Il Pollo, Saturday Night
Rinoa was ready. She had worked all week for this. She had picked out an elegant gown, and done her hair up. She'd even considered an elaborate headdress or a henna tattoo, but no. Understated was better.
Okay, her dad was a complete jerk, and maybe after tonight she could happily never, ever talk to him again. That would be good. Or maybe he'd be less of a jerk and they would ... something. Talk?
She wasn't going to hold her breath for that. Even just the phone call a week ago had gone disastrously. She was still angry about so much. Like, say, the entirety of her childhood, and him being a cold, uncaring bastard.
Tonight wasn't about them. Tonight was about Timber, and trying rational arguments to secure its freedom. Tonight, she had research on her side. Military, strategic perspectives, about why the occupation was a good idea. So tonight she was the Sorceress, addressing Galbadia's interim president, and not an angry teenage girl having dinner with her estranged father.
It might take slightly more than five minutes before the whole evening went to hell.
(Rinoa's here for her father, but it's open for all of your Il Pollo needs!)
Okay, her dad was a complete jerk, and maybe after tonight she could happily never, ever talk to him again. That would be good. Or maybe he'd be less of a jerk and they would ... something. Talk?
She wasn't going to hold her breath for that. Even just the phone call a week ago had gone disastrously. She was still angry about so much. Like, say, the entirety of her childhood, and him being a cold, uncaring bastard.
Tonight wasn't about them. Tonight was about Timber, and trying rational arguments to secure its freedom. Tonight, she had research on her side. Military, strategic perspectives, about why the occupation was a good idea. So tonight she was the Sorceress, addressing Galbadia's interim president, and not an angry teenage girl having dinner with her estranged father.
It might take slightly more than five minutes before the whole evening went to hell.
(Rinoa's here for her father, but it's open for all of your Il Pollo needs!)