Chapter 3
Since I don't feel like typing out replies personally to all the reviews again (because carpal tunnel would suck!) I'd just like to let people know that I read them and love them with all my heart ^_^ Also, this chapter was written for the reviewer who asked for Seifer. Enjoy ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for any original characters and the idea for my story
"Another shot bartender!" shouted a rowdy man from a stool beside the counter of the Balamb bar which had moved from the hotel and to a place right across from Zell's mother's home. The patron's close-cropped blonde hair shone dully in the dim light of the bar, his blood-stained trench coat looking at the more sinister in the bad lighting. A gunblade sat beside him, dull from a long time of use without being re-sharpened. His glazed eyes looked behind him to the dark blue décor of the bar and noticed that no one was here. No one would be of course; it was around 1pm.
"Better slow down padnar," the barkeep drawled like a cowboy out of some old documentary movie. He wore a patch over one eye, his other eye a bright amethyst colour that seemed to peer right into his mind. He had a muscular build from working in the army before his eye was gouged out and most likely kept it from throwing drunken bums out of his bar. He wore a tattered blue muscle shirt that was stained with grease and Hyne only knew what else.
The barkeep put his elbows on the bar-counter and leaned forward until he was inches away from Seifer. Seifer leaned back a little, disgusted by the smell of his breath which was a potent mix of dried meats and several different kinds of cheese.
"Back off buddy," Seifer slurred, "I don't want to hurt you…" he reached down and lightly tapped his gunblade, "but I will if I have to."
The barkeep laughed heartily at this until his eye patch had almost fallen off his face and tears slid down his good eye. "If you could so much as break the skin of someone with that dull blade then I'd eat my eye patch!"
Seifer growled but was too wasted to think of a good reply. "Just hit me and be down with it."
The barkeep pulled out a large flask and poured some whiskey into his little shot glass. The clear brown liquid sat in the glass for only a moment as Seifer quickly grabbed the glass, tilted his head back and downed the alcohol with one swig. "More," he demanded as he slammed the shot glass back down on the navy, glass-ringed counter.
"I think you've had enough." Seifer glared hard at the man, but then in his drunkenness decided that he better leave him alone for the moment.
"Fine, I'm leaving." He stood up abruptly from his stool, swaying slightly back and forth. "If I can't get anymore drinks here then I'll go to some other bar!"
"There's no other bar in Balamb there bud," the bartender sneered, "And I think you should hang out here until you're sober enough to wander around in the streets."
"I'm not staying here any longer," Seifer snarled and grabbed his gunblade, "You can send the bill to Squall Leonhart of Balamb Garden."
"You can be sure I will," the bartender called after him as he strode out into the street. He lurched from side to side until he had to rest against the cold stone slab of a nearby building to try to regain his balance.
"What's the matter with Seifer? He isn't usually like this, ya know?" came a masculine voice from behind him. Seifer whirled around and came to face-to-face with the muscular, dark-skinned Raijin and the silver-haired Fujin.
"DRUNK." She brushed a stray strand of hair off her eye patch and looked at Seifer accusingly. "YOU PROMISED."
"Well, I can break my promises as I please," Seifer argued, "sides, I don't need either of you, so go away already!" He staggered off toward the dock, the other two members of his posse doggedly trailing him to the docks so that he wouldn't accidentally fall in and drown himself.
Suddenly, a bright arch of crimson painted the sky in the southern direction, painting the sky as though it were dusk in the middle of the afternoon. It remained there for a moment, then slowly fell back down and appeared to land into the ocean. Two more appeared after that one had sank, appearing and disappearing in the same manner.
"They might be flares, ya know?" Raijin suggested after they turned to look at each other.
"TROUBLE," was all that Fujin cared to state.
"We should go and check it out….ugh," Seifer started before he doubled over and was sick over the side of the dock.
