Tifa swept the top of the bar clean with a rag, and posted the closed
sign on the door.
She sighed and turned to Cloud, "I hate this fricken job..." she
mumbled.
"The quit!" he suggested.
She gave him the eye. "Then how do you think I should get money?" she
snapped. He shrugged. "That's why you don't have any money." she frowned.
"Why?" he asked flatly.
"Because you don't have a job." she retorted.
"I do to have a job!" he quipped "I am a soldier for AVALANCHE (why
do they always put it in all caps.)
"Big whoop!" she yelled "Anyone could do that."
"Then again anyone could be a bartender." he snapped.
"Yea" she smiled "... anyone with any people skills."
"What exactly are you saying?" he shouted.
"Oh, nothing..." she gave an innocent smile.
"Grrrr...." he growled.
"If you think being a bartender is so easy why don't you give it a
try?" she asked.
"Is that a challenge?" he asked.
"If you want it to be." she smiled.
"Then it is, your on." he shouted.
"Have a good time... it's not as easy as you think!" and she bounced
away to the arcade in the basement to practice with the punching bag.
"I'll show her" he told him self as he turned to go to his upstairs
room.