A/N: Any OOC ness can be attributed to the drunkedness...enjoy!

One Day…

Go get more drinks, Cloud…we'll be right here when you get back, I swear…

Bastards.

How come it is that I'm the one who gets shipped off to get more beer when Cid doesn't show up? Who knows what the hell they're doing now…

I last left Barret, Reeve, Vincent, Nanaki, and Shera's brothers and a few other assorted people on the bonfire out at the beach. I know about the time I was leaving Barret was pulling out some fireworks, and since then I've heard many screams (Of joy and pain) and there has been exploding colors in the sky.

We initially sent Cid out to get the rest of the beer. Hey he offered to. Since then he's been missing, and Barret and Reeve aren't exactly one to wait on their beer. They're still bitter I didn't wear the kilt.

I move up to the bar at the edge of the beach, still bright and full of people.

The bartender nods at me, "What can I get ya?"

"Uh…I need about…" I cut off, glancing down the bar.

I blink wide at the sight, and turn back to the bartender, "Just a minute."

I move quickly down the bar lifting up the head of Cid whose murmuring incessantly.

"Cid?" I ask the muttering head.

"Mother…what am I doooinnngg, Cloud?" he whines, his voice near incomprehensible.

Damn Barret, screw him for sending me up here to deal with the drunk man with last minute jitters.

"Cid…you're getting married. Tomorrow…or later today," I reply sitting down beside of him.

"I know that moron…I meant why? Why am I marrying Shera?"

I blink, this is going to be one freaking long night.

"Cid—

"I said! ..." he pauses, trying to remember what he said.

It takes him a minute.

"I said! I said that I'd never…let a woman, one of those things…I'd never let a woman rule my life!" he slaps his hand on the counter with conviction.

"Cid…Shera doesn't rule your life—

"Yes she does! The woman smacks me with books, a-and…and…what the hell else does she do?"

"Make tea?" I suggest.

"Yeah! She makes…tea…Cloud," he whines, "That isn't helping me to convince me that I need to run away!"

You can't run away…you're too old and drunk.

"Why are you so scared?" I ask.

I'm not going to be like this before my wedding, am I?

He looks away from me, sipping his beer, "Spike…do you know what it's like to disappoint a woman?"

What?

"I mean…really, really, really disappoint her? I'm a sorry excuse for a husband. I won't be what she wants or-or needs."

I frown, "Weren't you the one who told me to respect my woman? Maybe you should give her judgment a bit of credit."

"Are you freaking crazy? You remember how she got into this whole mess! She was willing to put her damn life on the line just so I could go into space! She's a crazy bitch! Why would she do something like that? Why would she say yes to some washed up pilot? She's crazy, I freaking tell you," he throws his hands up in the air in exasperation.

You're not to far from the asylum yourself, buddy.

"It was her dream too, for you to go into space."

"That didn't give her the right to do sometin studip like that."

Stupid Cid, not studip. Ew, stew dip…that sounds nasty.

He sips on his beer again.

He looks at me, his eyes a little unfocused, but it doesn't keep him from talking some more.

"I mean…she'll want me to be a father! She'll want to have kids. I don't do good with kids. I'm a mean bastard, and I'll hit them with a wrench or sometin studip like that."

Stupid Cid! Stupid!

"No you won't."

"Yes I will! Have you looked at me lately? I'm a mess, a freaking mess. I smoke…I curse…I can't even iron my damn handkerchiefs without singeing them!"

Where the hell did that come from?

"I can't make them lunch, or-or tell them bedtime stories. I'll…I'd be the worst father ever…and I can't change. Hell knows I've tried. But I'm Cid, and Cid is Cid and that's Cid…Cid…" he sounds a bit confused.

This is going to take more effort than I thought.

"Cid…think about it."

"What?"

"Barret's a father. If he's a father, then you can be a father too."

"Point," he grunts, "But Barret was married before he was a father…he…he knew things."

I shrug, "Then you have to get married to be a father…"

Crisis solved.

He shrugs, "I guess so."

"Well, you can wait a couple years if you aren't ready for kids."

"No we can't."

I give him a perplexed look, and he grins.

"Shera's already pregnant."

I cough, nearly choking on my beer.

