Sunday
Please, Don't Go
Tifa was relieved they were leaving. Why the two Turks had to be the last customers tonight, she'll never know. Her fingers hit the teller keys rapidly to tally their tab, one tapping the machine's side impatiently as if the action would hurry the signal for payment approval.
"You sure we can't stay for another round?" Reno slurred, relaxing unsteadily against the bar. Rude predictably waited like a dutiful sidekick in silence, doubtlessly staring her down behind those expensive shades.
Tifa stayed mute, lips pursed and eyes glaring. She'd had enough of the redhead's antics for the night. Three near bar fights, one pissed-off server who vowed to never go near him again, and two accidental magrod eruptions—the last catching Yuffie's hair on fire, and she was ready to toss him out and ban him once and for all.
"Aww, come on. Don't be like that, yo. We could all use some new beginnings, some—friendly benefits," Reno said to her with a lecherous smirk. His fingers lingered on hers when she handed him his credit card. "It'll just be you, me—and Rude. I promise you won't be disappointed."
Tifa snatched her hand away, anger and disgust flashing in her eyes. "Don't make me throw you out of here, Reno," she snapped and dragged a cold hand over her face, unwilling to let his lewd suggestion flush her cheeks. He'd get too much thrill out of that. "I want no part of you! Now, go home."
"Babe, babe. You don't know what you're missing," he said, drunkenly rubbing a hand across his bare chest. "Every part of me will have you begging for me to stay until sunrise. You'll never want me to leave—any part of me. Hell, I even beg myself when I'm taking a shit. Please, don't go."
Rude let out an involuntary snort and grabbed his partner by the scruff, dragging him away from the counter and yanking him out the door. "Let's go, charmer." The bald man pinched his lips together, attempting to control his mirth as he nodded at Tifa and guided his inebriated cohort down the porch steps into the street.
Tifa slammed the door and locked it forcefully. She leaned against the frame as she slid down and irritably blew her bangs out of her eyes. Why the hell did the Turks have to drink at 7th Heaven every night?