"Isn't there a rule against stealing from casinos?" Vincent said to his partner.
"Aw shit Vince, they make enough damn money. They wont miss a couple of gil. After all, it's mine aint it?" Cid said, using a knife to open a compartment in the back.
"…But you lost-"
"Shut your mouth and make sure no one is watching me ok?" Cid growled irritated. The neon lights and cheesy music was getting to him. All around him the casino was full of people, all talking, gambling and wasting their money to lifeless machines.
"I'm sure there's a better way to get our money back…" Vincent said silently.
"Yeah, we can win it back."
"Maybe you should just tell Cloud what happened."
"Fuck, And say what? 'Hey Cloud, how are you doing? Say, you know when you told us to buy weapons with all of the money you gave us? Yeah, the 4,000,000 gil, well guess what? We lost it all on a bet.'"
"…We? I wasn't involved."
"Ha ha, Jackpot!" Cid said ignoring Vincent's last comment. "Gemme that bag will ya? We have to win all of our gil back before Cloud notices we've been away too long."
"The odds of us winning the exact amount of money back are slim. We would have to rob over five thousand slot machines and so far you have only robbed one." Vincent commented while looking around to see if anyone noticed their crime.
"I don't plan to win it fairly."
"If anyone saw we won that much gil in a short amount of time, they would know we were cheating."
"Dammit! Just what do you want us to do then? Tell Cloud?" Cid said through his cigarette.
"That was my idea in the first place."
"Well we're not! Shit!"
Vincent stood around Cid giving him an accusing glance.
"Well what are we going to do then? Lie?" said Vincent.
"That is the best fucking idea you've ever had!"
"…I'm not going to lie to him."
"Dammit Vincent!" Cid cursed.
"…I will not say anything about it though, if you like…"
"Let's get out of here and talk, I'm getting a headache."
Cid and Vincent walked out of the casino and into a restraint. Cid thought up new possibilities of loosing that much cash as Vincent tried his best to shoot down every one of his ludicrous ideas.
"Why don't you think of a good lie if you're so smart!" Cid hissed across the table.
"…"
"Dammit, where's the fucking salt!? I swear to you, these restaurants." Said Cid looking around the table for some salt to go on his steak. "Yo buddy!" Cid shouted to the table in back of them. "The old hag give you any salt?"
Slowly a mans head turned around and Cid was face to face with someone that looked very familiar…and not particularly someone he liked…
"I'm afraid not…" Sephiroth replied, his cattish eyes boring
into Cid's.
"No fucking way…." Cid said turning around as fast as he could towards Vincent.
"…They didn't have any salt?"
"Get your ass up, we're getting out of here."
"I don't understand-" Vincent said as Cid dragged him up from his chair.
"You don't need to fucking understand, I don't understand and I'm fucking getting my ass out of here, and so are you!"
"…Ok…excuse me, can I have a doggie bag?" Vincent asked the woman passing by their table. Cid argued with Vincent, but the steak was really good. In the end, Vincent got his doggie bag as Cid ran out of the restaurant cursing (as usual).
"I hesitate to ask, but what has gotten into you?" Vincent asked as Cid got out his PHS.
"Hello Cloud? We have a problem…"
Authors Note: Review. If you don't, I wont write more. God, do you have any idea how many unfinished stories I've written? This isn't a threat, it's a promise. The more reviews I get, the more motivated I am to write another chapter.