The Mountains Win Again

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I haven't been really busy lately. Anyway, here's the next chapter. When I said the next two chapters would leave you smiling I wasn't really talking about the humor… What I'm talking about will probably end up happening in chapter ten.

Chapter nine

Seifer and Quistis walked into the restaurant, shaking off the cold.

"Well… That was insane." Seifer commented.

Quistis replied with a light laugh. "Let's just try to enjoy the rest of the evening."

The couple proceeded into the main section of the restaurant, toward the front counter. An arrogant looking man with a strange accent was at the cash register.

"Um… Hello." Seifer tried to get the attention of the obviously non-interested man.

"Yes sir?" He replied.

"I have reservations under the name Almasy." Seifer informed.

"Okay sir, just let me check the computer…" The man's fingers moved over the keys of the computer, as the monitor projected a dim blue hue upon his face. After a few minutes, Seifer and Quistis were beginning to become impatient, as the man raised his gaze. "I'm sorry sir, we have no reservations under that name."

Seifer narrowed his eyes, obviously angry. "Look you arrogant Frenchman-"

"What's a Frenchman?" Quistis interrupted.

Seifer ignored Quistis' question and continued arguing with the man. "I booked reservations a week in advance! I paid my entire month's salary just to get you people to think about giving me reservations! So God help you if that dcomputer screws up, because it's going to be your head on a stick!" Seifer screamed in the man's face.

The man showed no emotion whatsoever, as he replied. "Right this way sir." He led them to a vacant table, where two menus were already set. The man turned around and left, going back to his original post.

Quistis was baffled at how something like this would happen. "Seifer… Explain something to me. We came in, and they had lost our reservations. So a five-minute screaming session somehow convinced them to let us in… How did that happen?"

Seifer shrugged and picked up his menu.

Quistis did the same as the waiter approached the table.

"What will you be having to drink?" He inquired in all too familiar voice.

Seifer ignored the fact that he'd heard the voice before and ordered his drink. "What kind of wine do you carry?"

"Well, we have several nice brands of merlot, and…" The waiter began.

"How about a nice expensive merlot?" Seifer turned to Quistis, who nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, merlot it is then."

The waiter wrote down the order and left, as Seifer continued to ponder where he had heard that voice before.

"Seifer, you spoil me way too much." Quistis smiled.

"I could never give you too much Quistis. You've done so much for me it would be impossible to ever repay the debt, but this is just my small way of saying thank you." Seifer said as he took Quistis by the hand.

"Oh, stop it." Quistis replied.

Seifer slowly let go of Quistis hand and picked up his menu again. "So do you have any idea what you want yet?"

"I was thinking about just getting a nice cheap salad." Quistis said as the looked at the large menu she had been given.

"Don't hold back. Get whatever you want." Seifer encouraged.

"But I would feel bad spending all of your money." Quistis argued.

"Quis… Don't worry about it, I convinced Cid to loan me his credit card."

"Oh." Quistis said with amazement. "Well in that case, I was thinking of getting this nice grilled chicken salad, with a side of that soup that they say is so good here…"

"Get whatever you want. I've decided on the 23oz rib eye…" Seifer said.

"23oz?" Quistis somehow looked surprised. "You eat that much?"

"Well… Don't forget, I'm 6' 2", 208 pounds. I'm not a small person."

"But still…" Quistis laughed.

"I like beef okay? Is it a crime to enjoy a nice rare steak?" Seifer seemed slightly irritated, but at the same time having fun.

By this time, the waiter had come back, holding a large bottle of red wine. "Your wine sir." He stated as he set it on the table, along with two small wineglasses.

"Thank you." Seifer said as the waiter left. Seifer pulled off the top and poured a small amount in each glass, taking one himself and handing the other to Quistis.

"So, how was your day?" Seifer asked.

"Well, up until I got back to my dorm, it wasn't too good…" Quistis frowned. "I got into an argument with Selphie today."

"About what?" Seifer raised an eyebrow.

"About us. Me and you."

"I thought she didn't know?"

"I told her." Quistis admitted.

"Why?" Seifer asked.

"Well, Selphie and I are still good friends, and I was talking to her about how great things have been… And that's when she started freaking out. She started going on and on about how you were no good for me, and how you were still dangerous."

"Oh… Well, I hope she doesn't convince you of any of that." Seifer commented.

"She won't." Quistis smiled.

The rest of the night went by normally, with the couple eating, and talking about the various things that had happened throughout the day. It was beginning to get late, and they decided to leave.

Seifer and Quistis got up from their spots, after grabbing the mostly full bottle of wine.

As the two approached the front desk, Quistis observed that it was still raining. Seifer paid the bill, which was ridiculously high, and they proceeded outside.

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A/N: Sorry if this chapter was sloppy or short; I was kind of rushed in writing it…