Night 59: Janitor's Closet

Nov 20, 2011 15:57

[From here]

Finally, she thought. It felt good to be actually productive for a night--yanking copious amounts of liquor and snacks aside. Of course, it had come with a price, as the fiery throb in her hand reminded her. Carefully pushing the door open, which was still in pristine condition (and thus creeped the hell out of Tifa), for them to both enter the small, cramped room.

"There's the sink," she pointed to her right against the wall. "Run cold water over your arm and I'll look for something to stop the burn..." There were plenty of jugs to choose from, the question was which held the right chemical. It wouldn't do to make this worse.

"Oh--" That reminded her. "Your shirt. Careful with it. If you got any of that stuff on it, it'll just start a reaction all over again." With that, she whipped back around to the shelves of cleaning products. As she searched, Tifa felt a strange and nagging itch across her back. The door. It was wide open. That faux pas was quickly rectified. "That wouldn't have been good."

zack, tifa

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