Disclaimer: No. Go away. Not mine.

Seifer had taken a few days to recover. The fall had apparently broken a pair of his ribs, and the spell he had tried to start as he fell had just melted the ice around him, which Zell had been to busy to notice. Seifer never wanted to repeat the experience of being unable to move while facedown in a puddle of icy water again. It was only a week before he felt well enough again for a date.

"C'mon Chicken-Wuss, twins. Blonde twins. She insisted on having a date for her sister, and your it. Now get dressed, we leave the Garden in twenty minutes." Seifer knew he couldn't give Zell time to make a refusal, so he left the room then, heading down to the garage to make sure the car was ready.

Zell stopped grumbling once Seifer left. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out; he just didn't feel like going out on a date. He pulled on a dress shirt and khaki's, and lazed about the room for the next fifteen minutes, running a comb through his hair a few times. Then it was time to go, he didn't want to keep Seifer waiting, after all; he had to live with Seifer.

Zell groaned. Being a blonde himself, he knew full well the stereotype about empty-headed blondes, and these twins fulfilled every single one of them. After casting a glance at Seifer, he knew the other guy felt the same. Disappointing, to say the least, was running through Seifer's mind, when one of them suddenly stood up.

"Oh! We, like, totally forgot! Sorry, we gotta go. Hair appointment!" Giggling, the two left, leaving Seifer and Zell to pick up the bill. A good trade off, in Zell's mind.

"Looks like we won't be taking anyone back to the garden with us this trip, Chicken-wuss."

"…Whatever"

"Nice Squall impression." They finished their meal in relative silence. After paying and leaving, Seifer made a pit stop at the nearby liquor store. Coming out several minutes later, a few bottles in hand, Seifer piled them onto the backseat and ordered Zell to head back to Garden.

They were both changed out of their dress clothes, lying back on their own beds in nothing more than pajama pants when Seifer brought out the beer bottles and tossed one over to Zell.

"Cheers." Seifer raised his bottle in a form of mock-salute. Zell returned the gesture, opened his, and downed some.

After the third one each, Zell knew he had had way too much. He simply couldn't handle alcohol well. "My head is gonna hurt so bad in the morning…"

"But it will feel good tonight, so it all balances out." Seifer didn't even seem fazed…much. Slight slurring, but that was all. "Toss your other one over here then."

Zell complied, tossing the last unopened beer on his bed over to Seifer's…and squarely hitting Seifer's open one, knocking it over and spilling the contents all over the bed. Seifer leaped up and off his bed, after picking up the bottle and a pillow.

"Dammit Chicken-Wuss! What are you trying to do?" Zell mumbled/slurred out an apology and closed his eyes. Everything was getting a bit louder it seemed. "Well, I'm not sleeping on the floor, and I'm not sleeping in a soaked bed. You can wash the blankets in the morning."

Seifer walked across the room, stepped over Zell, and lay down on Zell's bed, between Zell and the wall. Lifting up the covers, Seifer pulled them over himself and put his back to Zell, and went to sleep. Zell just watched in a drunken stupor, then seemed to recover slightly, put down his bottle on the floor, reached up, turned off his lamp, and pulled his covers over himself.

Zell woke up in the dark later on, and ignoring the ringing in his head, tried to figure out what the warmth in his bed was. Then he felt Seifer's arm's tighten slightly, and realized Seifer had one arm underneath him, one arm over him, holding him tight. Zell tried to think for a moment but gave up, and pressed his back into the comfortable, and, he noticed, warm and muscular, chest of the older man. Zell went back to sleep.

It was ten in the morning when Selphie came by to wake Zell, who had been late for their training. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene, Zell being held by Seifer in his bed, and she just left without a word.

AN: Another short chapter, but I wanted to get something written today.