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"No way Tifa!"

The younger woman looked at the new Karaoke equipment Tifa had installed for the bar. "To liven it up." Was the Bar maiden's reason for buying it. Liven it up? This placed was packed with drunk men every night! What more action do you need?

"Oh please Yuffie! You have such a wonderful voice!" Her friend pleaded.

Yuffie blushed and crossed her arms. "You've never even heard me sing!" Tifa blew the bangs out of her eye and started to hand the dishes for Yuffie to dry.

"Of course I have. You sing all the time." She answered. The ninja frowned and grabbed a rag to swipe the cup.

"Like when?"

Tifa rinsed the plate and handed it to Yuffie. "Well, when you wash the dishes, and when you're in the shower. Either you don't realize you do it, or you don't want people to think you do." Yuffie's frown deepened. She knew that she sang in the shower... was she really that loud?

There was no getting out of this one though. Tifa had kept bugging her about testing the damn thing out all weekend. And the puppy dog eyes with the innocent, "For me?" pleading, Yuffie caved in, telling Tifa that she better get one damned good birthday present to make up for the humiliation of singing in front of an audience.

"Hey Vinnie. What's up?"

The gunman looked up from his wine. Yuffie was dressed in her usual attire but had her hair tied up. He liked the way it looked. "Hello Yuffie. How are you?" She grinned and sat down next to him.

"Doing good. Pretty nervous though." She answered playing with the hem of her shorts. He raised a brow. "Why are you nervous?"

She tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear and grimaced. "Tifa's making me test out her new Mic. There are a lot of people here tonight, Tifa even had to call me down to help. Shelke's watching the kids now, but I swear, I would gladly take that position hence the current situation I'm in."

Vincent smiled slightly and saw Yuffie's grimace turn into a full on smile. He had stopped wearing his cape and his emotions could be read, not easily, but still read on his face. "Well then, good luck."

"Thanks Vince." Tifa got up on the stage and introduced the equipment, blah blah blah. Yuffie groaned. "Well, here goes my dignity."

She didn't like the stage. It was too quiet up there except the few wolf whistles that echoed throughout the Tavern.

"Er," She looked at Tifa. The two of them had decided that Yuffie was going to sing the song she wrote. Yes, the song that she wrote. It was her first shot at poetry, but eventually turned into lyrics.

The music played and Yuffie glared at Tifa. She was never doing this again! At least Cloud was making an effort on spending time with Teef though, the shinobi mused.

As she began to sing, it made her feel weird- revealing her deepest thoughts and everything to a bunch a drunk strangers. It was like someone reading her diary or something.

Tifa bit her lip at seeing Vincent's face. She was irritated by the fact that men were so easy to hide their emotions by a impassive mask. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand tangle in hers. She looked up to see Cloud staring at her with easy eyes. She smiled and tightened the grip.

As the awkward singing turned more- well, Yuffie-ish (vibrant and upbeat)-Vincent couldn't take his eyes off of her. It seemed she had a talent she'd kept hidden. The song. It's light hearted beat and lyrics had him questioning how personal it was to her.

The song ended and Yuffie couldn't leave the microphone fast enough. The bar was emitted in loud cheers and applause. Most of them probably don't even know what they're clapping at, she thought while grinning.

Yuffie went to go join Tifa but stopped when she saw the affectionate moment between her and Chocobo brain. Her grin widened and she hesitantly made her way to Vince again.

"Hey!" She greeted.

He smiled at her cheerful approach. "Hello again, Yuffie."

She grabbed an untouched beer from the table next to them and took a drink, ignoring Vincent's disapproving look.

"You shouldn't drink alcohol yet." He told her. She rolled her eyes and waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "It's fine Vinnie, I just wanted a sip. See, I'm putting it back." She placed the mug back on its previous table and turned to face him again.

"So, how bad was it?" She asked, once again, tugging a stray hair behind her ear. He was entranced at the simple movements of her body. Little things, that he found himself being more and more enticed by.

"You did... well...Yuffie." How he loved saying her name. It was like a habit. As Cid and Barret curse, he would say her name. She, herself, couldn't tire of the way it sounded from him. Hell, she didn't care if that was the only word he could say. She was never one to really like her name, but she fell in love with it the first time it escaped his lips.

She rubbed her arms and leaned toward him slightly. "It was kinda weird though, you know? Like, I'm sharing all my feelings with a bunch of forty year old guys who can't hold down a drink." He chuckled.

"So, the lyrics were personal?" He asked and inwardly smiled when she blushed.

"Er, yeah, I guess."

"Directed... toward...someone?" He questioned further. He knew he was being nosy, this wasn't his business. But, she had to have returned his feelings... at least a small bit. All the gestures, and small touches, the blushes. They weren't for nothing... right?

"You could say that." She averted her vision to the interesting lines on the table. Vincent's lips raised a tiny bit when he saw her blush deepen and her flustered state.

It had to be mutual.

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