-Drops of Dissidia-

-A collection of 'Dissidia: Final Fantasy' drabbles-

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Part Nine: The Morning After

Wol (1) was a quiet drunk.

Firion was an angry drunk.

Luneth was too young to drink.

Cecil was a sleeping drunk.

Bartz was a Bartz drunk.

Terra was a depressed drunk.

Cloud was a talkative drunk.

Squall was a cuddly drunk.

Zidane was a crying drunk.

Tidus was a hyperactive drunk.

And Tora was the one who had the biggest headache of them all.

"Never again..." she hissed, picking up empty vodka bottles and throwing them into a large rubbish bag, "am I allowing those idiots to drink in my house." More empty bottles made it into the bag, and it was soon filled and discarded into the bin. Returning inside, Tora discovered nine hungover and unwell-looking people slowly coming out of their alcohol-induced stupors in the various places they'd been left to sleep in.

Somehow, Cloud ended up on top of the couch with Wol underneath him.

"Make the room stop spinning..." Zidane groaned from underneath Terra, who was slowly sitting up and turning as green as her hair.

"Better yet, turn the sun off." Cecil complained, walking into the room with one hand cradling his silver head, "What happened last night?"

"I'll tell you next week when I've had a chance to watch the footage for myself." Tora replied, gently smoothing some of Squall's hair away from his face. Everyone who was half-awake was now fully awake at that statement.

What footage?

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1: Warrior of Light.