Disclaimer : Is this disclaimer really necessary? I honestly don't own Euro trip, or even final fantasy eight. This makes me cry at night.
AN : I havn't seen this move for three weeks now, but seeing it so many times that day makes a lot of things stick up . . . I mean stick up in my mind. . . . oh you thought . . . perverted you are . . . control you lack . . . . I eat small people.
Chapter : 2 : Attempt to Galbadia
And so Zell had come at the urgings of his dear friend Squall.
" What's the big deal man?" Zell asked, not really expecting anything important to spew from the mouth of his fellow SeeD mercenary.
" I'm in love with Quistis!" Squall said to his friend , barely shocking him.
" I was really expecting this." Zell said confusing his friend. " And I'm happy that you decided to come out to me first, I would have to pummel you if you didn't."
" No Zell, Quistis is a girl." Squall retorted making Zell laugh a little.
" Okay, I get it. " Zell said. "Sometimes he's the girl, sometimes your the girl, sometimes you're both girls," Zell grinned perversly, " That's hot."
" No! Quistis is actually a girl, and I told her to keep her Galbadian hands off of my testicals!" Squall shouted at the fist fighter from Balamb.
" Well than that seems to be the exact opposite of what you want now doesn't it." Zell said.
" I even told her things that I would never have told you." Squall moaned.
" What things?" The Dincht boy asked curiously.
" Nothing. " Squall said.
" Come on tell me! " Zell urged.
" Whatever, it's just a figure of speech." Squall sighed thoughtfully. " I got to get there quickly. I'm going to Galbadia." He turned to Zell.
" Correction, we're going to Galbadia." Zell said.
" What about the twins?" Squall asked.
" They said something about going to Timber." Zell replied.
" What do you mean that there isn't a train going to Galbadia!" Squall yelled, starting to scare the woman who handled the ticket stand.
" The last one departed yesterday, and another one won't be here for at least two weeks." The woman meekly replied. " There is, however, a train going to winhill. It cost twice as much than if you just waited."
" Squall, we could always just do that delivery thing!" Zell shouted.
" Explain."
" My brother went to Esthar like five years ago for a college program. He was killed shortly after arriving because he didn't know their laws were reeally strict on the drinking age. " Zell said excitedly.
" Zell, you don't have a brother." Squall said slowly, starting to doubt Zell's mental capabilities once again.
" Exactly, but the point is we can get there cheap." Zell said.
Squall sighed but accepted.
Ten Minutes Later . . .
" Zell," Squall said. They were riding in th e first class on the way to Winhill
" Yeah." Zell said, answering his friends call.
" Thanks man."
" No, thank you. This is a great oppurtunity for me to expand my sexual horizons." Zell said in an inspiring tone of voice. This made Squall think a bit.
" What do you mean Zell?" Squall said.
" Galbadia is known for its sexual freedom and kinky sex."
" You've thought a lot about this haven't you?" Squall asks, gaining a weird sort of sense of respect for his immature friend.
" It's my passion."
ring...ring...ring
" Hello," Zell said into his cell phone. He put his hand over it and said, "It's my boss from the office my ma got me a job at." He uncovered the phone, " Yes sir, I'm looking for the Webstein file right now. . . . . Yes sir, I'll get back to you on that."
" I had a job as a park ranger before I decided to go on this trip." Squall said.
" How did that go for you?"
FlashBack
Squall looked around, basking in the silence.
" This isn't so bad. I wonder why they pay me so much.?"
Suddenly a bear ran up and punched him in the face. " AHH!!" Squall fell down with a yell. The bear leaned down and started punching him from that angle. The damge done my the bear was two black eyes, a busted lip, a swollen cheek, a broken rib and a deep gash across the chest from where the bear swiped at him after it was done beating him up.
After awhile, the bear went away, and even later Squall woke up. " Is it gone?" Suddenly a rabbit came up. " At least you're not a dangerous creature." Then the animal's eyes started to glow a fierce red and its mouth opened to reveal two rows of sharp teeth and fangs. It then leapt on top of him and bit his arm.
