For Crystal - so you can get off my back now! :-P hehe!
Another one, yes... minutes after the previous posted scene.
Tifa walked into the bar, looking a bit worse for ware. She was a little dishevled, a little bruised, but she had a fiery glint in her eyes and she's smiling like she's had a great night.
Seifer gently moved Selphie’s head so it was resting on the bar, moving her arms so they pillowed it. She’d have a sore neck probably, but that was all. “Hey, bar lady,” he said with a grin upon seeing Tifa.
She smiles brightly at him as she got behind the bar. "Hi, Seifer!" she leaned on it in front of him, eyes glinting as she smiled an amused smile. "How's the jaw?"
He cocked his head to the side. “You may have to pop it back in place – I’ve been chewing lopsidedly all damn day.”
She let out a little laugh, and got him a drink, setting it on the bar in front of him. Then she made a show of eyeing his jaw, checking for bruises. "Well, if you get out of hand again, I'll remember to use the left hook tonight."
He nodded. “Please do. My jaw will thank you for it”
She smiles. "I'm courteous like that." she said. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and rubbed at a gash on her forearm with one of the napkins behind the bar. "So Selphie can't hold her alcohol, huh?"
“Well, she insisted on drinking what I was drinking,” he said. “I can’t be held reasonable. You two know each other huh? And what did you do?”
"I met her the other night." she said, then grinned at him. "I was out fighting monsters. I haven't done it in too long, not since I left my world. And hitting you last night got my itch to fight started again. Had to go take some on. It was fun."
“Ah, that explains that,” he muttered. “You must be sorely out of practice though – those critters out there are nothing.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I seem to have taken care of you no problem. But you're right, I am. A little. I'll just have to keep going out!"
“I was drunk – that doesn’t count,” he objected. “Anyway, I do that for a living – you should come out with me sometime… Me and probably Rikku.”
She ran to grab drinks for some other patrons, glaring hard at a few of the males who seem to have been hypnotized by her chest, then went back to Seifer.
“Well?” he asked.
"Rikku?"
“Yeah, she’s a crazy girl,” he said. “Sweet though – cute too. Probably too damn sweet for her own good.”
She raised her eyebrow. "She your girlfriend?" she asked before she could stop herself.
“Eh… not… really,” he said. “Haven’t done anything really date-like anyway.”
She smiled then. "Alright then, Seifer. Out monster hunting with you sounds fun to me. I'm up for it."
She turned to another patron who leaned forward and actually grabbed her chest. She stood there shocked for a second, then pushed the guy off. "Hey, asshole!" she cried, automatically moving to cross her arms over her chest.
Seifer stood, not nearly as drunk as he’d been the other night – which was a plus. “Hey – hands off, dickwad!”
The guy frowned at Seifer, then leered at Tifa. "Well maybe she shouldn't wear clothes like that if she doesn't want to be grabbed." he snapped.
Tifa balled her fists and looked about ready to hop the bar and throttle the guy.
Seifer cocked his head in the drunkard’s direction and looked to Tifa. “You want I should do it? I’m closer.”
She glanced at him, then just nodded curtly. With a wide grin, Seifer leaned back and railed the bastard as hard as he possibly could. The man went down with a shocked expression – out cold. “The drunks go out too easily,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Maybe I should cut back.”
She looked at him, then smiled softly. "Thanks."
“Meh, no biggie,” Seifer replied with a shrug. “He asked for it.”
"Yeah, well, it was nice of you. You didn't have to do that. Thanks." She smiled. "Tonight, your drinks are on me."
“Well hell – like I said it was no problem.” He looked down at the half empty glass on the bar. “I don’t think I want any more of that though…” he muttered. “I’m not in the mood to get tanked too fast any more. Just a beer.”
She nodded and got him a beer, cracking it and setting it on the bar in front of him. "So, mister savior from grabby assholes, you from around here?"
“Technically I’m from Balamb,” he said, then paused. “Strike that. Technically, I have no idea where the hell I’m from, but most of my life was spent in Balamb, so I think that counts.”
"Never been there. I've just been here. But then, I'm new to here entierly. Is Balamb nice?"
He nodded. “Yeah. In the summer.”
"I'll have to go there sometime...or...anywhere sometime as it were." she says with a little half smile.
“They got all the trains running now, so it shouldn’t be too hard,” he said.
She fetched drinks for people, but continued to come back to Seifer. "Yeah. Maybe once I make some money I'll go wandering to see what's here. Where I'm from is pretty well destroyed...or at least a whole lot of it is."
“What happened?”
