Authoress's note: Here's a little teaser from my next fic. Read and review hopefully :D


Shinra insisted that the concept of telephones was a very witty idea, a stroke of genius, he might add. And though it wasn't as sophisticated as his own invention, it was unquestionably beneficial to the rest of Spira; the commsphere network was on high maintenance at this point.

Gippal hated answering phones.

Especially--- when he was on a drinking binge on this glorious night.

As always, the fates were against Gippal.

The phone rang.

He let out a string of Al Bhed curses that even Cid would be proud of, and he stumbled off into the corner of the kitchen; he fought back a wave of dizziness, and to his surprise, managed to pick up the phone.

"Who the hell is this!" he demanded heatedly.

The small voice on the other side of phone sounded hoarse and strained. "Gippal, I-I need your help, I don't think--."

"--Cid's girl?" He croaked questionably in his drunken stupor.

There was a muffled sound in the background.

A click resounded and the phone line went dead.