glanced around the club. In the middle was a large dance floor, four speakers larger than me in the four corners. There were stairs by the door that led upstairs where people mingled around with their drinks. Multicolored lights filled the room, music going strong.
"Here you go." I turned around in my seat and took the drink, not forgetting to yell a 'Thank you'. He smiled and turned to other customers. Quietly sipping my drink, I already knew that this was officially the best club in New York.
-Terra Branford
She finished the article and looked up directions for the club. Copying them down on her notepad, she shut off her laptop and got up, picking up her purse. She walked out of the room, locking the door behind her and walking to the elevator. She pressed the arrow pointing down, and soon there was a ding and the elevator door opened. She walked in, the door closing behind her. There was another ding as the elevator descended.
"I wouldn't even care if you were the PRESIDENT! I'm not getting you a room! We're booked for weeks. I'm sorry sir." Quistis quickly walked past the small squabble between the hotel checker and a man. She walked down to the parking lot and got into her silver rental Volkswagon Beetle, sticking the keys into the ignition and driving downtown for some sightseeing.
~*~
Quistis walked briskly down the semi-crowded streets of Downtown New York, holding directions to SubZero in her right hand. She had on a white tank top and a long read leather jacket and denim jeans since it was colder than earlier that day. She finally found the club and stood in line, bringing her jacket closer to her for warmth.
"I.D please," A gruff voice came from the large man by the entrance to the club. Quistis nodded and quickly looked through her bag for her I.D card. She found it and quickly showed it to the man. He nodded and she stuffed it back inside, walking into the club.
The club was just as it was described in the newspaper article. Next to her was stairs leading to the top level where tables and seats were and people mingling around with their drinks. Across the room was the bar. In the middle was a large dance floor with four huge speakers in the corners. Against the north wall was a semi-large empty stage. Quistis glanced around for a little, mesmerized by the multicolored flashing lights and loud music. She walked over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the small stools.
"What would you like for the night?" A voice came behind her and she turned around in her seat. It was a man that looked to be her age. He had sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. In his right hand was a silver drink mixer and his left arm was rested on the counter.
"I'll have a cosmopolitan, please." Quistis replied quietly and he nodded, turning around to make the drink. She turned around in her seat again, looking at the large group on the dance floor.
Ugh, this isn't as fun as Rinoa said it would be. It would probably be more fun if someone I knew was here…or maybe it's just the way I am… She sighed and rested her elbow on the counter, placing her head in her hand. How am I supposed to get inspiration here? It's just a bunch of loud music and dancing…Maybe I should just go back to…
"Here ya go." The man's voice interrupted her thoughts and she turned around again, taking the drink. She sipped it quietly, unaware of the man's stare.
"Is something bothering you?" She set her drink down and placed her elbows on the counter, placing her head on her fists.
"I can't stand this music and stuff…I'm never going to get any inspiration for the short story I have to present to the publishing company a week from today. I just need to go back home and dream about being a great writer…" She said with a sigh, a little surprised at how much she told to the stranger.
"Can't stand the music? Never heard anyone who didn't like music. Where are you from?"
"Mt. Pleasant, Ohio. A small town where everyone knows your name…" She replied, remembering all her friends back home. Rinoa, Selphie, Renée, her family, everyone.
"Oh, so your from the country. No wonder." He said and looked around the bar. Another bartender was taking the people's orders, bustling around behind the counter.
"Are you from here?"
"Yup. Born, raised, and will die here in the city. I love this place and could never think of leaving it." There was a small silence between them as Quistis picked up her drink and sipped at it some more.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Seifer Almasy. Bartender and co-owner of this bar." He said, breaking the silence as he stuck his hand out.
"Quistis Trepe. Aspiring writer and journalist." She smiled and placed her hand in his as they shook, releasing hands as they began to talk some more.
A/N: So, what did you think? Should I continue? Does it suck monkey butt? I will accept anything that will help make this fic better! And, if anyone was wondering, Mt. Pleasant, Ohio is a real place, I've been there before and it's a nice little town.