He laughs, "Weren't expectin that, were ya chocobo ass?"

I'm going to overlook that.

"This isn't the reason…why…"

"Hell no. I asked her to marry me long before this happened. She just found out before we got here."

I nod my head slowly, "Congratulations."

Though I can kind of see why Cid was so worried…man…Cid as a father…I hope Shera can make up for that.

"You can't run away now," I say.

He glances at me, "Why?"

Uh…well duh, Cid, "She's pregnant."

"Oh, right. I guess you're right," he stares off for a moment, then smirks, "So what about you, Spike-o?"

I shrug.

"When's it happenin?" I don't question how he already seems to know about mine and Tifa's engagement.

"Haven't set a date yet."

He nods his head, "Yeah, figured as much. You know that bet was a joke, right?"

I glance up suddenly, narrowing my eyes.

"Me and Yuff didn't actually think you'd get it done, but ya did."

"The dress?"

He chuckles, "I already knew I was payin for that. It's just fun to mess with your head. Too easy sometimes, really."

Bastard!

"But…don't ever tell Tifa about it. She'll doubt your engagement for the same reason you doubted mine and Shera's…thinkin it was for some other reason than love."

I almost smirk, "So you do love Shera."

He shrugs, "Wouldn't say that."

I do smirk, ever the proud, Cid.

"You scared of being a dad, Cloud?" Cid asks.

I shrug, "I probably will be…"

He chuckles, "Chicken."

What the? Alright, no more open talks with Cid. He's too much of a bastard even drunk.

"Course," Cid says, "We're all cowards…else we wouldn't get married."

I stare at him until he answers.

"Who wants to get old alone? Scary, that shit is."

"Cid…you're already old."

"Shut up you scrawny bastard. If I'm old, you aren't too many years off yourself."

"I'll never be old."

"Bitch, you gonna start losin that muscle one day. You'll be flabby, and Tifa will be like bitch, you flabby and dump your ass."

I shake my head, smirking and he laughs again.

"At least I won't be bald."

"I can always call Benny to take care of that problem."

"I'll threaten him with pink."

"So, Denzel good to be the ring bearer?"

I nod my head, "He'll be good."

Cid chuckles, "I even offered to let Benny still do it, but I'll be surprised if he even shows up for the weddin. That Yuffie…she'll be the death of us all."

"Or the pink of us."

He shrugs, "Either way, it'll suck. Getting married, having a baby; strange feelin, bein nervous. One day…you'll feel what its like," he looks at me out of the corner of his eye, "And I'll be there to smack the shit, or the sense, into you. Or out of you, if we're talking shit. What are we talking about again?"

I smirk, "I think you need to go rest, Cid."

"Fuck that, it's my bachelor party…" he looks around, a bit confused, "Where the hells is my party?"

"Back where you left it."

He scratches his head, "Bump that…I'm stayin here."

His head suddenly falls forward and hits the table, knocked out in his drunken stupor.

Damn him.

I sigh deeply, wondering how long I should just let him lie there. I would leave him here all night if he wasn't getting married in the morning. I don't want him to be late…but he's going to have one hell of a hang over.

"Cloud?"

I turn my head quickly, catching Tifa staring at me.

…or rather a tipsy Tifa.

She giggles like the sight of me is just amusing in itself.

"Tifa…?"

"Yep. It's me. I came to get…stuff…drinks…" she shakes a finger at the bar.

"How much have you had already?"

"More than you probably," she retorts, moving to the bar.

She's about to order when she glances down and sees Cid.

She grabs him by the hair and lifts his head up, "Cid? Yep…it's Cid," and she drops his head back down on the bar.

I flinch as he hits it, but he doesn't even stir, just snores. It makes Tifa giggle again.

"Teef…can you help?" I ask, gesturing to the unconscious man.

She shrugs, "Can't see why not…though the girls will be displeased when I do not return with their drinks."

"Isn't Yuffie underage?"

"Shh!" She smacks my arm, "D-don't tell anyone, Cloud!"

I shrug, lifting one of Cid's arms and throwing it over my shoulder. I watch Tifa do the same, and she wobbles a bit. …I wonder if this is a good idea…

Too late now seeing that Tifa has already lifted Cid and began to drag him away while I'm still standing here. I scramble to catch Cid's arm again. Tifa forgets how strong she is when she's intoxicated.

