A knock at the door woke him from his reverie.
'Squall?' Quistis said softly as she poked her head around the door.
'Yeah?' Squall answered sitting up and running a hand through his hair to unstuck it from the side of his head.
'Time to get dressed for the dance, if you're up for it.' Quistis told him grinning.
'Okay, I'm fine now though I may regret it when I find out what you and Selphie have picked out for me.' Squall replied.
Quistis gave him a mock glare as she pushed the door open for him to see the suit she held in her hand on its hanger.
'Is this to your satisfaction?' she asked sarcastically.
'I don't know, you know how hard us men are to dress.' Squall teased, taking the suit out of her hands.
'You got ten minutes to change or Selphie will come drag you out.' Quistis told him starting to pull the door shut.
'Yes ma'am!' Squall mocked with a salute.
Quistis glared at him and shut the door. Squall opened out the suit, relieved that Selphie knew he hated frills on a suit and had got him a simple but tasteful black suit with a white shirt and black bowtie.
He changed into the suit, straightening out the jacket so it hung comfortably on him. He slipped the bowtie around his neck grimacing as he tucked it under the shirt collar and straightened it out. He then sat on his bed as he slipped on a pair of shiny black and stylish shoes that had been left for him before checking himself in the mirror and then steeped out into the corridor to meet Selphie and Quistis.
As he stepped out of the door there was a wolf-whistle and he turned to find Selphie grinning. What she was wearing took his breath away. She was wearing a yellow ball gown with thin straps and a revealing yet respectable neckline. His eye moved down to the lacy bodice and to the flowing pleats of the dress which just reached the floor.
'I'm glad someone like it.' She giggled.
Squall coughed embarrassedly 'Yes, it's very nice' he told her hoping he wasn't blushing too much.
He turned from Selphie to hide his embarrassment only to be met with an equally stunning vision.
Quistis stood in front of him, her long blonde hair undone and flowing across her bare shoulders, wearing a tight peach coloured strapless dress which went down to her knees. She was also wearing pale pink gloves.
'Have we done looking?' she teased raising an eyebrow.
'I'm going to be killed when I walk in with you two.' Squall told them smiling.
'And why's that?' Selphie asked taking his arm as Quistis took the other.
'Well I think just about all the guys will be jealous that I'm with you whilst all the girls will be wishing they looked like you.' He replied.
'Hmm was that a compliment Squall?' Quistis teased.
'No just honesty. Now shall we?' Squall answered as he led the way to the dance.
They stepped through the doors to the amphitheatre to be dazzled by the bright colours of the decorations and the music playing in the background over the hum of voices which, stopped instantly as everyone turned to look at them.
The voices returned as everyone looked away and started talking again. The three if them walked over to a small table draped with a white tablecloth, silver candlesticks placed in the centre while gold edged place cards with their names showed them to their seats.
'Spared no expenses I see.' Squall said smiling softly.
'Well the opening night has to be big!' Selphie gushed.
'Care to dance?' Squall asked Selphie extending his hand to her.
Selphie giggled in surprise and embarrassment and took his hand 'Of course.' She replied grinning.
Sqall slowly led her onto the dance floor as a slow song was playing. Selphie held onto his hand as his other went to her hip and she rested her free hand on his shoulder. They danced slowly stepping back a few steps then a few to the side and around in a square, Squall occasionally twirling Selphies petite form.
He looked down into her eyes as she smiled up at him and he fought the visions that wanted to flash before his eyes. He wanted to see Selphie as she was now not form the lust crazed then.
In a darkened corner a tall figure in a cowboy hat stood against a pillar watching them dance, his cheeks reddening slowly in anger and drunkenness.
The dancing continued Squall not wanting to let her go. It was their fourth consecutive dance and sweat beaded his forehead and soaked the small of his back. They were so close together now Squall having slid his other hand to her hips whilst Selphie had wrapped her arms around his next and rested her head on his chest.
