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Who; Yuffie & Cloud
Status; Open, for the most part.
When; 11:00pm
Where; Sector 4 bar, "Tipsy's" (yay for random bar names!)
What; Yuffie's been bored and felt that Cloud needed to go out and enjoy life with her. Maybe get a break from all the stress.
It had been a difficult process; ten agonizing minutes of pleading with herself and the final push to suck it up and do it, but Yuffie had finally managed to send the blond AVALANCHE leader a text demanding that he meet her. Her own anxious and fidgety mind had then forgotten to say just where he was supposed to go and five seconds later from her first text came another with 'TIPSY'S'. She was sure he could figure the rest out. If not, it would probably explain why she was still standing outside the bar entrance. Then again, this could also be portrayed as a fault of her own. Yuffie had never been the patient type and having sent the message the second she arrived at Tipsy's might have explained why Cloud wasn't there seconds later as well. She would have also been safe to assume he wouldn't be in quite the good mood as she was in.
Now just why she had chosen Tipsy's was a rather easy thing to answer. Despite it's small size and dim lighting, it was a nice place where people were getting along. No random fights or people yelling at each other, in fact the loudest thing inside was the badly sung karaoke. Now whether this was the bar Cloud had mentioned or not was far beyond her and this had been her best bet.
Shaking the much-too-boring thoughts from her mind, Yuffie glanced over to the doorway and watched as the sober entered and the drunk returned to cheerfully wave goodbye to her and go along their merry way -- most likely being lead along by the designated driver or an all around good citizen, probably as drunk as they were. Yuffie would smile politely and wave back as they left, a laugh bubbling out as she heard one belch out their ABC's in order to impress their girlfriend, or whoever the scantily clad woman was.
Any humor in the moment had left as soon as another similar woman wrapped her arms around Yuffie, giggling into her ear and reeking of booze. "Wanna take me home?" She cooed, causing Yuffie to nearly vomit from the stench. "C'mon, big bo--"
"I'm not a boy!" Yuffie interrupted, yelling and flailing her arms about in irritation. The woman backed off, gave Yuffie a quick once-over then a second, and began to laugh as she walked away. Yuffie pursed her lips in annoyance and turned her back to the street, hands planted firmly on her hips as she began tapping her foot. "I don't even look like a boy anymore. I've got boobs now, well kinda but still!" She quietly fumed to herself, a weak attempt at patching up her self-esteem as she glared at the bar -- it had to be all Tipsy's fault. A moment of conceit caught her and Yuffie looked down at herself, fingers tugging thoughtfully at the hem of the white tank top she wore. Lo and behold, Yuffie had worn pants as well, but she was beginning to regret it. "I look fine!" She finished aloud to herself, ignoring the glances she was being given.
Great, now even the drunks thought she was crazy.
Status; Open, for the most part.
When; 11:00pm
Where; Sector 4 bar, "Tipsy's" (yay for random bar names!)
What; Yuffie's been bored and felt that Cloud needed to go out and enjoy life with her. Maybe get a break from all the stress.
It had been a difficult process; ten agonizing minutes of pleading with herself and the final push to suck it up and do it, but Yuffie had finally managed to send the blond AVALANCHE leader a text demanding that he meet her. Her own anxious and fidgety mind had then forgotten to say just where he was supposed to go and five seconds later from her first text came another with 'TIPSY'S'. She was sure he could figure the rest out. If not, it would probably explain why she was still standing outside the bar entrance. Then again, this could also be portrayed as a fault of her own. Yuffie had never been the patient type and having sent the message the second she arrived at Tipsy's might have explained why Cloud wasn't there seconds later as well. She would have also been safe to assume he wouldn't be in quite the good mood as she was in.
Now just why she had chosen Tipsy's was a rather easy thing to answer. Despite it's small size and dim lighting, it was a nice place where people were getting along. No random fights or people yelling at each other, in fact the loudest thing inside was the badly sung karaoke. Now whether this was the bar Cloud had mentioned or not was far beyond her and this had been her best bet.
Shaking the much-too-boring thoughts from her mind, Yuffie glanced over to the doorway and watched as the sober entered and the drunk returned to cheerfully wave goodbye to her and go along their merry way -- most likely being lead along by the designated driver or an all around good citizen, probably as drunk as they were. Yuffie would smile politely and wave back as they left, a laugh bubbling out as she heard one belch out their ABC's in order to impress their girlfriend, or whoever the scantily clad woman was.
Any humor in the moment had left as soon as another similar woman wrapped her arms around Yuffie, giggling into her ear and reeking of booze. "Wanna take me home?" She cooed, causing Yuffie to nearly vomit from the stench. "C'mon, big bo--"
"I'm not a boy!" Yuffie interrupted, yelling and flailing her arms about in irritation. The woman backed off, gave Yuffie a quick once-over then a second, and began to laugh as she walked away. Yuffie pursed her lips in annoyance and turned her back to the street, hands planted firmly on her hips as she began tapping her foot. "I don't even look like a boy anymore. I've got boobs now, well kinda but still!" She quietly fumed to herself, a weak attempt at patching up her self-esteem as she glared at the bar -- it had to be all Tipsy's fault. A moment of conceit caught her and Yuffie looked down at herself, fingers tugging thoughtfully at the hem of the white tank top she wore. Lo and behold, Yuffie had worn pants as well, but she was beginning to regret it. "I look fine!" She finished aloud to herself, ignoring the glances she was being given.
Great, now even the drunks thought she was crazy.