Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, nor do I own a bar.
A/N: Well after a whirlwind of essays and hunting down game scripts I am going to relax. And as a show of good will towards AnnaCamille and the rest of the group, I decided on a special show of friendship. Ladies and gentlemen, the proprietor of Seventh Heaven, Ms. Tifa Lockheart!
Tifa was polishing down the bar, she sighed, it was a slow day, and she'd barely had any customers. The martial artist had been scrubbing the same spot for fifteen minutes, she'd never admit but she was a bit worried, Barret was late getting back. She stopped her obsessive cleaning as the bells on the door rang, "welcome back," she started to say assuming that it was Barret back with Jessie, Biggs, Wedge, and Cloud. She stopped cold seeing someone unexpected there.
Hojo stood there glaring around shifting his glasses, he hated the slums, but he'd caught wind that there was one of his favorite projects on the loose here. The search and the stench had driven him to desire a drink, this place seemed as respectable as a slum bar could get. He noticed Tifa staring at him, "quit gaping and get me a glass of your finest white wine."
She blinked back to reality remembering what Zangan had told her about this man, he was the one who'd taken away that one SOLDIER, Zack. Her sensei had also mentioned something about him being the root of some discord with the SOLDIERs, in other words he was the cause of Nibelheim's destruction. On top of that he was Shin-Ra and they were all a bunch of corrupt bureaucrats Her fist holding the towel clenched, other hand snaking around to her gloves, she pulled on the leather, "right away."
Springing over the bar she planted a solid punch on his face sending him slamming into the wall. He grunted hitting the wall hard, his face started to swell up and he groaned as he hit the floor crumbling up. His eyes closed as Tifa walked over and kicked him in the ribs until she could hear the satisfying crack of his ribs as hey broke. "That was my father! It's your fault he's dead! I hate you! Damn Shin-Ra!"
The scientist lay still clutching his ribs struggling to breathe, "well it would seem you don't like me… Funny…" he choked.
Tifa's eyes narrowed as she stomped on his head digging the heel of her boot into his temple, "oh gee what gave you that idea?!"
His body went limp; in martial arts training it was common knowledge that if one struck a person in the temple hard enough it could kill them. And that was precisely what happened, Tifa saw his body slacken, she looked around suspiciously, and there would be trouble if they saw a dead body in the bar. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and dragged him out to the dumpster, trash was collected the next day. Hopefully the smell would mask the decomposing body smell until then.
As she walked back in taking her gloves she saw Barret come back in, "welcome back!"
"Hey Teef, where's Marlene?" He asked looking around.
"Oh she's upstairs working on a picture for you," the martial artist replied, it was the truth, a few minutes later Marlene came running down the stairs with a piece paper.
