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How to Annoy an Angsting Host
Visitor: Nanaki/Red XIII
Having a bar installed was the best decision Vincent ever made. Between being shot with his own gun, sexually assaulted in his bathtub, losing his wallet to a lustful housewife, and becoming eye candy for a hormonal blonde turk, Vincent had built up the need to drink. HARD.
The dozens of empty bottles of assorted liquor strewn around the lounge were proof. A lot had happened. Meteorfall, Sephiroth, atonement. In truth, he was glad he had met Cloud and the others, and he beleived the planet and Lucrecia would forgive him, since he helped save it.
But why did people need to KEEP relying on him? Through his dizzy mind, full of alcohol and dancing Chocobos, Vincent asked this question again and again, as the door to his estate was once again heard opening. He cursed himself for not investing in a lock sooner.
"Vincent? Do I even want to know?" A wise voice. A refined and well educated canine voice. Nanaki.
"...bathtub rape..." Vincent slurred out as Red played with the intoxicated gunman's lower lip. "Nude Tifa..."
"Tifa is having an affair...?" Whispered a wide eyed Red.
Shaking his head, violently, Vincent attempted to stand. His cloak had managed to turn the other way around, and his gun was in his hand with an itchy trigger finger.
"I don't think so... but she has nice..." A breast motion made Red a little more concerned. But more so for Vincent's mental state. Maybe he should cut to the chase.
"Cloud and Tifa sent me in here because they heard screaming and bawling all of yesterday." Pausing to admire Vincent's empty booze bottle collection. "... this wasn't it was it?"
Spinning round on one of his spiked toes, and shooting out a window at the front of the house, much to the shock of Nanaki. "Nah... that's just me..." Finding his way to the floor on all fours, Vincent became suddenly amused with Nanaki's flaming tail.
"Hey Red... whassat anyway...?" He slurred, batting it a couple of times with his hand.
"Uh... that's my tail Vincent. How much have you had anywa-" Yelping like a puppy that has just been hit by a lawnmower, Red was now running round the Lounge in circles as Vincent clung to his tail for dear life. "Vincent stop it! Get off! Not funny!!"
Suddenly, Nanaki was tripped as Vincent threw a hand out and grabbed his back legs. The huge hound soon found himself turned into a mule, as a giggling gunman leapt onto his back tugging at his tail.
Oh the fun of afternoon Binge drinking.
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The lawnmower was fun :P