Alright, because of the lovely, long reviews contributed by PGPhant (My best friend. No, seriously. The threats are her way of trying to combat my FAR SUPERIOR INSULTS, so HA!), Kysic (Your message...Thanks. It meant alot! And you post good reviews! I mean, You are like the only person who's reviewed on EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER since chapter three! I find myself waiting for your reviews!), and Julian Ketrarch Spire (JKS, Don't worry, there will be LOTS of Vince and Chaos in this chappie), I am going to do the VERY LONG chappie extremely soon.
So R&R, 'cause this is it... I hope the above brackets show up...

Back at the bar, Vincent had once again gotten the hang of holding a crayon in his claw -which was very uncomfortable for him, and made Tifa giggle every time she looked at the scene- and was coloring with Marlene.
Dude, you can't even hold a crayon?
Chaos, I had no idea you were so unobservant. I'm holding the crayon. And, come to think of it, Can YOU hold a crayon?
Does it matter?
Yes.
...No...
Aha.
Oh, stop it! You and your stupid little 'aha'!
It had a capital.
What?
It was 'Aha', not 'aha'.
WHATEVER!!!
I'm starting to doubt you're a demon.
Vincent; 3, Chaos; 4568.

Oh, and I'm feeling MUCH better now. The moogle had to go to the bathroom and Zach is asleep, so I got my old job back! Which means that I'm Aerith, if any of you are a bit confused. Did you miss me?Zach is a very good kisser, did you know that?
...Back to the story...

Vincent drew silently, holding his crayon steady so he wouldn't have to use up more paper than he already had; At first he had drawn only half of something, and then his crayon slipped and scribbled across the page. Surprisingly, his current drawing, one of Tifa, was still not ruined.
Marlene, chattering loudly beside him, was drawing something pink that vaguely resembled a mouse with a tumor. "Do you like my bear, Mr.Vincent?"
"It's wonderful, Marlene. Is it wearing a hat?" That's a BEAR?
How should I know? I'm a DEMON, sherlock, I don't HAVE kids! And I don't babysit, if you're stupid enough to wonder.
Someone's in a bad mood...
Look who's talking.
"No!" Marlene giggled. "That's an EAR, silly!"
Children are odd.
Wow, we agree on something!
...
Well, besides that your chick over there is drop-dead gorgeous, that is.
So you're not going to try and-
Remember how I feel what you feel?
Yes...
Well, that means when YOU get laid, I feel like I'M getting laid as well.
...
Besides, it'll probably be good for your mental health, having a relationship.
Ah, the irony of life. The demon in my head who practically drives me insane every second day is giving me advice on how to maintain my mental health.

Meanwhile, Tifa was getting ready to open the bar.
Lights are on, tables are clean, the alcohol is out, is that all? Ah, mugs.
Tifa walked over to where all her mugs and cups were and moved them to where they usually were; in the shelves dug into the side of the counter. She walked over to the door and flipped over the sign, so that the side that said 'open' was facing the general public outside.

As the guests came swarming in, Vincent and Marlene cleared out, taking the rather small drawing table upstairs. One of the papers, unsecured by any paperweight, fluttered onto the counter of the bar, without anyone noticing.
Except, perhaps, by Tifa.
The martial artist turned the paper over, a drawing on both sides. One was something that looked like a mouse with a tumor, and the other-
Wow.
It was her.
The picture was drawn mostly in brown and black, but a wine-colored red had been used for her eyes as well. It showed Tifa wiping at the counter, a small frown on her face, perfectly captured by the artist's drawing. There was no doubt who had drawn it, as only two people had been using the paper and crayons and Marlene couldn't even draw a vague resemblence to a bear.
I had no idea he could draw so well. I wonder what else he can do that he hasn't shared...GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER NOW! Jeez, girl, pull yourself together!
Tifa shook her head slightly, returning from the world of thought.

After a long day of rushing and extra customers, Tifa wasn't feeling too happy.
In fact, she was downright pissed.
Some reporter had refused to pay for about ten drinks of expensive alcohol until she gave him an interview.
After a while, her threats of suing him had gone totally unnoticed, and he had still refused to pay.
That is, until she threatened to beat him up and take the exact amount from his K.O.ed body.
So he had gone out, grumbling that he was going to sue HER for threatening him, which, to Tifa, made no sense whatsoever.
I can't deal with this too, I'm already pushing for money!

"Would you like some help-"
"No, I don't need help right now, Vincent!" Tifa yelled, turning to face the dumbstruck gunslinger.
Vincent backed away, looking stoic once more.

It was then that she noticed.
He's been less stoic lately. I even heard him laughing with Marlene. And was it just me or did his face go a bit red when I showed him how to hold that crayon- Oh, no... I'm so stupid.

Too late. Vincent had already left the room. Probably because of the awkward silence...

"Vincent!" Tifa started running after him, quickly flipping the 'open' sign to 'closed'. She could see him, cape getting tossed back and forth by the night wind.
"Vincent! I'n sorry I yelled at you, I didn't mean it, I-"
"If you do not require my assistance, I can go see if Shera and Cid need any help with the baby-"
"I do need it."
He stopped. He was looking at her. Please, His eyes seemed to say, Please tell me that's not the only reason you want me to come back...
"And I- I know that I hurt your feelings by yelling at you, but I wasn't mad at you... I was taking out all my frustration on one of the only people that I wasn't mad at."
"Very well."
"You'll come back?"
"Yes."
"Vincent, I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
"Oh, and Vincent..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."