A Contention for a Confession

"I can't believe this!" Rufus thundered. "How dare they do this? Insubordinate twats!"

Tifa rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall, arms folded. "Look, there's a reason they locked us in this room, and I for one would like to get to the bottom of this."

Rufus clenched his fists. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. Using speed dial, he held it up to his ear. "Reno? You had better get us out of this room or I will make sure your death is slow and painful."

"Sorry, boss. Tseng's orders, ya know. I can't do nuthin'."

"You-I-I'm the bloody president!"

Tifa shook her head as Rufus' face flushed with anger. She let out a hearty chuckle and Rufus shot daggers in her direction. Tifa pursed her lips, struggling to not let another sound out of her mouth.

"Reno, you have until three to open the door."

"Uh, boss, I think-kkkkkrrrhhhh!-the reception-krrrhhhh!-real bad-"

Rufus flipped his cellphone shut and pocketed it, a stunned look on his face. "He hung up on me..." he whispered. Tifa sank to the floor, arms wrapped around her knees.

"What is this about, Rufus?"

"You tell me," he muttered. "You're the one who came storming into my office this morning."

Tifa's head shot up. "Excuse me, but I wouldn't have started yelling at you if the situation had never happened in the first place!"

Rufus rolled his eyes, checking his watch. "No need to get snippy, Tifa."

"You arrogant prick! What were you doing just a minute ago?" Tifa came to her feet.

Rufus rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Whatever."

Tifa shook her head. "I'm stuck in a room with jackass who can't even think of an intelligent comeback."

Rufus' eyes narrowed. "Look, don't go all PMSing on me just because some of my Turks trashed your bar."

The barmaid scoffed. "Oh, you don't wanna see me when I'm PMSing. Trust me."

Rufus had visions of her turning green and impaling him on a stake. He shuddered. "I believe you."

Tifa folded her arms and tapped the floor with her foot. "Anyway, that is exactly the reason I'm here. Your slobs come in, have a few drinks, get into a fight, and don't even clean up after themselves. Then you turn around and say that I'M the one who should be open to such custom and to get the appropriate insurance cover for such circumstances!"

Rufus sighed and checked his watch again. "Well, that's great, but would that explain why my employees would choose to lock us in this room?"

Tifa looked at the floor, studying the cracks in the floorboards. "No."

"Well, I suggest we get to the bottom of this."

Rufus flipped out his phone. This time he called Tseng. Curse the cosmos, he was going to get some answers.

Tifa studied him as he spoke quietly into the phone, a deep, firm tone in his voice.

"Tseng. I would like some answers before I break the door down. What are we doing in here? Uh-huh. I see..." Rufus turned to look at Tifa, cheeks singed a little bit red. "And what do you suggest I do? No. Out of the question. No, I'd prefer some other time. Of course I admit it. No. Look, I promise. Hey, since when do you give the orders? That has nothing to do with it. Ugh, fine. Just so you know, you're getting a pay cut for this." Rufus hung up and dropped his cellphone into his pocket.

"What did he say?" Tifa asked, wondering why he looked uneasy.

Rufus looked up, bangs falling into his face. He flipped his hair and cleared his throat. "It seems...they would like a confession of sorts."

Tifa raised her eyebrows. "A confession? From who?"

"Both of us."

"Ugh, I'm not in the mood for riddles, ShinRa. Just tell me straight."

"You really want to know?"

"Of course! Why not? I want to get out of this hellhole of a room! What do we need to do to get out of here?"

"I love you, Tifa."

"..."

Please review! I dunno where I get these random thoughts from. Heh.