A/N: Well, here it is. Chapter Eight, otherwise known as Chapter 7, part 2.

I was nice and didn't make you wait a horribly long time, did I?

Grovel.

Or better yet, review.

Again, this was written late at night, and there is some OOC-ness (Just a little) with both Vincent and Yuffie. That's 'cause Yuffietine itself is totally implausible, in that Vinny is too busy moping about Lucrecia to fall for Yuffie. Therefore, any Yuffietine fic is naturally OOC. Whew. Rant finished now.

Also- no one is going to get drunk and do stupid things in this fic. There are too many fics like those. Nope, the characters are just going to do stupid things dead sober. :)

Chapter 8: Bar-Sitting, Part 2: Awkward Moment.
Vincent paused in front of the ordinary-looking closet door, listening to the odd scratching sound coming from within. He reached for the handle, and immediately thought better of it.

He pulled out Cerberus, pointed it at the door, and then reached for the handle.

Slowly, the door opened…to reveal Yuffie, sitting on the floor and miserably scratching at the door like a puppy that needs to go 'out'. She looked up, and Vincent cringed, waiting for the deafening shriek of "VINNIE!!" or some such nonsense that was sure to follow.

However, nothing happened. He opened one eye cautiously, and stared down at her. She pointed to her mouth, and shook her head.

"You… can't talk?" Vincent ventured hopefully. Yuffie nodded sadly, and Vincent was so overcome with joy that he nearly hugged her. Almost. He wasn't that far gone. However, spending the next few hours, possibly the night, here with Yuffie would probably be more stress than he could handle, and he'd go nuts.

Unsure of what to do with this unnaturally quiet Yuffie, Vincent slowly walked back into the bar, glancing over his shoulder with every few steps. She was following him. In an extremely creepy sort of way.

Still eyeing the silent ninja warily in case she was about to emit an ear-splitting shriek at any time, Vincent sat down at the bar, noticing that there was a bottle of conveniently placed wine just sitting there. Unfortunately, there was no corkscrew.

Unfortunately for anyone but Vincent, that is. One of the perks of having a giant metal claw for a hand was that letter openers and corkscrews became obsolete.

Vincent poured himself a glass of wine, still aware of Yuffie's eyes watching him intently. She pointed to the bottle, to herself, and then back to the bottle with a hopeful look in her eyes. Vincent shook his head. "No." He said firmly. The last thing he needed was drunk Yuffie. She gave him puppy dog eyes, and then pouted when this didn't work.

Vincent poured himself another glass of wine, feeling that he was going to need it.

…Hours and hours and hours and hours later. Well, not really. That's just what it felt like…
It was five-thirty, and Vincent Valentine was slowly going mad. Yuffie still hadn't said a single word the entire time he'd been there, and he wondered if she was sick or something. He actually found himself wishing that she'd say something, just to break the silence. The idea of starting a conversation himself never really occurred to him, since he was an introvert by nature.

So they just sat in silence, Vincent staring at the bottle of wine, and Yuffie staring at Vincent. Finally, the ex-turk couldn't take it anymore, and slammed the glass down on the counter, where it promptly shattered.

"Say something." He said, almost desperately. It occurred to him that this might be some hellish new plot from Yuffie, who was constantly coming up with new ways to piss him off. Well, if she was trying to get a reaction out of him, she'd certainly succeeded. "You've been staring at me for the last half hour in total silence." What he didn't add was that it was starting to scare the hell out of him, and that it seemed as though she was about to go for his throat or something.

A very disturbing mental image of Yuffie doing just that had been playing through his head for the last fifteen minutes, and every time she so much as twitched a finger, he thought she was going to lunge at him. He didn't say that he'd been tempted to call a doctor several times, since anything that made Yuffie shut up for this long had to be serious.

Yuffie let out a deep breath, and beamed at him. "Oh thank gawd you finally did something I wasn't sure how much time had passed, since Cid was all like, "Shut up Yuffie and get in the closet, and don't talk for a half hour." Or something like that. But anyway, I wasn't sure how much time had gone by, but I didn't want to say anything 'cause I didn't want to lose the bet. Hiya Vinny. How's it goin'? I was meaning to ask you, but I obviously couldn't talk and stuff." She gulped in air like a drowning man who has miraculously found the surface.

Vincent stared at her in utter confusion. He'd understood the words 'Cid', 'Yuffie', and 'closet'. Everything else was just a jumbled mess. He had no idea how she could talk so fast and not bite her own tongue, or how anyone in their right minds could even understand her when she spoke.

"Cid… locked you in the closet?" He guessed, giving her an odd look. She nodded, and gave him the thumbs up. "Why?" He wasn't sure that he wanted to know.

"He bet me that I couldn't keep my mouth shut for more than a half hour," Yuffie explained with a yawn. "I told him I could, and he locked me in the closet. Was Tifa really wearing a dress?"

As people usually did when dealing with Yuffie, Vincent gave up trying to understand what the ninja was trying to say. However, he was a little bit glad that she was talking after the half-hour of horrible quiet. This realization shocked him so badly that he poured himself another drink, assuming that he had simply lost what was left of his mind, and decided that alcohol would be nice.

Yuffie was very depressed. How did Vincent know this? Simple: Because she'd been telling him at great length for the last fifteen minutes.

"And I'm not even of legal drinking age." She said, laying her head down on her arms. "Yet you people continue to drink in front of me. Why? Why must you be so cruel?"

I could ask you the same thing. Vincent thought despondently, pouring himself yet another glass. The wine had been sitting on the shelf for quite a while, and it was very strong. He knew that he'd likely regret the five glasses of wine in the morning, but at the moment, he just wanted to do something about the endless noise.

And Yuffie wondered why the people around her were always drinking.

He looked up at the clock, and saw that it was nearly six. "I'm going to…close the windows." He said, thinking quickly. The windows were on the other side of the room. That would put a good fifteen feet at least between him and the noise, at least for a few minutes.

"I'll help!" Yuffie said cheerfully, standing up and knocking over the stool in the process.

Quickly, Vincent stood up as well, protesting that he didn't need her help, thanks, and that he was perfectly capable of closing a few windows on his own. However, the combined effect of six glasses of wine and Yuffie's endless, head-spinning noise, he nearly fell over again. Yuffie grabbed his arm, but the combined weight dragged them both to the floor.

Needless to say, it was an awkward moment. However, Yuffie was never one to be stopped by awkwardness.

She giggled, and sat up. "That was pretty funny, Vinny." She said. "Let's do it again."

Vincent wished that the ground would open up and swallow him.

Unfortunately, the Planet wasn't that kind.

Yeah, as I said before, some OOC-ness. Apparently, Yuffie doesn't understand the concept of a half hour, and Vincent makes up for not talking much by saying quite a bit in his head.

Hell, if he said half of that stuff out loud, they'd all think he was nuttier than squirrel turds.

The reason this I took longer to update is because a) this chapter is actually longer than the others, b) I was reading an amazing fic [Hate your Heroes by Buckle, go read it or else. and c) because I had so much bloody homework to do that I had deadlines coming out of my…ears…