Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or any of it's characters. I do however, own Aubrey and this plot (if you'd call it a plot).
Anyway, on with the story.
Behind the Mask
Work was rough on Aubrey Rutherford that day. She had dealt with five or six ungrateful costumers and now some idiot was making a terrible racket in the bar. Her boss, Tifa, looked absolutely pissed as the once heated argument escalated into an all out fist fight.
"Oh, great!" Aubrey groaned.
"It's the third time this night!" Tifa yelled.
"You should have hired me as a bouncer, not a bartender." Aubrey joked.
Tifa laughed. "You wouldn't be able to throw anyone out if you wanted to."
Aubrey laughed with her. Tifa was right about her psychical abilities. She was awful when it came to fighting and probably couldn't handle a bad situation to save her life. She had been rescued by Tifa and her friends countless times. She couldn't count how many times she'd heard Cid say 'You owe me one', but she was glad he had been there for her.
She quickly snapped out of her thoughts when a broken bottle flew her way. She managed to duck behind the bar, but not without getting her shoulder cut up a bit.
"Ow! Dammit!" She hissed.
"Aubrey! Are you okay?"
She looked up to see Tifa hovering over her, a worried look etched into her features.
"Yeah. I'll be fine." She tilted her head to the side. "Who threw that?"
"The same jerk that was hassling you earlier."
"That blond idiot?"
"Yep. Don't worry, I'll throw him out."
"Thanks Tifa."
"No problem."
Tifa kicked the guy out, along with his buddies but not before beating the hell out of them first. After this spat she declared the bar closed and cleared everyone out for the night. Aubrey was just about to do dishes when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"What happened?" A female voice asked.
"Oh, hey Yuffie." Aubrey answered. "Some idiot threw a bottle at me."
"That jerk! I'll kill him!" Yuffie yelled.
"Don't worry about it. Tifa already got him."
Yuffie just shook her head and pulled Aubrey to a chair, forcing her to sit down.
"Stay here. I'm going to go borrow some bandages." She ordered.
"Borrow?" Before Aubrey could ask Yuffie what she meant by 'borrowing' she was already up the stairs. She merely sighed and waited for her thieving friend.
Soon after she was all bandaged and clean the small bartender decided that it'd be a good idea to get home.
"You gonna be okay by yourself?" Tifa asked.
"Yeah. I'll manage." Aubrey smiled, then left soon after.
Walking down the streets slowly she made her way to the small apartment she shared with her brother, Lorne. They'd moved out together after their parents had finally had enough of their 'shenanigans'. It was for the best anyway.