title: room with a view
word count: 262
pairing: reno/tifa
summary: i don't really remember the word that inspired this piece. it's basically a fun drabble about what happens at closing time.
It was a late Saturday night – going into morning – as Tifa Lockhart began to close up the bar. She was very aware of her one remaining customer (how could she not be?) but decided against attending to him. The bastard can get things himself, she thought as she wiped down the countertop.
The bartender began to wipe down tables, grimacing at some of the more disgusting messes. Slowly, she walked back to the counter, her back facing her guest. Tifa took off her gloves and set them on the counter, but a materia was knocked loose and fell to the ground.
Without thinking, the fighter bent over and picked up the glowing green orb. When she straightened back up, she heard a long whistle and she whipped around to face the customer.
"Nice view there, Tif," the man chuckled out, winking at her and arrogantly flipping back his flaming red hair.
Tifa glared at him. "Shut up, Reno."
"Hey, I'm just saying," he replied defensively, though she could see the laughter plain as day on his face.
"Get out and go home, Reno," Tifa muttered darkly, crossing her arms in front of her chest when she noticed his gaze lingering there.
"Aww, c'mon, Tiffers –"
"Go."
Reno chuckled. "A'right, a'right, I'm going." The Turk stood up to go, then turned back to Tifa. "So I'll see you tomorrow?" The bartender rolled her eyes but nodded. The redhead winked at her again before cockily striding out of the bar.
"Pervert," Tifa murmured, putting down her materia and going to finish her closing-time tasks.
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