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How to Annoy and Angsting Host
Visitor: Tifa Lockheart
A quiet life. Yes. Such bliss. Vincent lay with his back slouched into the world's comfiest chair, with his table upon the world's more perfect Coffee table. With the most emotional romantic novel he could procure from the Estate library in the basement. A relaxed smile upon his face, Vincent didn't know what could possibly go wrong.
"Vincent...?" Mumbled the voice of a young, yet mature woman. "Vincent where are you?"
Sighing, and massaging his temples in despair, Vincent called through the spider web ridden halls:
"I'm in the Ballroom..." The ballroom, that had in fact become his living room and all purpose chamber of sloth.
Poking her head round the corner, with a tender smile that on any other day, would have lifted Vincent's spirit a little, Tifa Lockheart stepped in. She covered up her housewife's repulse at the state that Vincent kept the room, but couldn't resist:
"Yeesh, didn't the Turks teach cleanliness and manners? Where's my hello?"
"Hello Tifa... what's wrong?"
Mockingly taken aback, Tifa lay an ettiquette filled hand to her bussom with replied with:
"My dear Vincent! Do I bother you with nothing but my sorrows?"
A witty comeback or six were lined up in Vincent's head, but he had angered Tifa once before, and still had the LARGE scars in the shape of a bar stool to prove it.
"Actually Vincent... there was something... I wanted to ask you..."
The barmaid smirked as she straddled herself over and onto Vincent persuasively. Although this now meant he couldn't escape from his seat.
"What is it Tifa?"
"I need a favour Vincent. Could I maybe borrow a little something...?"
She half jokingly, half seriously trying to seduce him into agreeing, slouched her body in towards his more. Before two musuclar arms hand grabbed her shoulders and were holding her like a human hot dog.
"How much."
"2000 Gil." Tifa said instantly, biting her lower lip.
"... anything else?" Vincent said, leaving the frozen Tifa sitting awkwardly on his lap, as he fished out his wallet. Looking back up with the money, Vincent's eyes widened as he saw that Tifa was standing over him in naught but her underwear.
"I need to use your washing machine too..." Taking the money from the flabbergasted Vincent, and leaning in to give him a massive hug, Tifa skipped victoriously towards the door that lead through to the kitchen, slipping the last of her clothing off too.
"Thanks Vincent!" She said, cutely blowing him a kiss while concealing herself perfectly.
Fantasy struck, Vincent didn't hear the voices of Tifa, and her accomplice Yuffie Kisaragi, celebrating over the success of the plan...
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On a side note, YES I know there was an Error in the previous chapter.