The music was so slow now and a deep soulful tune that the couples on the dance floor slowly rocked in time to the music.
Selphie's hair tickled Squall's chin as he swayed with her in his arms, now wrapped around her waist.
Squall felt a hand roughly pull his arm tearing him away from Selphie in surprise. Squall was spun round as Selphie yelped in shock and he found himself looking into Irvine's bloodshot eyes, his face red with alcohol which was crystallising on his breath and his body trembling with anger.
'Get your hands off her!' Irvine growled and swung for Squall before giving him chance to say anything.
Squall was able to bring an arm up, blocking Irvine's fist making him sway drunkenly.
'What's the matter with you?' Squall asked, still in shock, adrenaline flooding his veins.
'Selphie's mine...' Irvine slurred.
'I am not yours!' Selphie snapped poking him in the chest angrily.
'You had your chance Irvine but you threw it away to be a stud so don't come trying to act like you own, I own myself!' Selphie hissed at him as everyone turned to watch the scene while Squall gazed at Selphie in surprise at her anger.
'And as for Squall we were just dancing!' she yelled and strode away from him.
Squall felt a twinge of hurt 'Only a dance?' he thought to himself.
'Irvine you're drunk, it might be best if you went and slept it off.' He said to a dumbstruck Irvine.
Squall then chased after Selphie.
'Selphie wait up!' he called after her.
She spun round with an evil look and her mouth ready to yell until she realised who it was and her face softened.
'Are you okay?' Squall asked softly.
'Yeah, just annoyed at that jerk. He's ruined the dance now.' Selphie replied her voice tinged with bitterness.
Squall put a comforting arm around her 'Well everyone has gone back to dancing now.' He told her.
'I can't go back in, I don't want to see him. Squall will you come with me to my room? I just need to get away but I don't want to be alone.' She told him looking up at him expectantly.
'Of course. I came to see you remember.' He replied smiling and softly squeezing her.
'Thanks.' She said grinning and led him to her room.
'Squall?' Quistis said softly as she poked her head around the door.
'Yeah?' Squall answered sitting up and running a hand through his hair to unstuck it from the side of his head.
'Time to get dressed for the dance, if you're up for it.' Quistis told him grinning.
'Okay, I'm fine now though I may regret it when I find out what you and Selphie have picked out for me.' Squall replied.
Quistis gave him a mock glare as she pushed the door open for him to see the suit she held in her hand on its hanger.
'Is this to your satisfaction?' she asked sarcastically.
'I don't know, you know how hard us men are to dress.' Squall teased, taking the suit out of her hands.
'You got ten minutes to change or Selphie will come drag you out.' Quistis told him starting to pull the door shut.
'Yes ma'am!' Squall mocked with a salute.
Quistis glared at him and shut the door. Squall opened out the suit, relieved that Selphie knew he hated frills on a suit and had got him a simple but tasteful black suit with a white shirt and black bowtie.
He changed into the suit, straightening out the jacket so it hung comfortably on him. He slipped the bowtie around his neck grimacing as he tucked it under the shirt collar and straightened it out. He then sat on his bed as he slipped on a pair of shiny black and stylish shoes that had been left for him before checking himself in the mirror and then steeped out into the corridor to meet Selphie and Quistis.
As he stepped out of the door there was a wolf-whistle and he turned to find Selphie grinning. What she was wearing took his breath away. She was wearing a yellow ball gown with thin straps and a revealing yet respectable neckline. His eye moved down to the lacy bodice and to the flowing pleats of the dress which just reached the floor.
'I'm glad someone like it.' She giggled.
Squall coughed embarrassedly 'Yes, it's very nice' he told her hoping he wasn't blushing too much.
He turned from Selphie to hide his embarrassment only to be met with an equally stunning vision.
Quistis stood in front of him, her long blonde hair undone and flowing across her bare shoulders, wearing a tight peach coloured strapless dress which went down to her knees. She was also wearing pale pink gloves.
