Author's note: I do not own Final Fantasy Seven or its characters.
Under the Table
Elena was careful to keep her blond airhead act in place. There was no way she was tipping these boys off to the fact they had been had yet. Due to the fact that she had not been in uniform when they'd arrived at the bar, these idiots had no idea that she was a Turk. Reno had proceeded to get into an argument with a bunch of rich boys which had lead to them challenging Elena to a drinking contest. It was a contest that Elena was going to win.
She tossed back her eighth shot with no problem. They were only drinking tequila after all, and it would take at least four more shots before Elena had any more reaction than flushed cheeks and a pleasant buzz. Her opponent was not fairing so well.
"Ready to give up yet?" She giggled.
The man across from her scoffed. "In your dreams, little girl."
Elena just shrugged and took another shot. The poor fool and his friends were going to lose quite a bit of money, but she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for them. Especially not when one of the first things they had tried to do was get into her pants. Tseng had warned them off before she had needed to break any bones. He was currently standing behind her chair, ready in case someone decided to interfere with the contest.
"If I win tis contescht," the man slurred across from her, "you hav to let me buy you a dwink."
Elena arched an eyebrow at him. "Not very likely. I don't accept drinks from men I don't know."
He snorted, listing to the side, and he sloshed his next drink, spilling half of it down his front. Elena just shook her head. Time to end this. She knocked back another two shots in quick succession. She gave the idiot a look. He gave her a droopy smile and fell out of his chair. Elena rose to her feet and stepped over his unconscious body.
"I believe I win."