" Not again!" Squall cried out painfully.
End FlashBack
" It was alright." Squall said rubbing his arm subconciously.
" Okay, wake me up when we get there." Zell said, the last Squall heard from him the rest of the way there was sleeptalking, and what he said almost made Squall crack a smile.
" I'll give you the same advice my father gave me," Zell said in his sleep talking," they can't say no if they're inflatable."
" So what do you want to do until our next train comes in? I hear the sights around here are pretty good." Squall said to his friend, as they had just gotten off in winhill.
" I have a better idea since . . ." Zell said.
" . . . There's no drinking age in Winhill?" Squall finished.
" Exactly."
Twenty Minutes Later . . . .
" The Flipped-out Farmer Tavern?" Zell read, "Good enough for me." And with that, the two friends walked forward into the unknown reaches of the bar.
" I'll have a whisky." Squall said to the bartender, this somehow made the rest of the bar become deafeningly quiet. He looked around. " What? "
" What are ya doin in here lad? " A man said to them as his friends garbed in some weird red uniforms surrounded them.
" Oh great, Triple Triad hooligans." Zell said exasperated.
" We are the Winhill Triads. Now I repeat, who are ya?" The leader of the quiet mob said.
" We are , uh, the president and vice-president of your fan-club." Squall said unsurely, he had forgotten his gun-blade, and he had been to one bar already. He wouldn't be able to take this many people on in a fight.
" Prove it lad." One of them shouted, thus gaining many loud shouts of approval from the other crazy drunken hooligans.
And so Squall started singing an old song, and about half -way through said, " Cuz I'll be watching the Winhill Triads on television because they are the best damn card team to ever exist!" About one-third of the way through the song Zell had joined him.
The Triads looked around the room, staring at each other in a silent discussion. Then the leader said," Pretty damn good lad, pretty damn good." He said this while slowly nodding his head in approval. And for the next eight hours, all one could hear around there was the sound of drinking and partying. If one had looked through the window at the right time, they would see a triad member breaking a empty beer bottle on his head. And then Zell attempting to do the same, ending up knocked out on the pool table. Story of his life.
Several hours later Squall woke up to the sound of Zell's snoring and wind blowing through his hair. " I'm never drinking again." Getting a better look around, he noticed he was on the second story of a big red bus, the second story didn't have a roof. A few feet away lay Zell, snoring and smelling of almost as much booze as Squall himself. His eyes widened as he went to wake up Zell.
" Dude, wake the fuck up!" Squall shouted at Zell, who shot up at the sound.
" What is it man?" He took a look around, " Let's go check out with the team downstairs alright?" With that he went downstairs to talk to some man still awake and drinking. Squall, noticing it was noon, quickly followed. He found the Triad Captain and leader and started a hurried conversation.
" Where are we going?" Squall asked him fearfully, they could be anywhere by now.
The man simply laughed, beer on his breath. "We're going to Monday Beach City, it's just each of Timber, those owlen bastards." Squall wondered if owlen was even a word. He brushed the thought aside and went to Zell, only to hear the end of their conversation.
The end of it was of course Zell," Wow, you guys are on a whole new level of swearing over here."
" Zell, we're going to Monday Beach City!" Squall nearly shouted at his best friend.
" I know, butch here just told me." Zell replied. " I say we just go to Timber and then head to Galbadia from there."
" That's it! We can go there and meet up with Selphie and Nida." Squall figured out quickly. He gestured toward Zell's pocket, "Call them up and tell them we'll be there tomorrow, arrange the meeting place and all that shit." And with that Squall went upstairs on the bus to think about everything until they got to Monday Beach City.
AN: I won't tell you to review, though I certainly wouldn't mind. Tell me of any typos or spelling problems as well as anything flames you may have. Flames light the fire that burn down writers block. Whose idea was it to make that block out of wood anyway? Bastards.