( Just a little piece I wrote about what Yuffie would say to pick up the guys. I was bored so I wrote this. Doesn't actually make much sense towards the end because, as you could probably tell, I got lazy. =P )
"So what you're saying is," Tifa mused, her chin rested in her hand and her elbow propped up on the bar watching Yuffie seated across from her, "You can get any guy you come across?"
"Yep," The ninja replied in her intoxicated state. Some how while Tifa's back was turned, Yuffie managed to grab a bottle of alcohol and down the whole thing before Tifa could pry it from Yuffie's grip. The bottle had been nearly full, but Yuffie managed to shove the whole thing down her neck. Needless to say, the ninja was quickly drunk out of her proper mind.
Tifa warned Yuffie not to drink. Not only was Yuffie a reckless drunk, she was under age by two years. 7th Heaven would be closed down if they found out she was serving, though unintentionally, minors with alcohol that could very well do them harm. And being Yuffie, a materia-obsessed klepto, she could very well do lots of damage in her drunk stupor.
This was not the first time, nor was it the second, that Yuffie managed to slip passed Tifa. The ninja was sneaky and could very well get away with it on busy days. She needed to make Yuffie realize that it was not a good idea to drink when her mind had not fully developed yet. Yuffie's punishment would serve as an entertainment to Tifa.
"What about Cloud?" Tifa suggested, nodding her head to the blonde who had no deliveries and requested to help. His face was hard and serious, treating the act of waitoring more important than it actually was. A few of the customers were even startled and slightly afraid of the swordsman slamming down their drinks before them, then moved swiftly on to a different table. Sure enough, the customers found it hard to drink peacefully with Cloud looming over them, hovering from table to table making sure they were certain they had everything they needed.
"Pft, easy!" Yuffie snorted and stumbled off the stool. She regained her posture before she lost it all at once as she stumbled toward Cloud who hassled more than aided. Curious as to what the ninja would do, Tifa along with others at the bar who'd heard watched Yuffie approach Cloud.
"Hey Cloud," Yuffie grinned.
"Yuffie," Cloud said simply, unaware of the ninja's previous illegal affair with a bottle.
Something seemed to be a miss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stared down at Yuffie, his impatience growing with each and every blink Yuffie made. Table number three's orders steamed on the tray he held in one hand. If he didn't get there fast enough, the dishes would get cold and he would have failed this mission.
"What is it?"
"Do you come here often?"
Cloud stared at her.
Yuffie stared back.
"Are you hitting on me?" Cloud asked after what seemed like a long empty pause.
"Yes."
Tifa watched in delighted suspense. Yuffie and Cloud were talking, but from Cloud's blank expression, it didn't look so well. A few words passed between the two and Yuffie came back.
"So?"
"He just said, 'The food is getting cold.'."
"Maybe you'll have more luck with Vincent?"
"Isn't he off in Brood mansion brooding in his specially designed coffin that can handle his broodness?"
"Nope, he's just right there."
"Ah, figures. Brood corner."
- Vincent
"So, I heard your girl friend died."
"..."
- Cid
"If being fucking sexy was a fucking crime then you'd be fucking guilty as fucking charged."
"What the f!#?!"
- Reno
"You're one turkey I'd like to stuff."
"Make it the other way around and sure thing."
"On second thought, no thanks."
- Rude
"You're one turkey I'd like to stuff."
"Hey! You just used that line with me!"
