I started getting ready an hour and a half before I had to be there. I took a long, hot shower, put on a dash of makeup and fixed my hair. As the owner of one of the most popular club/bar on the Planet, one has to dress to kill. So, I busted out the old fighting outfit and put a little twist to it. Of course, there was the black leather miniskirt, held up by suspenders, and let's not forget the tight, white tank top. But instead of the steel-toed, fighting boots, I added to the outfit by wearing some black leather boots, and a leather beret. The hair isn't as long as it used to be, but it's a little past my shoulders. I decided that tonight was gonna be a wild night, and scrunched it to give it a wet look. I was in the middle of fixing my hair, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

There was a lot of music in the background, but I managed to hear who it was. "Tif? Hey, it's Yuffie."

"Hey, Yuff. Havin' any trouble at the bar?"

"Uh...not exactly, but I think there's somethin' that you need to know." She sounded a little upset, and it was scaring me.

"What happend, Yuffie? What's wrong?"

"It's Louis."

I began to panic. "Louis? What about Louis?"

"He's hittin' on some other girl. He's...um...it's...well...it's"

"Spit it out!"

"It's gettin' kinda heated and I think you need to get over here now."

That's all she needed to say, because I slammed the phone back onto the receiver, grabbed my hat, and my keys and ran out of the house to my car. From there, I hauled ass to my bar, where all hell was about to break loose.

It took me all of five minutes to get to the bar, which is a twenty minutes away. I pulled my sports car over to the side of the street, right in front of the 'Do Not Park' sign, calmly got out of my vehicle, and as soon as I saw the valet, I pretty much shoved my keys at him and told him to park it somewhere that wasn't far away.

"Sure thing, Ms. Lockheart." He said nervously, as I sauntered off. I was walking at a brisk pace and I'm sure there was a scowl on my face. The walk to my bar was short, but the line to get in was quite long.I passed up the whole line, ignoring all of the catcalls and looks I was getting, and stepped right up to my very burly, muscular bouncer, Gene.

"Gene, is my husband in there?" I asked. Gene could see how angry I was, and I believe he felt intimidated.

"Yeah, Tif. He's in there. At least, I haven't seen him leave. You alright?"

"No. You might have to throw him out or break up a fight in a minute though. Well...you or Shorty will have to. Is he in there too?"

"Yeah. Louis givin' you some trouble, Tif?" Gene said while popping his knuckles.

"Not as much as I'm about to give him." I replied, and moved passed Gene into the very noisy, Seventh Heaven.

The Seventh Heaven, is the only thing that I could ever call my own. It's mine. My business that I have put my blood, sweat, and tears into. This is my territory, not my husband's. It was a stupid move on his part to come in here and try to hit on some girl in the first place.

I began to search the room. The music was pumping, the lights were going, and the whole dance floor and bar was crowded. 'Where are you, LeBeau?' I thought to myself, and began walking towards the bar. I spot Yuffie in the crowd, waiting on some people sitting at a table. As soon as she turned around, she saw me and rushed over.

"Tif...you ok?"

'Where is he Yuffie?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Don't kill him...turn around, and look on the dance floor."

I turned, but I didn't see him. "I don't see him, Yuffs."

"Look for the bleach-blonde with the blue dress." Yuffie pretty much had my head in her hands, turning it for me, because I would've never spotted them by myself. Finally, I spotted him.

"That son of a bitch." I muttered.

"Tifa..." was all I could hear Yuffie say before I walked onto the dance floor.