Blind love, Chapter 5:
'Two Brave Men and One 90%'
Shera blushed,
"I'm sorry... I locked you guys out..."
Vincent shrugged, smiling.
"It doesn't matter, we got in anyway."
"How exactly did you do that?"
Vincent's answer was simply a wry smile.
"Say no more..." She said.
Vincent continued to dry his wet hair with a towel.
"When is Cid planning to wake up?" Asked Shera, fixing an old TV they found in the attic.
Again Vincent shrugged,
"Last time he got this drunk, he woke up at midnight the day after. -Oh," Vincent remembered, "Remind me to tell you something that Cid did last night later, okey?"
Shera nodded, not really noticing the evil hint in Vincent's voice.
He scratched his cheek thoughtfully when Shera mentioned,
"You look strange..."
Vincent gave her a surprised, slightly insulted look,
"No, I don't mean, generally strange, I mean just today..."
"In what way?" Vincent inquired.
"I don't know... You look older, somehow."
Vincent shrugged.
Cid's door opened, and a dirty, unkept, bloodshot eyed creature groaned and dragged its legs out to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Cid" Shera greeted him. Cid only growled.
"Morning, Cid." Said Vincent.
Cid growled louder.
Shera placed a cup before Cid, or rather, before Cid's hangover. Without thought, Cid took the cup and downed it in one drought.
Shera and Vincent then proceeded to take cover, and just in time, too. A few seconds later, and Cid stumbled, his face red, to the bathroom.
He got out a few moments later and exclaimed,
"Good morning!"
"I told you that adding a touch of chili in the black coffee will do wonders to his hangover." Said Vincent as he got up from behind the couch.
"So, Vince, going to the One-Year-Post-Meteor fair today?" asked Cid, as if nothing had happened.
Vincent nodded, scratching his cheek.
Cid examined Vincent's face.
"You look weird... " he mentioned.
"Will you cut it out?" Vincent asked, he got up and decided to go check what was so weird about his face.
Cid and Shera quickly went to the bathroom as they heard Vincent gasp in surprise.
"Of all days to become human!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly they too saw what it was- Vincent had facial hair.
"Holy %^$@!" Cid said, with his usual helpfulness.
Shera giggled,
"It suits you, Vincent. I don't think I ever saw you with a beard..."
"I can't grow a beard!" Vincent complained, "Ever since I first had facial hair I always kept my face neatly shaved." There was even a hint of pride in his voice.
"Why not just keep it like this? Chicks dig the unshaved look."
Shera did a little 'humph', and Vincent couldn't help but chuckle.
"Who asked you!" Cid stuck his tongue out.
Vincent smiled, "Anyway-" He started to dig and take out things out of an tattered old bag.
Cid yelped as Vincent finally produced a large, scary looking razor.
"Here it is, thought I lost the little thing-"
"You call that little?! It's a %^#% Masamune!!"
Vincent examined the razor,
"Well- It may be a little rusted, but I'm sure I can still use it-" with that, he closed the distance between the razor and his face.
"Stop!" Yelled Cid,
Vincent gave him an inquiring look.
Cid carefully disarmed Vincent of the lethal razor.
"Let me give you something more... Modern."
Vincent scowled,
"I'm not that ancient..."
"Of course ya aren't..." Cid smiled and produced a small, modern shaving razor from one of the bathroom's cabinets. Shera went back to her occupations.
"What is that?" Vincent asked, looking at the weird instrument.
"This, my prehistoric friend-" Cid explained "is a 'razor'- you use it so you won't kill yourself while shaving."
Vincent snatched the thing from Cid's hand,
"I'm sure I could have figure it out by myself..." he brought the knife by his cheek, "What are you smirking at?"
"You're holding it upside down AND you've forgotten the shaving cream."
Vincent slightly blushed.
"Oh... indeed... I seem to have forgotten... I think it'll take me sometime to get used to all this again..." he mumbled.
Cid rolled his eyes, "Got any After Shave?"
"Hmmm..." Vincent fumbled in his bag again then tossed Cid a small bottle. "This is what I've got."
"$%#@^&*!" Cid exclaimed as he read the label, "90% Alcohol? That's... That's brave, man..." Vincent shrugged
"That's what I always used."
Cid placed the bottle on the side of the sink and left Vincent to his shaving, mumbling something under his breath about people with masochistic tendencies.
After a few minutes Cid and Shera turned their heads in the bathroom's direction when they heard another gasp, louder then before, accompanied with a hiss.
Vincent stepped out of the bathroom, his teeth grit tightly, his eyes opened wide with pain. He was neatly shaved.
"You can scream if you wanna," Suggested Cid with a wry grin.
Vincent screamed in pain, it sounded like he have been struck with the mightiest of weapons. Then brought his hands to his cheeks, as if to check if they were still there.
"Ow... Ow... Ow... OW... Ow..." he waddled painfully to the kitchen table. "Owowowowow.... I forgot how painful this is... I think it burned through my cheeks..."
Shera swooned slightly when he passed by, intoxicated by the smell,
'Wow, that smells good...' she smiled with a dreamy look.
Vincent smiled a little, smug smile, forgetting the pain. That's why he used it, he remembered.
"Hey ,Cid, where are you going?"
"To the bathroom, I feel like a quick shave myself... Can I use your after shave?"