Harry Potter awoke one day in his room at the Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, only to find his roommates dead in a pool of their ow blood, the bodies severely sliced and ga--...er...oops...wrong story...heh-heh...
"Ahhh...what a beautiful da--...aw, to fuck with this...its been a horrible day so far," Cid muttered as he strolled around calm, trying to find something to occupy his time with. It was already two o'clock and he didn't have shit to do. Wight a sigh, he decided that trying to find something fun to do was harder than trying to get Vincent to wear pink and white. So, he began to walk back to the house, glancing at the other moro--...erm..."people" who were walking around town, either going into shops to buy things, or just admiring the day.
Before long, though, Cid was back at the house, only to find that Barret had gone, and Cid had the house all to himself...fat load of good this did for Cid, since the interent was down and he had to sell his porno's to pay the rent a few weeks ago...so anything sexual related was a no-go. "...shit," was the only things Cid said before going to his room, figuring he'd go to sleep since he couldn't...erm..."get any".
"Aw, c'mon, Vincey! Lets's go somewhere and do something! Being stuck inside all day sucks!," screamed Yuffie, trying to convince Vincent to leave the house with her and go somewhere...he always just stayed inside, or hung around at the bar.
"...why should I? What do I get out of it?...and don't call me 'Vincey' if you like your face the way it is," Vincent said, not even looking at her, his eyes focused on the page of the book he was reading, "100 And More Ways To Torute Annoying Bitches".
"Aw...c'mon! You need to get out of the house once in a while. I don't know how you can stand being stuck inside all day when I'm always telling how fun it is out there! C'mon!," Yuffie pleaded, not feeling like going out of the house alone again...she was tired of hearing people say things like, "For some reason, I'm not surprised to see someone like her alone".
"I'm able to stay inside all day because you're out there all day...I'd prefer to be alone, thank you very much," Vincent said, still not looking up from his book, reading the page explaining the best way to use hot wax for pain. It was a really interesting book...
"Grrr...fine then, you insensitive prick!" she yelled, not caring for being nice anymore. "Just stay here and fucking rot for all I care!"
"Thank you...you're dismissed," he said, waving his hand in a dissmissing manor, still keeping his eyes on the book.
Not able to hold it back any longer, Yuffie, in a sudden burst of bravery (or probably stupidity) bitch-slapped Vincent across the cheek, before walking out the front door and slamming it behind her, her hands balled into fists that were shaking with rage.
His head snapped up from the book as he heard her slam the door, his cheek reddening slightly where she had slapped, even though it hadn't hurt like she meant for it to. He should have expected a response like this, but he was still surprised about it. With a low growl and sneer, he lowered his head once again, now past the page about hot wax, and reading about dipping annoying bithces in hot oil, and a small grin spreading across his lips.
Red XIII sat in front of Tifa's new bar, the "Final Heaven" staring up at the doors, trying to figure out how to get inside when he didn't have hands, but paws. "Um...damn...," he said as he looked from side-to-side, seeing if anyone was coming to the bar, then he'd just walk in with him, but saw no one. It was more complicated than it seemed...he could reach the door knob, of course, but he just couldn't turn it, due to the paws...life's a bitch, eh? So, he just sat there, waiting for either someone to come out, or for someone to go in.
Barret slammed his fist down onto the bar again, trying get Tifa's attention for the 15th time. He'd been there for too long, and still hadn't been given his damn drink, and he needed to get drunk. "Yo, ho, what da hell is yo problim?" he asked Tifa as she finally came over to him with his beer.
"Barret, what do you mean?" she said, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she handed him the glass. She didn't feel like taking any shit today since Yuffie still hadn't shown up to work, and the bar was packed almost full with drunks. Tifa didn't really like taking orders from guys who ordered things like, "Your tits and a side of that ass". And besides, she was only really suppsoed to work behind the counter, it was Yuffie's job to walk around at take orders.
"Yo biotch, don't be gettin' no attude wit dis here black man," Barret said, but recoling slightly under her gaze. Barret knew just what kinda attitude Tifa would get if someone bossed her around, but still...when a black man wants a drink, you don't ignore him.
"What did you say Barret?" Tifa said, her eyes glinting frighteningly.
"Uh...nuttin'...I dint say nuttin'...," he said, lowering his head and backing the stool away from her slightly.
"Thats what I thought," Tifa said, leaving him and going to the other end of the bar to take orders from a pair of guys who had been waiting as well.
With a sigh, Barret lifted the glass to his lips, and chugged down half of it in one gulp, making a mental note to try to be "mo' frienly wen dat ho is pissed".
In the floor above the "Final Heaven", away from the hustle and bustle, Cloud was sound asleep on the bed he shared with Tifa, dreaming about lollipops, gummi bears, and Tifa's boobs...ah...what shweet dreams.
