Warking spread through the apartment, five times followed by the gold saucer theme. Tifa inhaled, bright a hand to her forehead, Yuffie, and her Gold Saucer obsession. The man, Sephiroth, tilted his head at the odd sound intently watching the moogle and chocobo run around the clock.
Stepping lightly he walked, from Tifa's point of view he appeared to float to the clock and abruptly tore the offending item from the wall, dismantling it with the efficiency of a two-year-old by tossing it on the floor. Tifa stared in horror at the splintered wood on the carpet, mouth wide, as one last pitiful wark chirped from the dying motor. Of course, she hated the stupid clock, but she wasn't going to break it on the floor. "What the fuck?" She ran over kneeling on the floor and began picking the pieces up, holding the bottom of her shirt out to make a pouch to better carry the remains. "Yuffie is going to kill me, do you know how much this cost?" Looking up, she narrowed her eyes. Sephiroth looked down, arms crossed. A self-satisfied smile was his only reaction.
"I do not know who this 'Yuffie' is, but she had trapped the Chocobo and moogle in that wooden box. Vile Witch."
If humans could unhinge their jaws, Tifa's would be halfway crossed the living room. Squinting, Tifa stood cradling the clock, "what? This is a clock, one her boyfriend bought her." Rolling her eyes she walked past dumping the clock into the trash. "Yuffie is going to be pissed."
Sephiroth stepped after her, "have you thought of your second wish yet?" Tifa shook her head, moving about the kitchen, picking a towel up, fidgeting with it. Amused, he watched folding his legs under him eyes following the towel as she repeatedly picked it up, moved it to the sink, took it out of the sink, to the stove and back. Sudden, she turned throwing the towel down.
"Do you know how insane this is?" She looked directly at the empty space under him, illusionist. She threw open the refrigerator door pulling out a bottle of wine and a glass from the freezer. Pulling the cork, she poured the wine, eyed it, then lifted the bottle to her lips drinking like a fish. "This is insane," she took a deep breath waving the bottle over her line of sight, "I bet your another gift from Yuffie, how much did she pay you? One hundred, two hundred gil?" she took another heavy drink, "at least your hot." She brought the bottle back to her lips, tipping it back.
Sephiroth lifted the empty bottle, "do you always drink this heavily?" grabbing the wine glass he held it away from her as she reached for it. "What is your second wish?"
Tifa snorted, "like you could grant wishes." She smirked, putting her hands on her hips. Frowning he stepped towards her, leering at the tipsy woman "Telling me your name is easy. It's not like you can just make us appear on a deserted island."
Gulls cawed, a warm breeze pushing between them carrying the sweet smell of the sea and fresh air not found in Midgar. Tifa pursed her lips together the only wish she had now was to slap him firmly across his smug face. Backing away she looked around the island, from the line of coconut trees to the high mountains in the distance the sea was pristine and blue, breathtakingly beautiful. "Is this your wish milady?" Tifa ignored him, slipping her boots and socks off, pushing into the warm sand. Toes wiggled forward, burying her feet, Tifa inhaled then tilting her head back eyes closed. She could stay here forever. "Does this satisfy you? I can give you riches if you so desire, anything." She shivered, the words brushing her neck. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the power rippling over her in waves, it was pure, intoxicating and wild.
"I want Cloud."
"I will bring them to you if you wish it, so shall it be." Opening her eyes, she looked out to the ocean, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He stepped around looking more like a panther stalking his prey than the human elegance he was. Tifa's breath caught, not from fear, something else she didn't want to think of.
"Then I wish Cloud Strife loved me and only me." The predatory look fizzled away, the jinn shook his head lips twisting to a frown. It didn't escape Tifa, even in her inebriated state. He couldn't do it. "You said anything!" She wanted to stomp her foot, throw a tantrum anything to get her one wish, what she desired more than anything.
The island disappeared, returning to the odd decorations and darken cityscape of Midgar. Tifa watched as the man paced, irritated. "You want love, from this Cloud." He waved his hands towards her ceiling, towards the sky and clouds above. For an all-powerful being, she found it funny he thought of clouds, not Cloud, but who named their kid after a collection of evaporated water. Backing up she stepped into the kitchen, inching towards the knife rack. "Is this what you wish for?" Sephiroth stopped pacing, looking out at the dark city, curious.
"Can you?"
