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Hello! I hope you're all enjoying it so far! Here's prompt 2.

Edit: thanks to my kind reviewer, I've fixed the spelling mistakes here! Apologies for that - I'm an absolutely terrible proofreader... :|

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094. Alcohol

Yuna wiped her forehead with the back of her forearm, letting out a tired breath. Today was the day of one of the Bliztball Championship games at the stadium in Zanarkand, so the bar was heaving. Her shoes were all sticky with alcohol and even though she was wearing a summer outfit in the middle of winter, she was still burning behind the bar.

There seemed to be a never-ending wave of people coming over, swarms of excited and tipsy blitzball fans all singing team songs or shouting about how they thought the tactics would be played out. Honestly, Yuna didn't care about blitzball all that much. All she knew was that the Zanarkand Abes were mostly famous young kids, and that it looked amazing when the ball of water lit up like the brightest crystal she'd ever seen. One of her childhood friends was a bliztball player, and even though he wasn't high up nor full professional, she still thought he did an amazing, difficult job. To entertain so many people, she thought, must be a gift in life.

The wave of people carried on and Yuna dashed here there and everywhere around the bar - a beer, a cider, a vodka and lemonade; the list was endless. Yuna had been doing bar work for a year now in the evenings after college, but she didn't really drink alcohol herself all that much. Watching a lot of drunk people doing relentlessly stupid things was quite enough to put her off - and watching her cousin Rikku being sick at least seven times in one night, and then taking care of her had been a little off-putting.

The crowd finally thinned out, and most went to go and take their seats for the opening act. A band of some kind, usually. Yuna looked over at the bliztball dome as it began lighting up and Sally, her bar mate, went back to the kitchen to check a few things.

Yuna lent back against the back edge of the bar area, watching the lights and noise with a faint smile,

"Hey!" A voice called, jogging over to the bar. It was a blonde man, handsome, about her age, and smiling in a way that Yuna couldn't quite make out.

"Yes?" She responded, walking to the front edge of the bar. "What can I get for you?"

"Just a lemonade please." He watched as she nodded, and went to fill up a plastic cup for him. "We're going on soon but one of my teammates forgot to drink anything or buy a drink." He explained although Yuna hadn't a clue what he was going on about anyway. She walked over to him, holding the plastic cup and examining his face closely. Hadn't she seen him before? In the newspapers or wait, no, on the poster on her classmates' walls...?

"Oh!" She exclaimed, and he laughed.

"That unrecognisable outside of a TV?"

Yuna laughed nervously and shook her head. "No, sorry." She places the lemonade in front of him. "That's 12G please."

He nodded, counting out the change before placing it in her outstretched hand. "Say, what's your name?"

Yuna's eyebrows raised. "My name?"

"Yeah. Mine's Tidus."

"Yuna."

He smiled only on one side. "Well, Yuna, when're you next free?"

Her eyes widened, and she frowned, a bit suspicious that such a good-looking, famous young man would suddenly approach her with what she thought was a date. She liked film cliches and trashy romance plots as much as the next person - but wasn't this just a bit much? "Free? Free for what?"

Tidus shrugged. "Whatever you want."

Yuna didn't want to offend him but it did feel awfully suspicious. "Let's... go to the markets."

Tidus chuckled. "Markets it is."

"I'm free on Monday, after 4 - all day." She blurted quickly, to not let this chance go. He was just her type, after all. Besides, maybe there was a chance that he'd had his eye on her from afar for a while now, but was too shy to say anything. But maybe he was a serial killer - who knew?

"Where shall I pick you up?"

"The front of Zanarkand University. Just inside the gates, under the sycamore tree. I'll be waiting." She smiled, and like most people, he seemed to do a double take when he looked at her eyes. It was so common she didn't really notice it anymore - she only noticed now because she was so busy watching him.

"I'll see you then." He inclined his head slightly, took the lemonade and jogged off. Yuna watched him go with a slightly odd feeling. She was terrified and excited all at once. She just hoped he wasn't going to live up to the bliztballer reputation. She sighed, going back to her spot watching the performance. There wouldn't be people coming for drinks for ages, so she could stand there contently for a while with new butterflies in her stomach, feeling the sticky alcohol beneath her the soles of her shoes.

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