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Rinoa lay asleep next to him, he watched the steady rise and fall of her back. Seifer was dominating his thoughts, it felt as if he was waking up from a daze, the moment had felt more real than the year that had passed. He didn't understand what was going on, nor could he sleep. Something deeper was bothering him about the whole thing, but Seifer seemed the same, rude as ever but not unusual for him.
Why had he felt Seifer to be different towards him? Why did that even bother him? He had acted differently too, so why did he expect anything less?
He got up to shower, hoping a warm distraction would dull his mind and sense.
He always loved the white noise of the shower, how everything stopped existing. When he was in it, he would stay for an hour, only realizing it when the water turned cold.
Now, turning the stream off, he slipped back into bed, wrapping an arm around Rinoa's small figure and forced his mind to go blank, which the shower helped with.
"Squall?" Raijin almost choked on his drink, "What's he doing here, ya know?"
"How the hell should I know," Seifer grumbled, already half out of his wits.
His body was sore as hell from work, and he noticed the more he drank, the more pleasantly numb he felt, so obviously he was drinking himself silly.
"The happy couple decided to descend their throne and see how the commoners were doing," he downed one more shot, his body lazy and slack against the chair he sat in. He was grateful for its back, he could hardly support himself.
"Whoa dude. You're drinking too fast." Raijin held Seifer arm as he almost slid off the chair to the floor.
Seifer mumbled something, slumping forward on the wet table. Fujin was watching him over her drink quietly; she nodded towards Seifer, "home?" Raijin nodded, "good idea."
The large bulky man pulled the boneless Seifer off his seat, almost carrying Seifer over his shoulder as he slipped an arm around Seifer. Fujin slipped under Seifers' other arm as they led him out of the bar.
"Fucks sake, let me drink! I've earned it," Seifer thought he said, but how it came out was a different story. "You've drunk enough. You can't even walk," Fujin stated. She now usually spoke like a normal person, thanks to certain classes Raijin had suggested she take.
"Bitches," Seifer slurred, his head hanging forward lifelessly, "see if I let you drink," he trailed off. He was exhausted, and now sobering up a bit from the cold of the night, realized they had been right; he just wanted to sleep.
Almost an hour later, Seifer was still awake, though barely awake.
He was pissed; fuck Squall and his fucking commander position. Hero my ass, Rinoa's bitch is more like it. He was disgusted by him, and hoped he'd never see that pussy ass again.
In his drunken stupor, he fell asleep contently and completely unaware of what an uncomfortable position he slept in till he got up the next day, groaning from his sore body.