'Have we done looking?' she teased raising an eyebrow.
'I'm going to be killed when I walk in with you two.' Squall told them smiling.
'And why's that?' Selphie asked taking his arm as Quistis took the other.
'Well I think just about all the guys will be jealous that I'm with you whilst all the girls will be wishing they looked like you.' He replied.
'Hmm was that a compliment Squall?' Quistis teased.
'No just honesty. Now shall we?' Squall answered as he led the way to the dance.
They stepped through the doors to the amphitheatre to be dazzled by the bright colours of the decorations and the music playing in the background over the hum of voices which, stopped instantly as everyone turned to look at them.
The voices returned as everyone looked away and started talking again. The three if them walked over to a small table draped with a white tablecloth, silver candlesticks placed in the centre while gold edged place cards with their names showed them to their seats.
'Spared no expenses I see.' Squall said smiling softly.
'Well the opening night has to be big!' Selphie gushed.
'Care to dance?' Squall asked Selphie extending his hand to her.
Selphie giggled in surprise and embarrassment and took his hand 'Of course.' She replied grinning.
Sqall slowly led her onto the dance floor as a slow song was playing. Selphie held onto his hand as his other went to her hip and she rested her free hand on his shoulder. They danced slowly stepping back a few steps then a few to the side and around in a square, Squall occasionally twirling Selphies petite form.
He looked down into her eyes as she smiled up at him and he fought the visions that wanted to flash before his eyes. He wanted to see Selphie as she was now not form the lust crazed then.
In a darkened corner a tall figure in a cowboy hat stood against a pillar watching them dance, his cheeks reddening slowly in anger and drunkenness.
The dancing continued Squall not wanting to let her go. It was their fourth consecutive dance and sweat beaded his forehead and soaked the small of his back. They were so close together now Squall having slid his other hand to her hips whilst Selphie had wrapped her arms around his next and rested her head on his chest.
The music was so slow now and a deep soulful tune that the couples on the dance floor slowly rocked in time to the music.
Selphie's hair tickled Squall's chin as he swayed with her in his arms, now wrapped around her waist.
Squall felt a hand roughly pull his arm tearing him away from Selphie in surprise. Squall was spun round as Selphie yelped in shock and he found himself looking into Irvine's bloodshot eyes, his face red with alcohol which was crystallising on his breath and his body trembling with anger.
'Get your hands off her!' Irvine growled and swung for Squall before giving him chance to say anything.
Squall was able to bring an arm up, blocking Irvine's fist making him sway drunkenly.
'What's the matter with you?' Squall asked, still in shock, adrenaline flooding his veins.
'Selphie's mine...' Irvine slurred.
'I am not yours!' Selphie snapped poking him in the chest angrily.
'You had your chance Irvine but you threw it away to be a stud so don't come trying to act like you own, I own myself!' Selphie hissed at him as everyone turned to watch the scene while Squall gazed at Selphie in surprise at her anger.
'And as for Squall we were just dancing!' she yelled and strode away from him.
Squall felt a twinge of hurt 'Only a dance?' he thought to himself.
'Irvine you're drunk, it might be best if you went and slept it off.' He said to a dumbstruck Irvine.
Squall then chased after Selphie.
'Selphie wait up!' he called after her.
She spun round with an evil look and her mouth ready to yell until she realised who it was and her face softened.
'Are you okay?' Squall asked softly.
'Yeah, just annoyed at that jerk. He's ruined the dance now.' Selphie replied her voice tinged with bitterness.
Squall put a comforting arm around her 'Well everyone has gone back to dancing now.' He told her.
'I can't go back in, I don't want to see him. Squall will you come with me to my room? I just need to get away but I don't want to be alone.' She told him looking up at him expectantly.
'Of course. I came to see you remember.' He replied smiling and softly squeezing her.
'Thanks.' She said grinning and led him to her room.