"Ahhh...what a beautiful da--...aw, to fuck with this...its been a horrible day so far," Cid muttered as he strolled around calm, trying to find something to occupy his time with. It was already two o'clock and he didn't have shit to do. Wight a sigh, he decided that trying to find something fun to do was harder than trying to get Vincent to wear pink and white. So, he began to walk back to the house, glancing at the other moro--...erm..."people" who were walking around town, either going into shops to buy things, or just admiring the day.
Before long, though, Cid was back at the house, only to find that Barret had gone, and Cid had the house all to himself...fat load of good this did for Cid, since the interent was down and he had to sell his porno's to pay the rent a few weeks ago...so anything sexual related was a no-go. "...shit," was the only things Cid said before going to his room, figuring he'd go to sleep since he couldn't...erm..."get any".
"Aw, c'mon, Vincey! Lets's go somewhere and do something! Being stuck inside all day sucks!," screamed Yuffie, trying to convince Vincent to leave the house with her and go somewhere...he always just stayed inside, or hung around at the bar.
"...why should I? What do I get out of it?...and don't call me 'Vincey' if you like your face the way it is," Vincent said, not even looking at her, his eyes focused on the page of the book he was reading, "100 And More Ways To Torute Annoying Bitches".
"Aw...c'mon! You need to get out of the house once in a while. I don't know how you can stand being stuck inside all day when I'm always telling how fun it is out there! C'mon!," Yuffie pleaded, not feeling like going out of the house alone again...she was tired of hearing people say things like, "For some reason, I'm not surprised to see someone like her alone".
"I'm able to stay inside all day because you're out there all day...I'd prefer to be alone, thank you very much," Vincent said, still not looking up from his book, reading the page explaining the best way to use hot wax for pain. It was a really interesting book...
"Grrr...fine then, you insensitive prick!" she yelled, not caring for being nice anymore. "Just stay here and fucking rot for all I care!"
"Thank you...you're dismissed," he said, waving his hand in a dissmissing manor, still keeping his eyes on the book.
Not able to hold it back any longer, Yuffie, in a sudden burst of bravery (or probably stupidity) bitch-slapped Vincent across the cheek, before walking out the front door and slamming it behind her, her hands balled into fists that were shaking with rage.
His head snapped up from the book as he heard her slam the door, his cheek reddening slightly where she had slapped, even though it hadn't hurt like she meant for it to. He should have expected a response like this, but he was still surprised about it. With a low growl and sneer, he lowered his head once again, now past the page about hot wax, and reading about dipping annoying bithces in hot oil, and a small grin spreading across his lips.
Red XIII sat in front of Tifa's new bar, the "Final Heaven" staring up at the doors, trying to figure out how to get inside when he didn't have hands, but paws. "Um...damn...," he said as he looked from side-to-side, seeing if anyone was coming to the bar, then he'd just walk in with him, but saw no one. It was more complicated than it seemed...he could reach the door knob, of course, but he just couldn't turn it, due to the paws...life's a bitch, eh? So, he just sat there, waiting for either someone to come out, or for someone to go in.
Barret slammed his fist down onto the bar again, trying get Tifa's attention for the 15th time. He'd been there for too long, and still hadn't been given his damn drink, and he needed to get drunk. "Yo, ho, what da hell is yo problim?" he asked Tifa as she finally came over to him with his beer.
"Barret, what do you mean?" she said, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she handed him the glass. She didn't feel like taking any shit today since Yuffie still hadn't shown up to work, and the bar was packed almost full with drunks. Tifa didn't really like taking orders from guys who ordered things like, "Your tits and a side of that ass". And besides, she was only really suppsoed to work behind the counter, it was Yuffie's job to walk around at take orders.
"Yo biotch, don't be gettin' no attude wit dis here black man," Barret said, but recoling slightly under her gaze. Barret knew just what kinda attitude Tifa would get if someone bossed her around, but still...when a black man wants a drink, you don't ignore him.
"What did you say Barret?" Tifa said, her eyes glinting frighteningly.
"Uh...nuttin'...I dint say nuttin'...," he said, lowering his head and backing the stool away from her slightly.
"Thats what I thought," Tifa said, leaving him and going to the other end of the bar to take orders from a pair of guys who had been waiting as well.
With a sigh, Barret lifted the glass to his lips, and chugged down half of it in one gulp, making a mental note to try to be "mo' frienly wen dat ho is pissed".
In the floor above the "Final Heaven", away from the hustle and bustle, Cloud was sound asleep on the bed he shared with Tifa, dreaming about lollipops, gummi bears, and Tifa's boobs...ah...what shweet dreams.