I probably shouldn't sit on this...
We can probably set the time line for this a day or two after he and Rikku had that fateful encounter.
Selphie bounced into the bar where Tifa worked, eyes working the crowd to find her friend. Well, she didn't know for sure if she'd be on, but since she was in the neighborhood, she'd check. A drunk bumped into her, sending her a couple feet back, but she bounded forwards, pressing a business card into his hand. "Selphie Tilmitt, hired gun," she sang, and pressed towards the bar. "Look who we have here," she said delightedly. "Not who I was looking for, but you'll do. Seifer!" She let out a squeal that was pure Selphie.
He cringed. Only one drink into the night – this was too early for this. He needed to get drunk, and fast. Maybe if he ignored her, she’d go away.
Hah! No such luck. Selphie was up on the bar next to him, chattering away. "Heya, Seifer, how are you! Never thought I'd see you of all people here! Do you know anyone here? Are they nice?" She tucked the business cards back in her pocket.
He drew in a deep breath. “Fine until you showed up. What a coincidence. No, and uh… no.”
"Oh, but I met the nicest girl here last night, we had some things in common, and wow!" She punched him cheerfully on the arm. "You look better than last time I saw you! You know, not too long after the shit hit the fan."
“I look better,” he stated blandly, taking a drink. “Only you could say something like that and mean it.”
Selphie nodded. "Good. I can hold my liquor." She tossed her hair as if insulted he'd think otherwise.
“Heh.” He snorted quietly. “This outta be good.”
The bartender shoved a glass her way, and she picked it up, sniffed it, and took a sip. "Hmm." She blinked a few times. "Not bad. It's not pink, but it's okay."
Seifer put his glass down with a grin. “I give you… five minutes.”
"Okay, but is that five minutes of sipping or five minutes of drinking, or are we just talking about five minutes of your scintillating conversation?"
“Sipping – before you pass out.”
"Mmm." She nodded, and let those first two sips settle before a third. "My toes feel fuzzy," she said happily.
He snickered. “That’s generally a sign that you’re going to start singing and dancing with a paper hat and seeing little pink elephants wander across the street.”
"Oh, Seifer, you don't know me half as well as you think you do, no siree. I did that at the last party Rinoa had. Stone cold sober, my friend." She tossed back another sip, and swayed alarmingly.
He reached out to steady her. “I believe it. How is she anyway?”
Selphie leaned on him for a minute, taking a deep breath and pushing herself upright. "Rinoa. She is. . .disgustingly in love, last time I checked. But that was a while ago. I haven't seen them in a while." Frowning, she stared at the glass.
He took it away from here. “Why not?”
"'Coz I was tired of being their PATSY, that's why." Selphie paused. "'Cept I don't know if that's the right word, and they called me Selphie, not Patsy, but you, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN." She sniffed.
“Yes yes…” he murmured, grinning. This amused him to no end. “So you’re doing what now?”
"I'm getting blasted," she said, suddenly cheering up. "It's kinda fun, is this why you do it?" She looked like she was thinking, and then she managed the amazing feat of both grasping her glass and sipping, and pulling out a business card. "I'm going to be my own damn merch- mercenary. Have a card."
He took it gingerly and gave it a once over. “I see,” he murmured. “It’s… ah… interesting. You know… you could slow down…”
She blinked. "Slow. . .down?"
“With the drinking,” he pointed out. “One glass of that shit goes a long way.” He lifted up his own, barely empty glass. “And if you don’t slow down, you’ll get sick – guaranteed.”
She stared at him, and then set the glass down. "Okay. Can do. But if I'm not drinking, I'm talking, and I'm asking questions. Like what are you doing here?"
He looked around, then down at the glass on the bar. “At the moment I appear to be drinking.”
"You're just as smart as I remember! No, why are you HERE? Where have you been?" She waved her hands around as if that might help him.
“Oh!” He feigned a look of surprise. “Well that… I’ve been all over the place. Did you know, that most city councils offer bounties on the heads of monsters?”
Selphie giggled. "Beats being a secretary, huh? One of the guys I gave my card to wanted me to be his secretary." She giggled again. "So, you're a monster hunter now?"
He nodded. “It’s not too exciting, but it pays. And pays well.”
"Pays. There's something I could use." She squinted off into the distance. "I've got money for now, but we'll see how long it lasts." She was really tempted to have another sip. "Do you see your friends anymore?"
“No…” He trailed off, his brows knitted in confusion. “Last I saw them, they were in Balamb.”
"In Balamb, huh? Looks like you and me have something in common after all. I am - hic - unappreciated. What about you?" She was feeling for that glass again.
He pushed it over to her. “Me? Just a drunk.”
"Nah," she disagreed as she picked it up. "Sometimes you're a prick, too." She giggled, took another sip, and swayed. "Jus' kiddin', Seify. You know you're as good as any of 'em." She giggled drunkly. "Oh, and now I'm a drunk too." She swayed yet again, slumping to his shoulder. "Don' get me wrong, I don'wanna be in your pants. But I'm getting tired. Oops." Saying thus, Selphie was out cold.