When he was done emptying the contents of his stomach, the trio looked outward across the ocean. Whatever it was, they wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Since I don't feel like typing out replies personally to all the reviews again (because carpal tunnel would suck!) I'd just like to let people know that I read them and love them with all my heart ^_^ Also, this chapter was written for the reviewer who asked for Seifer. Enjoy ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for any original characters and the idea for my story
"Another shot bartender!" shouted a rowdy man from a stool beside the counter of the Balamb bar which had moved from the hotel and to a place right across from Zell's mother's home. The patron's close-cropped blonde hair shone dully in the dim light of the bar, his blood-stained trench coat looking at the more sinister in the bad lighting. A gunblade sat beside him, dull from a long time of use without being re-sharpened. His glazed eyes looked behind him to the dark blue décor of the bar and noticed that no one was here. No one would be of course; it was around 1pm.
"Better slow down padnar," the barkeep drawled like a cowboy out of some old documentary movie. He wore a patch over one eye, his other eye a bright amethyst colour that seemed to peer right into his mind. He had a muscular build from working in the army before his eye was gouged out and most likely kept it from throwing drunken bums out of his bar. He wore a tattered blue muscle shirt that was stained with grease and Hyne only knew what else.
The barkeep put his elbows on the bar-counter and leaned forward until he was inches away from Seifer. Seifer leaned back a little, disgusted by the smell of his breath which was a potent mix of dried meats and several different kinds of cheese.
"Back off buddy," Seifer slurred, "I don't want to hurt you…" he reached down and lightly tapped his gunblade, "but I will if I have to."
The barkeep laughed heartily at this until his eye patch had almost fallen off his face and tears slid down his good eye. "If you could so much as break the skin of someone with that dull blade then I'd eat my eye patch!"
Seifer growled but was too wasted to think of a good reply. "Just hit me and be down with it."
The barkeep pulled out a large flask and poured some whiskey into his little shot glass. The clear brown liquid sat in the glass for only a moment as Seifer quickly grabbed the glass, tilted his head back and downed the alcohol with one swig. "More," he demanded as he slammed the shot glass back down on the navy, glass-ringed counter.
"I think you've had enough." Seifer glared hard at the man, but then in his drunkenness decided that he better leave him alone for the moment.
"Fine, I'm leaving." He stood up abruptly from his stool, swaying slightly back and forth. "If I can't get anymore drinks here then I'll go to some other bar!"
"There's no other bar in Balamb there bud," the bartender sneered, "And I think you should hang out here until you're sober enough to wander around in the streets."
"I'm not staying here any longer," Seifer snarled and grabbed his gunblade, "You can send the bill to Squall Leonhart of Balamb Garden."
"You can be sure I will," the bartender called after him as he strode out into the street. He lurched from side to side until he had to rest against the cold stone slab of a nearby building to try to regain his balance.
"What's the matter with Seifer? He isn't usually like this, ya know?" came a masculine voice from behind him. Seifer whirled around and came to face-to-face with the muscular, dark-skinned Raijin and the silver-haired Fujin.
"DRUNK." She brushed a stray strand of hair off her eye patch and looked at Seifer accusingly. "YOU PROMISED."
"Well, I can break my promises as I please," Seifer argued, "sides, I don't need either of you, so go away already!" He staggered off toward the dock, the other two members of his posse doggedly trailing him to the docks so that he wouldn't accidentally fall in and drown himself.
Suddenly, a bright arch of crimson painted the sky in the southern direction, painting the sky as though it were dusk in the middle of the afternoon. It remained there for a moment, then slowly fell back down and appeared to land into the ocean. Two more appeared after that one had sank, appearing and disappearing in the same manner.
"They might be flares, ya know?" Raijin suggested after they turned to look at each other.
"TROUBLE," was all that Fujin cared to state.
"We should go and check it out….ugh," Seifer started before he doubled over and was sick over the side of the dock.
When he was done emptying the contents of his stomach, the trio looked outward across the ocean. Whatever it was, they wanted to get to the bottom of it.