DISCLAIMER: I don't own FF8, I don't even own the game. The characters are not my making .
Sighing to herself, Rinoa glanced into a nearby window to make sure her hair was perfect, thinking that she would have to go shopping, she had just left the cafeteria after a chat with Selphie. Apparently Selphie was once again planning a party. What a surprise. Shaking her head at Selphies unlimited energy and being vaguely awed by it Rinoa start wandering back to her rooms, planning in her head what she would wear and what to make Squall wear. They couldn't clash because that would be unspeakable but they didn't want to look like they'd planned it either.
Lost in thought she didn't notice Quistis until Quistis coughed slightly. Coming back to reality Rinoa saw that she was blocking the corridor because she had in fact come to a halt right in front of Quistises room. Blushing, she ducked her head in an apology and looked up in time to see Quistis roll her eyes. Getting slightly annoyed at that she gave her her best cheerful ' I'm with squall' smile and told her about Selphies party.
" You ARE going aren't you? It should be quite fun, Selphie has had a lot of practise with the whole throwing a party thing." Smiling at Quistis, whose mouth twitched in what could be called a smile. Brr is it getting cold in here or is it just your heart Quistis?
Forcing on a smile, although it did look a bit strained, Quistis nodded her head. Looking Rinoa straight in the eye she said in a light voice.
" I'll have to find something to wear though, when is it?"
"I think she said in three days, though you'll have to check with her on that. Anyway must be going, I have to meet Squall soon."
With a flick of her hair she started walking down the corridor again, her thoughts went back to the dress she had in mind and didn't give Quistis a second thought.
Selphie was in her element. Running around the hall shouting orders at everyone, never mind that they were doing as she asked, she was in complete control. Waving her arms madly about, left eye twitching spastically, hair defying gravity and totally high on sugar. Zell and Irvine sat in a courner and marvelled that such a small person could have such a big voice. Wincing at a particularly high screech, Irvine got up and walked out the hall and into the freash air of a small sitting area. Shortly Zell joined him, casting a fearful glance behind him where the little girl was screaming at a girl who had got the wrong flowers. He pitied the girl and her therapist.
"….Phew, what a voice! I blame all that sugar, it's gotta do something to a person." Zell said shaking his head in amazement.
" I know, great isn't it?" Stretching out his lanky form in a chair Irvine tipped his hat and closed his eyes, waiting for his girlfriend to calm down enough not to yell at him for not helping.
Zell tried to imitate him but just ended up nearly falling out of his chair. Recovering quickly he sat normally in a chair opposite Irvine.
" Ya know…I never would have pictured her and a guy like you to have lasted so long." Irvine opened an eye. " I mean your always going after the ladies" Zell winked at him " I couldn't see you lasting long with the little fireball in there."
Irvine closed the eye and smirked. " You've just gotta learn how to handle them, chicken-wuss."
Zell leaped up and started bouncing on the balls of his feet, glaring at Irvine. " WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"
Chuckling Irvine waved a hand in dismissal. " Simmer down man, can't you even take a simple joke? Sheesh, no wonder you don't have a date for the party! You'll probably end up desperate enough to use a love spell!" Glancing at Zell, who looked thoughtful, Irvine got slightly worried. Biting his lower lip he glanced sidelong at Zell whose face had fallen. Library girl had dumped him a week ago and he was still very emotional about it.
" She…she said I loved the hotdogs more than her…It's not true! I do love them, with their different sauces, but I loved her too!" Wiping a hand over his eyes Zell got up and stumbled through the door mumbling about some alone time.
Irvine shrugged and settled down for a light nap while Selphie ordered her little army.
A party, yet another party…… Which meant new matching clothes and to be in public. And to smile, he'd had to do that too. Smiling and nodding. Squalls plans for the weekend went up in flames. He could even see the little ashes floating out the window as Rinoa started talking about hairstyles. He gazed wistfully out the window; the weekend plan had been a good one. It had involved sleep, swords and no smiling…except when something was funny. Parties are not funny.
Dragging his mind back to the conversation before Rinoa could get too over the top. Glancing at her as she put a piece of coloured fabric against his chin and started playing with his hair. Sighing he realised it was already too late. I am so whipped.
"………whatever."
Smiling at him Rinoa started braiding his hair and then ran off to get sparkly scrunches. He didn't mind the sparkly scrunches but he did mind when Rinoa start to paint his nails. A guy had to put his foot down sometimes.
Muttering "…Whatever.." Squall blanked out again. It was just easier. Why couldn't she just wear that pretty silver dress that she has? Sighing, he gave into the hurricane that is Rinoas fashion sense.