Here's to the masses and something to do before college started for the two of us. Whoopwhoop. Hope you enjoy your literary crack!

The exhausted female ninja quietly slept in her messy room in uncomfortable peace until the screeching of an old friend destroyed the silence.

"YUFFIE GET YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF BED. It's freaking six o'clock in the afternoon!" Tifa yelled bursting through the door and nearly tripping on some discarded articles of clothing.

Yuffie promptly squealed in shock and flew off of her bed and crashed landed into the hardwood flooring. The surprise and disgust on Tifa's face was a good indicator that someone was going to be beaten to a pulp. Anything and everything in Yuffie's room was thrown around the room in a violent rage of the past night or morning. How she didn't wake everyone in the household up was a simple miracle.

"What the hell happened?" Tifa growled at the ninja who finally appeared above the other side of the bed.

"Vincent."

"Great." Tifa recalled the other times Vincent had wounded Yuffie's little heart.

"Bad…." Yuffie corrected sniffling a little bit.

"What did he say this time?" She asked as she found a path through the wreckage towards the ninja.

"He had this whole fucking rant about how he wasn't whole or good enough to even give much of a shit about me. Or something along those lines, I really don't remember much. Though I do believe I promptly punched him in the face, and then kneed him in the gut… I think." Yuffie muttered as she started to cry.

To most men, it would have been a garble of words, but Tifa knew how to decipher the wailings of any human being. Tifa sighed, wondering how the hell she was going to fix this problem. If she did, she was going to beat the crap out of Vincent and re-nail him into the box that he emerged from. Then she suddenly remembered something that arrived in their mailbox this morning.

"Hey Yuffie, how about a girl's night out?" Tifa asked patting the crying Yuffie's head.

Yuffie just stared at her with swollen red eyes.

"I have an invitation to a masquerade at one of ShinRa Corps' fancy buildings. It's a so-called celebration of their efforts to becoming a better corporation crap. Free drinks and food all night and then there's a raffle to win various prizes. Elena put a little side note on there and it claimed that one of the prizes was a huge collection of gorgeous jewelry that would even make a princess jealous." Please make her feel better. I don't want to go out and buy a life-time supply of various desserts. Tifa mentally prayed as Yuffie debated about the offer.

"I guess so… But what would I wear?" Yuffie asked.

YES! It's working! Now, just to keep up the streak. "We can go shopping today if you're fine with it. The invitation stated that the theme is Victorian, but we can add little gothic spice to stand out." Tifa smiled at the ninja who finally stopped crying.

"Well… I'll have to get ready before heading out. I'll clean my room later." Yuffie muttered into a chocobo shaped pillow.

"I understand. Get cleaned up while I quickly clean some things and leave a note for Cloud. Okay?" Yuffie nodded as Tifa maneuvered her way out of the battlefield and downstairs. She quickly cleaned and left a little happy note for Cloud to read.

Going out with Yuffie for awhile, please don't worry and don't enter Yuffie's room.

Mr. Pointy caused chaos again; also that invitation to ShinRa is only for me and one other.

Not you.

~ Love T

When Tifa attached the letter to the fridge Yuffie finally appeared with her beloved Mr. Squeak McSqueaken purse looking better than before.

"To the store!" Tifa cheered grabbing Yuffie and walked out of the bar.

The girls had a wonderful time going out and shopping for dresses, shoes and matching accessories. By the end of the shopping mayhem, the depressed Yuffie didn't feel so depressed. The duo exited the last shop on Tifa's mental list and headed back to the household, it was once again empty but two things were different. First, Tifa's note to Cloud was flipped over with a note from Cloud; second, a significant amount of food was missing from the refrigerator.

-Tifa

Understood. Going camping with Cid, Barret and Red XII for awhile.

Bye – C

"Of course, a suspicious camping trip. Oh well, it's not like we're dating anyways." Tifa commented while the note floated down into the trash can. Yuffie was empting the shopping bags upon the largest table she could find.

"We have the run of the house right?" Yuffie asked as she dumped the last bag upon the table.

"Right."

"So… I get this dark blue dress right?"

"Yup, and I'm wearing this royal purple dress. Oh, and this mask is yours and these shoes." Tifa quickly shifted through the pile until it was two very organized piles. Then the longest part of the celebration began, putting on makeup and the new outfits. Two hours passed by, to Yuffie, it felt as if countless hours passed. Then there was honking outside, Yuffie leaned to the side dodging Tifa's arms to see Elena waving out of a rather luxurious limo.

"Elena?" Yuffie questioned.

"Yeah, I called her while you were changing into your dress. A free pickup from here and they'll drive us home, very courteous for ShinRa. Now… I am… finished." Tifa chirped as ended with spraying Yuffie with some perfume.

Yuffie responded with coughing and trying to escape Tifa's range of attack by diving into the limo.

"Hi Elena."

"Hello Yuffie, Tifa. Ready?"

"I guess so." Tifa gracefully entered the limo and closed the door. Off the girls went to the mythical ShinRa Corp. Masquerade party.

Lounging with his feet propped up on his desk, body slumped casually, and head tilted back was one red headed Turk. Reno stared up at the ceiling bored out of his mind. If he was forced to complete anymore paperwork the red head was going to snap. He'd rather be sent on a million and a half dangerous and impossible missions instead of paperwork.

"Reno" a voice called.

Reno changed from his lazy posture to standing in a matter of seconds.

"Yeah?" He replied uncertainly.

"Boss wants to see you in his office," Tseng replied briskly.

As soon as the words left Tseng's mouth, Reno had started down the hall toward Rufus's office. Unsure as to what Rufus wanted from him, Reno tried to be prepared for anything as he stepped into the room.

Rufus's office was perfectly organized and of course was decorated with fine leather furniture. Besides the one-of-a-kind furniture, each possession in the office cost more than Reno, Rude, and even Tseng's paycheck combined. You would think that this would intimidate people, and it did. Every single person that walked through the door to Rufus's office was overwhelmed by daunting room, every person that is, except Reno.

He understood the power that came with money and respected that, but it never really appealed to him. Money was a means to an end; money got him the things that he wanted from life. A place to stay, food, clothing, his bike, booze, and sometimes even sex; everything had a price. Thusly he needed money, but he wasn't obsessed with it. Reno wasn't consumed by materialism, he didn't want to be rich, and he saw no need for it. That was why he was able to walk into Rufus's office so nonchalantly all the time.