A/N: This is probably my favorite chapter. Bryce is just...well...you'll see. Again, special thanks to dantesdarkqueen for her beta skills.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even 200-year-old Scotch...and that makes me sad.

Paulo picked one of the white lilies growing next to the Buster sword and placed it behind Kaya's ear as she looked out to the illuminated metropolis of Midgar and Edge. He gently brushed the ponytail of chestnut curls back and kissed her cheek gently, resting his chin on her bare shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist, gazing over the landscape with her.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he murmured in her ear.

Kaya sighed and giggled at that, twisting slightly to peck his lips lightly. "You tell me that all the time," she told him, turning fully to embrace him properly. "Thank you, though."

The dark-eyed boy leaned down and kissed her again, running his hands down her bare arms. Kaya shivered involuntarily, goose bumps rising on her flesh. Paulo pulled back to look at her. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"A little," she answered.

Paulo stepped away for a minute, grabbing his backpack and taking his lettermen's jacket out. Shaking it out, he draped it over Kaya's shoulders, pulling the long ponytail out of the back.

"Thanks, Paulo," she said sweetly, kissing him again.

Paulo smiled into the kiss. "It looks good on you," he told her. "It's going to start getting cold soon. You better keep it, that way I can always keep you warm."

Kaya's eyes were shining up at him. "Really? You're giving me your jacket?"

"You're my girlfriend," he told her, gently running his fingers down her cheek. "Of course I want you wearing my jacket."

The young white mage wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and leaned in for another kiss. "I'll wear it proudly," she whispered into his breath. "I want everyone to know I'm yours."

Paulo grasped her hand and placed it over his heart. "And I'm yours," he whispered back before claiming her lips again.

The couple looked down at the base of the cliff when they heard Az's motorcycle engine approaching. Parking the black street bike next to Paulo's Jeep, the silverette took off his helmet, the moon illuminating the silver locks.

Azrael hopped off the bike first, taking Andi's helmet from her and then helping her off her seat.

"Thanks, Az," she said with a smile.

Azrael dropped a kiss to her lips and patted her backside. "Anytime, Babe," he replied, returning the smile. He took her hand and together they walked up to the top of the cliff where Paulo and Kaya were waiting for them next to Zack's sword.

"Where's the Pyro and the Prez?" Azrael asked them, looking around. He gestured to their fire pit. "It's gonna get cold tonight and Ax gets pissed if anyone lights the fire besides her, whiny bitch."

Andria smacked his arm playfully. "They had to stop by the liquor store, remember?" she told him. "She was all excited about the fake IDs."

"Why do we even need those?" Azrael countered. "There's no legal drinking age in the city. We can buy and drink whatever we want."

Kaya took a blanket out of her bag and spread it on the ground, curling up into Paulo's side as the foursome sat. Paulo wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her closer to him. "We need them to get into clubs," he reminded him. "Eighteen and older only clubs."

Azrael snorted, laying his head in Andi's lap and grabbing one of her hands before kissing it. "Like we ever go to those anymore," he scoffed. "Too many haters. We always end up here anyway…away from all the assholes."

"Ax and I go when you guys have away games that are too far for us to travel," Andria told them. She shrugged her shoulders. "Sometimes Yuffie and NC go with us."

The silver haired boy looked up at her. "You've always got weapons and materia, right?" he asked in concern. He kissed her hand again. "I don't want anything happening to you, Babe."

Andria bent over and kissed his lips, hiding their faces with her hair. "No worries, General," she said playfully. "I'm no damsel in distress. I can take care of myself."

Az grinned up at her. "That's my girl," he said, grabbing the back of her head and deepening the kiss. "I'd kill anyone who tries anything with you."

"Like you tried to kill Ethan?" Kaya piped up. Azrael turned to look at her. Green eyes flashed dangerously at him. "Seriously, General, I know he pisses you off and I'm happy to fix him up and erase his memories; but even I can't bring back the dead. Not yet anyway."

"He deserves to die," Azrael growled. "He won't leave Andi alone."

"Yeah, and you'll go to prison," Paulo snapped. "Try to avoid any vital body parts next time. Stay away from his head."

"Shiva's tits, guys!" Azrael roared sitting up quickly. "If I kill the mother fucker, fine! I'd gladly go to prison if I could watch his life fade from his eyes. I hate that son of a bitch!"

Andria blinked and stared at him. "Az," she said gently. Raging cranberry eyes found violet and the pure hatred faded almost instantly. Andi guided his head back to her lap and rubbed his temples soothingly, smiling down at him. "I wonder what Bryce and Ax are going to get."

"If Axys has any say, something cheap and hard," Paulo said with a grin. "Bryce will pick something expensive and smooth."

"Better expect something cheap and hard then," Azrael laughed. "The Prez can't say no to that red-head."

"I wonder how long it will take for her to wreck his Viper?" Kaya giggled. "How many of his cars has she totaled now? Three?"

"Let's see," Paulo said, looking up at the stars. "There was the Audi, the Porsche, and the Maserati…so yeah. She's wrecked three. Rufus told him the next car he gets will be a Beatle if he allows the, and I quote, 'pyromaniacal offspring of that damned red-haired bastard to wreck another automotive masterpiece'."

Squealing tires drowned out their laughter as the white Viper tore down the road towards the cliff, Organization XIII's latest hit blaring from the Bose surround sound speakers.

"Is Bryce…screaming?" Andria asked in concern.

"No, I think that's crying," Paulo chuckled, getting to his feet and looking down at their friends. "Nope. They're both laughing their heads off."

