Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.Squaresoft does. It's the same for all my fics. This story will have 2 chapters.
"Bloody shit,"Seifer muttered as he snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it and a newspaper onto the floor. The headlines were screaming out news about the wedding of the future Estharian president to a powerful sorceress. Seifer knew both of them. Why, he had even dated the sorceress. The imminent president had been his arch-rival. A smile appeared on his lips. I am acquainted with famous people,aren't I? he thought.
"Hey, kid! This isn't your house to throw things around whenever you feel like it! I paid good money for those newspaper racks, ya know!" a shrill voice rang out.
Seifer ignored the coffeeshop owner and sauntered out of the place, wondering what to do next. He was 24; gifted but arrogant, and that was why he was still unemployed. He lived mostly on money from his friend, Quistis. God, she was loaded. He was not going to marry her yet, he still wanted freedom and enjoyed a bachelor's life.
Seifer whistled to himself as he strolled along the streets, bumping into many people who gave him insolent stares. He wandered around till night fell, then made his way to his favourite bar.
The massive Black Dragon loomed in front of Seifer as he approached. The Black Dragon was the largest bar in Esthar. It was packed with patrons, mostly rowdy men in their twnties or thirties. Each night, someone underaged was bound to be kicked out of the bar. Seifer strutted inside and slammed some coins on the counter,receiving a glass of beer in return.
He made his way through the crowd and managed to find a seat in a corner, as many of the patrons were on the dance floor.He raised the glass to his lips, and drank. He felt a warm, tingling sensation which made him ecstatic. Drinking was the only think that pleased hime.He could not care less for the world around him.
After draining his glass, he looked around and spied an elderly man peering at him. Seifer looked away, then lokked at him again. The man gazed at him intently, without batting an eyelid. Seifer noticed the man's balding chestnut hair,his pickle-green eyes, and his muscular arms, and the fact that he was not drinking anything. Seifer glared at the old man,hoping he would back off. I only want girls to look at me, not old farts! he thought.
The man sighed and heaved from his seat. He went over to Seifer and sat right across from him.
Seifer reacted. "Who are you?" he asked rudely.
To be continued