A/N; Prompt from Texts From Last Night-Just had a drunken guest at my hotel threaten to "throw a fuckin fireball at my face"

Fun Killers
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Genesis gets drunk, Sephiroth and Angeal come to his rescue
Genre: Humor
Pairing: None
Setting: Crisis Core-ish
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble-y

Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.


Genesis stood up, the inn moved around him, not even taking note of the near drunken state of the red-head. They had seen one too many drunks in their lives, he would be no different. Usually Genesis wasn't one for getting drunk, for going around puking his guts out, but for unknown reasons—even to himself—he picked up that damn bottle. Just one turned into okay, this is the last one. He sighed, pulling out his copy of Loveless, for a moment before he began to read it to the general public; he wondered how he got on top of the table. Even drunks need a podium, he shrugged it off.

The first reading through, they ignored him, the second; they were slightly amused by him. The third and the fourth slowly turned them against him, and by the fifth they looked ready to knock him off the table. He doubted he'd be able to stand once he got down, so he thanked his ranking as SOLDIER First Class to sway any violence against him. It wasn't guaranteed but it would at least give him another reading.

"Would you get off that table and shut up?" The inn keeper stared up at him, concerned for business more than his safety. "Now?"

"I'd rather not," Genesis slurred, before returning to Loveless.

"Wasn't an option," He glanced down at the inn keeper, slightly smiling at the gun in their hand.

"I'll throw a fucking fireball in your face," Genesis growled, noticing a certain silver-haired friend enter the inn. "Damn, party's over."

"Genesis?" Sephiroth grinned, clearly amused by his state.

"The hell do you want? Fun killer…"

Sephiroth stared up at him; Genesis hid himself behind Loveless, silently. When he glanced back, Sephiroth was still standing there, determination, the downfall to being SOLDIER. He glared, just as determined, to stay on the table until he fell off, or at least finished the drink in his hand.

"I'm not opposed to a fireball to your face either…"

"I'm well aware, off the table Genesis."

"Make me," Wrong words to say while drunk, Genesis noted as he fell backwards. Sephiroth stared down at him, offering a hand. "Cheater."

He took the help offered; only because he wasn't partial to sleeping on the inn floor, Sephiroth shook his head. Genesis clung to Sephiroth, not that he showed any signs of letting Genesis go, he still wasn't a fan of being drunk on the floor, curled up next to Loveless. Minus the drunk on the floor part, he thought, he was usually like that anyway.

"Bed time for Genesis?" Angeal's voice asked, sealing Genesis's fate by deciding to help Sephiroth.

"I hate you, both of ya," Genesis would have pointed at the two, had he not been busy using them as crutches. "Fun killers!"