So here is Miss Squall Leonhart's chapter on what happened to Skyla after Rufus' party. She just said, "I don't care." when I asked for what she would like the title to be... So there ya go.

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Sklya sighed, the alcohol thick on her breath. Her bladder was crying out for release, and she thought it would be wise to give it what it wanted. She stood on shaky legs, stumbling to the door frame. Rude grabbed her by her shoulders, turning her to face him.

"Relax, I'm just gonna go pee." Skyla rolled her eyes at his attempt to stop her from doing something stupid. He nodded and walked her to the restrooms, standing outside the door as she went in. "I can't pee if you're just gonna stand there and listen. Sheesh." Rude shook his head and walked a little further down the hall, watching his coworkers make fools of themselves trying to dance when they had absolutely no rhythm.

Skyla opened the door, peeking her head out to make sure the coast was clear. She made it to the elevators, getting in and hitting the button to take her down. She was in the mood to make some gil, and she knew exactly where to go: Gold Saucer.

As Skyla made it out into the streets, Rude knocked on the restroom door, hearing nothing but running water. He opened the door slowly, peering inside cautiously. Nothing. He turned off the faucet before all of Shinra was flooded and hurried out into the hall, searching frantically for a highly intoxicated Turk. He vaguely remembered hearing stories about Skyla's drunken adventures, all of them somehow ending up with her making a fortune that she would just blow on more alcohol or other seemingly useless things.

Rude fished his keys out of his pocket and hurried to the parking lot. Meanwhile, Skyla had just gotten to the casino, where she was greeted by smiling faces. Everyone knew her, but how could they not after all the jackpots she'd hit and the gil she'd collected? She set out for the tables, ready to win big.

Rude got there some time later, scanning the crowds as he made his way into the casino. Everyone was gathered around one of the tables, captivated by whatever was playing out. He had a feeling he knew what was at the center of the crowd, or more accurately, who. Inwardly groaning, he began to make his way for the chaos that awaited, steeling himself. He hoped desperately that the being at the center of the crowd would come willingly, not wanting to make more of a scene then he would already have to make.

"Come to mama!" Skyla pulled a pile of coins toward her, having to use both arms to avoid them collapsing. "Lady Luck must have a thing for me!" She grinned at all the people eying her and her rather large pile of goodies. Rude briefly admired her skill, and then made his way over to her, praying that she would be ready to leave. How could she possibly want to stay any longer when she'd already made so much?

"Skyla, I think it's time we got back." He glanced at his watch, noticing it was already a little after 3 in the morning. He hadn't realized so much time had passed, but it was hard to keep up with time when he had to keep up with intoxicated Turks.

"Say what?" She looked up at him, eyes swimming from the bright lights and alcohol. "I don't wanna, I'm just getting started!" She smiled wide and turned back to the table. Rude stared at her, devising a plan. How could he lure her away from the tables and back to safety and peace?

"Tai was asking for you. It would appear she needs you for something personal."

"Why didn't you say that to begin with?!" Skyla grabbed her coins, struggling a bit. Rude took half of them so that they could leave without hindrance. Luckily, people had dispersed, finding no interest without someone winning big at the table. Rude helped Skyla cash in her coins, then led her out of the chaos and excitement.

After much time and drunken babbling, they made it back to his place. Of course Skyla had fallen asleep in his passenger seat, worn out from a long night of partying. How she managed to have so much energy was beyond him. He picked her up gently, not wanting to wake her and be subjected to more nonsensical outbursts. He struggled with his door, but managed to get inside without hitting her head against things too many times. He laid her on his bed and covered her up, then went to the couch, where he suddenly wished he'd bought the sofa displayed in the furniture shop last weekend.

When Skyla woke, she stared up at the light peeking through the curtains and spilling onto the ceiling. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, stretching. What time was it, and where even was she? This didn't look like her ceiling; at least it didn't before last night. Maybe she'd done some remodeling last night after she left Gold Saucer. She sat up and looked around, deciding this most definitely wasn't her room. It was cleaner than any room she'd been in and incredibly dull. The clock read 1:27pm.

She got out of bed and opened the door, peeking her head out. No one was there. She looked around, searching for any hint of whose home it was. Just as she was about to give up, who should walk in but Rude, in his signature suit and sunglasses. Skyla pretended he looked surprised to see she was up, because she would assume someone else would react that way. Of course, with Rude, you could never tell if he was excited or his cat just died.

"Do you ever wear anything else? Or do you even have pajamas designed like your suit?" Skyla smirked at him. She really would like to see him in jeans and a fitted tee, just because it's so uncharacteristic and simple.

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Jeesh, nice to see you too." Skyla sighed and made sure she had everything she'd had last night. Satisfied with everything being there, she followed him out the door and to his car. The sunlight was brighter than she'd last remembered, but that could be due to the growing migraine coming on. "Weird, I never get migraines…" Skyla mumbled to herself. She rubbed her head, and Rude inwardly scolded himself for hitting her head against the doorframe so many times.

He drove her back to her apartment, an awkward silence clinging to the air the entire way. Skyla opened the door, but hesitated to get out. Rude looked at her, observing her expression with curiosity. What was she waiting for? Was she going to be sick? If she was, he hoped desperately she did it outside of his car.

"Thanks for last night." Skyla glanced over at Rude, then back out the windshield. "You know, looking after me and whatnot. I know I can be hard to follow when I've been drinking." She let out a small sound that barely passed for a giggle. "But, um, see you at work tomorrow." She quickly exited the car, closing the door and hurrying to unlock her door. As Rude pulled away and she closed the door, she wondered why she had felt so nervous just a moment ago. She decided it had to be the hangover, throwing her mood off. The fact that there wasn't a cloud in the sky didn't exactly help with the killer migraine that threatened to split her skull.

"Yea, definitely the hangover…" Skyla muttered to herself as she sank into the soft sheets of her comforting bed.

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