Chapter Four:
Bar Talk
"So there I was. Serving customers in my bar like usual and in walks Yuffie. Crashing my whole life down to bit within a two day period." Tifa thought to her self, sitting in the back kitchen fiddling with a straw in a beer. "Miss. Lockheart!" squalled Lisa. "I'm here!" she said with a smile, sitting her baggage down on the floor. "Lisa, your working the bar today. You burn to much meat." Said Tifa with a sigh, staring at the straw, twisting it and turning it aimlessly. "Are you ok?" Lisa walked towards her. "You know, if anything's wrong, I'm always here for you." She gave her another big smile. "Thanks Lisa," she looked at her with a forced smile "I'll remember that." Lisa rubbed Tifa's shoulder, and walked into the main bar area.
"Hey Lisa, where's sexy little Tifa! No one wants your scrawny ass!" cried out a man from the dark area of the bar. Lisa stuck her nose up, "Oh leave me alo-" "Say something else to her," interrupted Tifa. "And I'll knock your ass out." Tifa walked from the kitchen door beside Lisa. "Thank you Miss. Lockheart!" she giggled like a ninny. "Your wel." "You've never been nice to me!" "Well." "Your so sweet!" "Would you stop interrupting me?!" said Tifa. "Sorry." Lisa looked away and began mixing drinks again. "I want to see you before you leave." Said Tifa, and walked back in the kitchen.
Six O'clock came, and in walked Lisa. "Everyone's gone early tonight." Said Lisa, walking towards a chair. "Figures, it's Sunday." Said Tifa, lighting a cigarette watching Lisa. "All the drunks are off to church." Winked Tifa, but Lisa only stared. "What's wrong Miss. Lockheart? Your not your usual cranky overbearing self." She smiled. "Thanks, you're so sweet." Tifa grinned, still watching Lisa. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, I actually like it. Your so strong." Lisa said turning away. "Now what's the matter?" "A ghost has walked back in my life." Tifa sighed, plucking the ashes of her cigarette onto the floor. "Do you remember me telling you about Aerith, after all those rumors started flying?" asked Tifa. "Yes ma'am." "Well guess what, when I left she was curled in my bed sleeping." And she went on to tell the complete story. "That's weird. But why did you talk to an Angel?" asked Lisa. She had moved over the floor in front of Tifa, interested like a little child hearing a fairy tale. "I don't know. As I said, she's different, has no personality." "Are you going to talk to Miss. Yuffie?" "Again, I don't know. I need to. She's acting weird as well. She said Sephiroth was alive too, but since then she hasn't mentioned him." Said Yuffie, looking away from the innocent blue eyes. "Was Aerith with him?" asked Lisa. "That's what she said. Lisa, would you do something for me?" asked Tifa, now staring back into her eyes. "Sure!" squalled Lisa. "Fuck me, so I can forget about this for a little while." Said Tifa, with no change in facial expression. Lisa's eyes grew wide, as the dark haired figure moved down from her chair and crawled on top of her.
Bar Talk
"So there I was. Serving customers in my bar like usual and in walks Yuffie. Crashing my whole life down to bit within a two day period." Tifa thought to her self, sitting in the back kitchen fiddling with a straw in a beer. "Miss. Lockheart!" squalled Lisa. "I'm here!" she said with a smile, sitting her baggage down on the floor. "Lisa, your working the bar today. You burn to much meat." Said Tifa with a sigh, staring at the straw, twisting it and turning it aimlessly. "Are you ok?" Lisa walked towards her. "You know, if anything's wrong, I'm always here for you." She gave her another big smile. "Thanks Lisa," she looked at her with a forced smile "I'll remember that." Lisa rubbed Tifa's shoulder, and walked into the main bar area.
"Hey Lisa, where's sexy little Tifa! No one wants your scrawny ass!" cried out a man from the dark area of the bar. Lisa stuck her nose up, "Oh leave me alo-" "Say something else to her," interrupted Tifa. "And I'll knock your ass out." Tifa walked from the kitchen door beside Lisa. "Thank you Miss. Lockheart!" she giggled like a ninny. "Your wel." "You've never been nice to me!" "Well." "Your so sweet!" "Would you stop interrupting me?!" said Tifa. "Sorry." Lisa looked away and began mixing drinks again. "I want to see you before you leave." Said Tifa, and walked back in the kitchen.
Six O'clock came, and in walked Lisa. "Everyone's gone early tonight." Said Lisa, walking towards a chair. "Figures, it's Sunday." Said Tifa, lighting a cigarette watching Lisa. "All the drunks are off to church." Winked Tifa, but Lisa only stared. "What's wrong Miss. Lockheart? Your not your usual cranky overbearing self." She smiled. "Thanks, you're so sweet." Tifa grinned, still watching Lisa. "I didn't mean it in a bad way, I actually like it. Your so strong." Lisa said turning away. "Now what's the matter?" "A ghost has walked back in my life." Tifa sighed, plucking the ashes of her cigarette onto the floor. "Do you remember me telling you about Aerith, after all those rumors started flying?" asked Tifa. "Yes ma'am." "Well guess what, when I left she was curled in my bed sleeping." And she went on to tell the complete story. "That's weird. But why did you talk to an Angel?" asked Lisa. She had moved over the floor in front of Tifa, interested like a little child hearing a fairy tale. "I don't know. As I said, she's different, has no personality." "Are you going to talk to Miss. Yuffie?" "Again, I don't know. I need to. She's acting weird as well. She said Sephiroth was alive too, but since then she hasn't mentioned him." Said Yuffie, looking away from the innocent blue eyes. "Was Aerith with him?" asked Lisa. "That's what she said. Lisa, would you do something for me?" asked Tifa, now staring back into her eyes. "Sure!" squalled Lisa. "Fuck me, so I can forget about this for a little while." Said Tifa, with no change in facial expression. Lisa's eyes grew wide, as the dark haired figure moved down from her chair and crawled on top of her.