Milady," Tifa huffed, crossing her arms as he turned. Studying her, she frowned, she knew that look from many of her classmates and co-workers. The slight cock to the side, as if he noticed something for the first time. Tifa sighed, was he just going to stare at her all night. Whatever, she pushed off the countertop moving towards the door. The jinn followed her, head turning as she moved to the door.
"My name is Tifa." He stopped, for a brief moment his eyes grew wide. It was gone in a blink, face returning to a stony scowl. "Please stop the milady. Is there something wrong with this request, you did say anything."
Sephiroth glared at her, "I cannot change the fates; nor can I raise the dead." Tifa snorted, "I suggest you sleep off your drunkenness." Tifa stood tall as he dissipated into a cloud of black, returning to the vase, the stopper plugging the opening.
Left alone Tifa stared at the last place the jinn stood, blinking slowly. As she gathered her things, she chanced a glance to the vase, "I need another drink to deal with this."
Reno's wide smile curled his lips into a cheeky grin, "what brings you out so late at night?" Tifa smiled, unsure of what he said over the loud thumping of electric dance. Rude stood beside his friend and partner nursing a beer looking out at the dance club. Tifa shook her head tapping her ear.
Reno smiled, leaning in, "what brings you out tonight?"
"Oh! Just lonely, ya know?" Reno nodded as she yelled in his ear.
The man smiled, bringing his beer to his lips, "we'll keep you company, won't we Rude?" Rude didn't look at the redhead, facing away towards a group of women in glittery short dresses. Reno followed his line of sight brows raising as his eyes drifted upwards, stopping at each exposed collarbone.
"Discreet, you know this is a gay bar right?" Tifa leaned forward, shouting at the pair. Reno's lecherous smirk confirmed everything. They knew, Tifa realizing none of them had bought one drink that night. "Oh my god you guys." Her own smile appeared, from surprise or knowing this would be something Reno would do she wasn't sure.
Reno turned to her, not hiding his beaming face, "sometimes a guy doesn't want to buy his own drink."
It was nice, not having to slap down outrageous amounts of gil for a drink. The ethers where enough to buy a three-course meal as some bars. Curiously, she looked around, "do you ever buy anyone a drink?"
Reno shrugged sitting up and looking around the bar, "there is this one waiter, redhead about my height looks like some rich kid from the plate," Tifa frowned lightly, the plate was akin the right side of the tracks. A sprawling suburban area separated into districts. Each a smaller city than its inner city slum counterpart. Reno rubbed his beer peeling the label off, "Guy looks miserable as hell, especially when the owner is here. Fuckin creep Corneo, keeps the kid on a short leash." Reno finished off his beer and stood, "he's got these tats though," Reno touched his neck and wrist, "the detail is amazing, tigers and behemoths, each one has a matching emblem. Must have hurt his neck." Reno rubbed the collar of his shirt, Tifa humming as she, stirred her own drink with her finger. "Haven't seen him for what…a good month." The man shrugged, slapping down fifty gil. The signal to leave. The trio departed Reno waving to the bartenders.
As they stepped out, the sounds of Midgar flourished around them. Police sirens, random dogs barking, alley cats mewing and hundreds of cars honking. Tifa inhaled, hooking her arm with Rude's as Reno pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting up, the group walked down the sidewalk, Reno pulling sweet tobacco smoke into his lungs, exhaling through his nose.
For a minute they walked in perceived silence. In reality, they where a stumbling mess, Tifa giggling as Reno told the story of how he had been mistaken for a woman's son returning from war.
"Wait…wait….wait." Tifa staggered to a stop, tipping dangerously forward and put her hand out fumbling to grab Reno's shoulder. Taking a deep breath she smiled, "this old woman. She…she told the cashier you were going to pay for her groceries because you were her son." A drunken nod, "then, you ran after her and caught her leg, and, and the cashier ran after you…and pulled your leg."
The redhead nodded again, bracing himself against her hips. Tifa frowned, "I don't get it…."
Reno stared, sadly wrapping his arms around her neck, "I don't either." Behind the two drunks, Rude slapped his forehead, hoping they were pulling his leg. The two separated and thy continued walking down the sidewalk, two laughing while the third corralled them onto the sidewalk. Next ladies night, he would be the one drinking.
Reno is not gay….he just goes to gay bars for the free drinks. At least that's what he tells everyone. So that joke was actually told by my ex and its so stupid but people would be into it like wow…that's horrible and then yeah.
Midgar is like Los Angeles, New York any large city. The downtown parts are always cramped, busy then as you move out you have smaller cities that aren't so bad. Tifa and Yuffie live in a better sector of the city.