He glanced over at her and shook his head, taking another sip of his equally strong drink. “Lightweight,” he muttered under his breath.
Selphie bounced into the bar where Tifa worked, eyes working the crowd to find her friend. Well, she didn't know for sure if she'd be on, but since she was in the neighborhood, she'd check. A drunk bumped into her, sending her a couple feet back, but she bounded forwards, pressing a business card into his hand. "Selphie Tilmitt, hired gun," she sang, and pressed towards the bar. "Look who we have here," she said delightedly. "Not who I was looking for, but you'll do. Seifer!" She let out a squeal that was pure Selphie.
He cringed. Only one drink into the night – this was too early for this. He needed to get drunk, and fast. Maybe if he ignored her, she’d go away.
Hah! No such luck. Selphie was up on the bar next to him, chattering away. "Heya, Seifer, how are you! Never thought I'd see you of all people here! Do you know anyone here? Are they nice?" She tucked the business cards back in her pocket.
He drew in a deep breath. “Fine until you showed up. What a coincidence. No, and uh… no.”
"Oh, but I met the nicest girl here last night, we had some things in common, and wow!" She punched him cheerfully on the arm. "You look better than last time I saw you! You know, not too long after the shit hit the fan."
“I look better,” he stated blandly, taking a drink. “Only you could say something like that and mean it.”
Selphie nodded. "Good. I can hold my liquor." She tossed her hair as if insulted he'd think otherwise.
“Heh.” He snorted quietly. “This outta be good.”
The bartender shoved a glass her way, and she picked it up, sniffed it, and took a sip. "Hmm." She blinked a few times. "Not bad. It's not pink, but it's okay."
Seifer put his glass down with a grin. “I give you… five minutes.”
"Okay, but is that five minutes of sipping or five minutes of drinking, or are we just talking about five minutes of your scintillating conversation?"
“Sipping – before you pass out.”
"Mmm." She nodded, and let those first two sips settle before a third. "My toes feel fuzzy," she said happily.
He snickered. “That’s generally a sign that you’re going to start singing and dancing with a paper hat and seeing little pink elephants wander across the street.”
"Oh, Seifer, you don't know me half as well as you think you do, no siree. I did that at the last party Rinoa had. Stone cold sober, my friend." She tossed back another sip, and swayed alarmingly.
He reached out to steady her. “I believe it. How is she anyway?”
Selphie leaned on him for a minute, taking a deep breath and pushing herself upright. "Rinoa. She is. . .disgustingly in love, last time I checked. But that was a while ago. I haven't seen them in a while." Frowning, she stared at the glass.
He took it away from here. “Why not?”
"'Coz I was tired of being their PATSY, that's why." Selphie paused. "'Cept I don't know if that's the right word, and they called me Selphie, not Patsy, but you, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN." She sniffed.
“Yes yes…” he murmured, grinning. This amused him to no end. “So you’re doing what now?”
"I'm getting blasted," she said, suddenly cheering up. "It's kinda fun, is this why you do it?" She looked like she was thinking, and then she managed the amazing feat of both grasping her glass and sipping, and pulling out a business card. "I'm going to be my own damn merch- mercenary. Have a card."
He took it gingerly and gave it a once over. “I see,” he murmured. “It’s… ah… interesting. You know… you could slow down…”
She blinked. "Slow. . .down?"
“With the drinking,” he pointed out. “One glass of that shit goes a long way.” He lifted up his own, barely empty glass. “And if you don’t slow down, you’ll get sick – guaranteed.”
She stared at him, and then set the glass down. "Okay. Can do. But if I'm not drinking, I'm talking, and I'm asking questions. Like what are you doing here?"
He looked around, then down at the glass on the bar. “At the moment I appear to be drinking.”
"You're just as smart as I remember! No, why are you HERE? Where have you been?" She waved her hands around as if that might help him.
“Oh!” He feigned a look of surprise. “Well that… I’ve been all over the place. Did you know, that most city councils offer bounties on the heads of monsters?”
Selphie giggled. "Beats being a secretary, huh? One of the guys I gave my card to wanted me to be his secretary." She giggled again. "So, you're a monster hunter now?"
He nodded. “It’s not too exciting, but it pays. And pays well.”
"Pays. There's something I could use." She squinted off into the distance. "I've got money for now, but we'll see how long it lasts." She was really tempted to have another sip. "Do you see your friends anymore?"
“No…” He trailed off, his brows knitted in confusion. “Last I saw them, they were in Balamb.”
"In Balamb, huh? Looks like you and me have something in common after all. I am - hic - unappreciated. What about you?" She was feeling for that glass again.
He pushed it over to her. “Me? Just a drunk.”
"Nah," she disagreed as she picked it up. "Sometimes you're a prick, too." She giggled, took another sip, and swayed. "Jus' kiddin', Seify. You know you're as good as any of 'em." She giggled drunkly. "Oh, and now I'm a drunk too." She swayed yet again, slumping to his shoulder. "Don' get me wrong, I don'wanna be in your pants. But I'm getting tired. Oops." Saying thus, Selphie was out cold.
He glanced over at her and shook his head, taking another sip of his equally strong drink. “Lightweight,” he muttered under his breath.