"Damn it, they probably already drank half of the alcohol," Azrael grumbled.

Kaya narrowed her eyes. "Axys better not be drunk," she nearly snarled. "She knows how I feel about drinking and driving."

"She's not," Paulo said, grinning at his girlfriend and gesturing down at the two late-comers. "The Prez is getting there, though."

Axys slammed the driver's side door and grabbed some of the alcohol away from Bryce. "Save some for the rest of us, you dick!" she laughed.

"I bought it, Red," Bryce slurred suavely. "Keep in mind it is my…benevolent nature that keeps these weekly drunken binges occurring. If not for me and my vast…uh, wealth…you would be drinking lighter fluid, my crimson haired beauty."

"Oh fuck," Az laughed. "He's waxing eloquent. Prez has got a good buzz going already."

"Axys, get up here and light the fire already!" Kaya yelled down at her with an adorable pout. "I'm freezing!"

Axys grunted as Bryce fell against her, his arm draped around her shoulders. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he murmured in her ear. "You know that?"

"You say that every time you're drunk, Prez," Axys snickered, wrapping her free arm around his waist and helping him up the cliff.

"I should tell you that when I'm sober."

The red-head smiled. "You say that every time you're drunk, too," she told him. "And then you never do."

"Then I'm a fucking asshole when I'm sober," Bryce told her. They reached the top of the cliff and set the alcohol on the blanket by their friends.

Axys released her hold on Bryce and turned toward the fire pit. Activating the mastered Fire materia in her bangle, she lit the kindling, aquamarine eyes dancing along with the flames.

"Finally!" Kaya exclaimed, moving closer to the warmth.

"Guys!" Bryce proclaimed drunkenly, lifting a bottle of 200-year-old Scotch. "I propose a toast! To the beautiful fire goddess, Axys! She never fails to make me…US! To make us…hot."

"Brycie, how much have you had to drink?" Kaya asked her cousin with a giggle, taking an apple ale from Paulo.

Bryce turned toward her. "Oh hey, Kaya!" he beamed at her. "You are so cute, you know that? Hey, hey Kaya. Come here. I want to tell you something."

Kaya scooted over to Bryce and leaned toward him. "What?" she asked with a grin. Bryce was the funniest drunk she had ever seen.

"Don't tell your brother…but…you're my favorite cousin…ever! You know why? Because you are…awesome!" he exclaimed. "You are really, really cool. And you do that thing…with the magic…that's really, really…cool."

Kaya laughed and kissed her cousin's cheek. "Thanks, Brycie," she said sweetly. "You're my favorite cousin, too."

"And Paulo…Paulo…Paulo…come here."

Paulo rolled his eyes. "It's a little early for him to be doing this, isn't it?" he asked. "He usually doesn't get all lovely dovey until at least one in the morning."

Axys laughed, lighting up a cigarette and nursing a bottle of tequila. "He downed a bottle of Scotch on the way here," she explained. "Prez got a head start on us, the bastard."

"I love you guys," Bryce said, laying back on the blanket with a dopey smile on his face. "I mean it. Az, next time, I will not stop you from killing Ethan. In fact, Paulo…Paulo, take a note. If Ethan Nadir is still alive when I become president of Shinra, I want him dead. For Azrael."

"I thought you were going to become a painter?" Axys teased, flicking the ashes off the end of her cigarette.

Bryce propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her in adoration. "Would that I could paint, my fiery goddess," he told her, his voice taking on a sexy purr. "For then I would immortalize you on canvas."

"I could give you lessons," Axys laughed, reaching into her bag and taking out her sketch book and a charcoal pencil. "It'll just cost you one red Viper."

"Gods damn, why didn't I kiss you when I had the chance?" Bryce moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes dramatically. "Damn me and my fucking honor."

Andria raised an eyebrow at Axys, who simply stuck her cigarette in her mouth and shook her head. Her charcoal was flying across her sketch book, commemorating the night forever as she always did. As usual, she drew Kaya and Paulo together, as well as Andria and Azrael. Bryce and herself…she sketched alone.

Shaking her head again, she turned to Kaya. "Any idea when that whore Courtney is due to spawn?" she asked, trying to get the fall of Bryce's hair just right.

"She's about four months pregnant, best I can tell," Kaya told her. "I scanned her last week when she couldn't zip her skirt up. I knew before the coach did."

"Any idea who the father is?" Paulo asked.

Kaya shook her head, pretty curls swaying back and forth. "Not even I'm that good," she laughed. "I don't even know if she knows."

"Is it bad that I kinda feel sorry for her?" Andria asked. "I mean, I know she's been a bitch to me for as long as I've know her, but still…"

"Just means you're a helluva better person than she is," Axys told her with a grin as she took a drink of her tequila before shading in the dimple on Kaya's cheek. "You're a damn sweetheart, Kid."

Azrael finished his second beer and grabbed Andi's hand, kissing each finger individually. "You are a sweetheart, Andi," he told her. "You're the best person I've ever met."

Axys looked at them, choosing to draw them in that moment. Azrael's head was laying in Andria's lap, his face turned toward hers and holding the most heartbreaking expression she'd ever seen. Andria's beautiful features reflected the same adoring gaze. They looked so in love in that moment, it nearly made her ill. Yet she drew it; because even though Axys wanted Azrael for herself, she was a realist.

Realism tended to capture the most soul-rending moments anyway; and artists who suffered for their work, made history.

A/N: Drunk Bryce FTW! Review and he may let you drive his Viper.

Bryce: That right is exclusively reserved for pretty red-haired girls.

Axys: *smirk*