Title: Night at the Bar

Dedicated to all those Valenwind fans and mainly D3OPH3ST for inspirin' this.

Setting: Pick one. Really, I don't care.

Pairings: CidXVincent ...What were ya expectin'?

Disclaimer: Okay, let's think this through, would I be writin' this if I owned it? No.

Warnings: This's always so much fun... Let's see: drinkin', light flirtin', some (barely any) pawin', swearin' hmm, an' just 'bout anythin' else; an' this's just if I decide not to put up another chapter!

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Cid grinned happily as he pushed his reluctant drinking partner into the barstool next to the one he was planning on occupying. "So glad ya decided ta come fer a drink, Vince," Cid said, as he looked over at the brunette.

"Chief, you practically dragged me here," Vincent muttered as he looked around the dark bar.

"Well, ya haven't left yet, so ya must wanna stay."

"Well, I believe that someone must get you home safely."

Cid snorted, "Bartender! Two shots of tequila an' keep 'em comin'!"

"Make that one," Vincet said, noticing how Cid pouted at him. "...I'll have a scotch on the rocks."

"Now yer talkin', babe!"

"Tifa is not going to like it if we return to 'the Highwind' completely-"

"Aww, c'mon Vince, how often do ya actually get plastered?"

"Well..."

"Exactly!" Cid said, picking up the shot glass that was placed in front of him. "They can at least give ya a break today," he said before downing the shot and slamming the glass on the table. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff!"

"I am more worried for the group's reaction towards yourself, Captain," Vincent said, softly, taking a small sip of the scotch. "After all, this would not be the first time that you would stumble back, smelling of alcohol and smoke."

"Smoke!" Cid said, as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes from behind his goggles. "Almost forget 'bout them fuckers! Want one, Vince?"

"Cid..." Vincent sighed, just to have one placed before his eyes.

"C'mon, what could it hurt?"

"...When in Rome..." he muttered, accepting the item from the blonde pilot.

"Atta boy!"

Vincent could not help but smile slightly as Cid lit up his own cigarette, glad that the large collar was still blocking his face for the time being.

"So, Vince," Cid mumbled, leaning closely to the brunette after a few more shots of tequila. "Why'd ya say no to th' shots?"

"Chief, you have to understand; everyone either has a bad tequila story, or a great one."

"An' which was yer's?" the blonde asked, downing another shot before leaning even closer to the smoking brunette.

"...Bad."

"How bad?"

"That does not matter. ...Though you might want to ease up on the tequila, Chief, you are already looking a bit...tipsy."

"'M not. 'Nother one, bart'nder! ...Plus, ya ain't even buzzed, Vince. We gotta get ya plenty shit-faced 'fore we get back!"

"So was this the reason that was brought here?"

"Now, let's get ya drunk!"

A hour later, Vincent could honestly say that the edges of his vision were beginning to blur and that he was starting to find walking in a straight line far too difficult. It took him a few tries to put out his cigarette, while the pilot just let his die out in between his fingers before dropping it on the counter. Cid was also in a similar state, the both of them leaning against each other as they sat, drinking and sharing stories.

"Soooo, Vince...wha's yer tequila story, hmm?" Cid asked, grinning sloppily at the gunner.

"'S baaaad," Vincent mumbled, smiling a bit as he took a large sip of scotch.

"Ya tell me 'bout yers...an' I'll tell ya one 'a mine," the blonde offered.

"...Seems fair..."

"'Kay... Go on, Vinnie."

"I was in...the Turks... Got completely...drunk on...a Friday?"

"Wha' happened?"

"Took home a guy," Vincent said, grinning widely as Cid choked on his next drink; a mixer.

"Who wassit?"

"Don' 'member. He was good, though."

"Ya slept with him?!" Cid asked, staring at the slightly blurred image of the gunman.

"Mm hmm. Now, 's yer turn."

"Wait, I wanna hear more 'bout this," Cid muttered, leaning even closer to his teammate.

"What'd ya wanna know?"

"What'd he look like? Had to be good ta catch yer eye."

"Well, he was blonde...smoked a lot, an', he was good, 's all I 'member 'bout him."

"Blonde, huh?" Cid said, smirking as he placed his hand gently on the ex-Turk's thigh. "I'm blonde, ya know?"

"Mmm, I know," Vincent purred before lightly kissing the pilot's cheek, even though he was aiming for the blonde's lips. "But are ya good?" he asked, his voice dropping into a low purr.

"Wanna find out?" Cid aked, grinning widely at the brunette.

"First I gotta hear yer story," Vincent said, grinning.

"...Fine... I was, what, seventeen at the time?"

"I dunno."

"Shush. Now, where was I?"

"Seventeen."

"Yeah. Broke into my Ma's liquor cab'net. Got through quarter of the bottle 'fore some friends came over."

"What happened next?"

"Broke my arm."

"What? How'd ya do that?"

"We jumped offa the roof."

Hearing this, Vincent began to giggle.

"Hey, we thought th' umbrellas would hold!"

Vincent giggled even more before breaking out into a full laugh.

"Ma was pissed, though..."

"I bet!"

"Last call," the bartender said.

"Give us two shots!" Cid said, grinning widely.

"Cid... I shouuldn'..."

"C'mon, Vince, what's th' worse that can happen?"

"...I dunno?"

"An' hey, 'm the only blonde here if ya wanna get all grabby."

"Mmm, true," Vincent purred as two shot were placed before them. They both eagerly downed the shot before slamming their drinks down. "We should get back ta the oth'rs."

"I don' wanna, though," Cid pouted, before dropping a large amount of gil on the counter, not even bothering to count it. "I gotta idea!"

"What?" Vincent asked as the blonde wrapped his arms around the brunette while they walked to the door. The gunner draped one of his arms around the pilot's shoulder as he rest his head against th blonde's.

"Let's get a hotel room. I can 'fford it."

"Tifa might worry," the brunette mumbled as his clawed hand slowly trailed it's way down the blonde's chest, stopping when he grabbed a hold of the man's belt buckle.

"Whatchya doin', Vince?"

"...There's also another reason I don' drink tequila, Chief," Vincent purred once they were standing on the sidewalk.

"Why's 'at?"

Vincent grinned almost darkly, as if he knew something that Cid did not, before suddenly pinning the blonde to the nearest wall. "It makes me horny..."

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The end...maybe...

Review an' let me know what ya thought. Also: should I put up one more chapter: it'll be...well smut ('s kinda what I do).