"I thought you weren't going to drink," I say as we cross the boardwalk and the street.

"When'd I say that?" she giggles.

"When you left the room…"

"Oh," she giggles, and hiccups, "I lied…well…I didn't realize at the time I was lying, but now I am cos I did drink but Yuffie spiked my drink and it was all down hill from there, and when…crap, what happened?"

I blink, a bit startled wondering what the hell Yuffie put in her drink to get her this confused.

She looks at me suddenly, serious, "Did you know that you're suppose to pee on someone if they get stung by a jellyfish? Apparently it takes the sting away."

What?

"Cecil told me," she answers the unvoiced question.

"Was he at the bachelorette party?"

She giggles as we make our way into the hotel, "Nope," she points with her hand, "There he is. I just said that so no one would say anything about Barret and CeCe."

Cecil standing at the desk looking rather bored, but perks up when he sees us.

"Oh dear," he says when we reach the desk, "Our groom has passed out. Better now than on the beach."

"He almost did," I mutter.

Tifa grins, "CeCe…will you be at the weddin tomorrow?"

"Oh honey I can smell you," he pinches his nose, "Don't know yet; it depends on my schedule. But I'll be sure to stop by."

"Okay," she grins, ignoring the smell comment, "What room number is Cid again?"

Cecil types something into the computer, "Six one nine. You got that hun?"

"Nine one four, got it," she grins.

Cecil gives me a doubtful look, "Please tell me one of you is sober."

"Close enough…six one nine," I say.

"Thank goodness," Cecil says, and we move on.

We somehow make it onto the elevator, and up to the sixth floor. Tifa barely reaches the door and I fish Cid's key out of his pocket. We unlock the door, and make it to his bed and toss him on it. Tifa's motherly nature takes over even drunk, and she moves to try and get his head on a pillow, and takes off his boots. Personally I won't go anywhere near Cid's feet. Who knows what lies in wait there.

Tifa brushes her hands, and grins at me. I lead her out of the room, leaving Cid's keys on the nightstand. We get on the elevator, and I push the four button.

Tifa frowns up at me, "But the party is on two…and …the bachelor…is…"

I stare down at her, "No…you need rest."

She sticks her tongue out at me, but her head falls against my chest as we descend. When the doors open she makes no move to walk, so I reach around, and pick her up, careful to not bump her head or feet as I maneuver out of the elevator.

I move down the hallway to our room and Tifa digs her key out and unlocks the door from my arms.

I stumble inside, the few drinks I had making me a bit woozy. I move quickly to the bed, and place her on it. She proceeds with the difficult task of pulling off her boots. I lock the door and get her some water. She drinks it, even in her drunken state knowing that it'll be worse in the morning if she doesn't.

I sit down beside of her on the bed, and sigh, glancing at the clock. It says two thirty, and I run my hair through my hand.

"You aren't mad at me, are you?"

I glance at her, confused, "Why would I be?"

"Cos I lied," she says pathetically, downing the rest of her water.

I take the glass from her hand, "If it involves Yuffie, I don't blame you."

She giggles, sliding down the bed so she can lie down. Apparently it's time to sleep.

I turn out the lights, crashing onto the bed beside of her, and she rolls to face me. She stares at me for a minute, before shutting her eyes slowly, sleep finally taking over.

I watch her despite my want of sleep, trailing my fingers down her arm, and onto her hip.

'Getting married, having a baby; strange feelin, bein nervous. One day, you'll feel what it's like…'

I run my hand across her stomach, and she mumbles in her sleep, rolling against me, and fitting her head beneath my chin.

One day…

A/N: that was fun. HOLY FISHSTICKS BATMAN! WE HIT 1000 REVIEWS. (Certain thanks to a particular zealous reviewer Cough sael cough hee, thanks bud) Man, this site has been screwy today, hasn't it? Ah well, I need the sleepage. Enjoy this fast update if you even get the update alert or if it'll let you open it. Hopefully all this craziness tis fixed. Till next time loves! THANKS AGAIN! wooo 1000! and three, technically. but still! 1000 XD happy days