She shrugged and leaned on the bar in front of him. "Big fight with the bad guys. Lots of things got blown to hell. My home did, that's for sure."
He whistled through his teeth. “A’yep. Big fight with the bad guys and all that… been there done that.”
She raised an eyebrow. "I take it you won?"
“Ah – no. See, I was on the *other* side,” he said, making an elaborate hand gesture to go with the explanation. “Why do you think I drink? It helps me forget.”
"Oh!" she said, surprised. "Well..erm...time for a topic change, huh." She eyed him a moment. "You know, you're not how the bosses said you were."
“How did they say I was?” he queried.
She looked up, ticking her points off on her fingers. "They said you were rude, you had a horrible temper, you were an asshole, you were dangerous, and that I would have to keep my eye on you all night to make sure you didn't kill anyone. I mean, the only reason they haven't kicked out out permanently is because I think they're afraid of you."
He smirked. “I’m sorry. I’ll try harder next time.”
She looked him in the eye, a little smile on her lips. "Oh, I'm not complaining. So far, besides the fact that I've had to punch you out, you've been pretty...nice."
He grimaced. “Damnit. Must. Stop. That.” He smacked himself in the forehead.
She giggled a little. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can tell everyone else that you're a big pain and I'm scared to death of you."
“Aw, could you? I’d love you forever.”
That got a wide smile out of her, and she leaned forward, setting another beer on the bar in front of him. "That a promise?" she asked in a low, playful tone.
“Only if you keep yours,” he said, taking a drink.
She gaves him her best little seductive smile, eyes twinkling. "I'm good at keeping promises." She laughed, and starts cleaning up some of the glasses left on the bar, continually coming back over to Seifer.
After a while, she eyes him, she said, "I'd love to see you fight sometime. Maybe take you on. That punch you gave earlier was pretty decent."
“Well, hand to hand isn’t my best style – I can give you the name of a good one for that though,” he said and then shrugged. “But you name the time and place and I’ll be there.”
"I'd rather fight you. I'll bet you're really good. And I could use a good challenge. And whenever is good for me. I'm always up for a fight. I just hadn't realized how much I'd missed it! Then I meet you and you get it all woken up in me again."
He laughed. “You know, usually I have to work just a little harder to start a fight.”
She grins at him. "Well, I'm just a strange girl."
“With a right hook like a sledge hammer.”
"Thank you." she says proudly, buffing her nails on her shirt. "A girl's got to have some talents."
He nodded, setting his drink back down. “Suppose so.”
She cleaned up some more, then cocked her head to the side and stared at him. "So, can I ask you a personal question?"
“Can’t promise an answer, but go ahead.”
"Where'd you get the sexy scar?"
He laughed. “Oh this?” He pointed. “Ah… got into a fight back at school. Took it a little too far, s’all.”
"Must have been some fight." she said, getting a few more drinks for people, and ignoring their attempts at conversation as she continued to talk to Seifer.
He shrugged. “’Suppose. The other guy got one to – so he thought he’d make us even.”
She gave him a little amused smile. "So you match?"
“A’yup.” He nodded. “So you’ll know him if you ever see him.”
"I guess so!" She got him another beer, and grabbed herself a drink as well. "So. What you doing when we close?"
“I have… no idea,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Usually, the standard action is ‘go home and pass out’.”
She sipped at her drink. "But tonight you're not piss drunk." she pointed out.
He shrugged. “Amazingly no and I’m not even buying my own drinks – what the hell?”
She nodded. "Yep. You could be taking horrible advantage of me, yet you're not."
“I shall attempt to correct that post haste,” he announced, setting down the empty bottle. “Another one!”
She giggled and fetched him another one. "Here you are, Sir!" she said playfully. “You know, I am the bartender. You could be asking me for shots of our best stuff. Y'know, the expensive bottles we've got hidden in the back."
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Tell you what,” he said. “If I win this fight, you’ll get me a bottle of that fancy shit – if you win, my treat.”
She grinned, eyes getting that fire again. "You're on!"
“Ha!” He leaned back. “Sucker. I fight dirty you know.”
She leaned forward on the bar in front of him. "I've been known to throw a sucker punch here or there too. We'll see who comes out on top."
“Yes, yes we will…” he replied slyly.
She glanced around the bar and wondered if she could get away with closing up early. "Hmm."
He cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
"You've got me itching for a fight now. I was wondering if I could get away with closin up now."
He looked around him. The bar was starting to empty. “Give ‘em about a half hour – and give me another beer.”
She nodded, then hopped to, getting the beer and holding it out in front of her, instead of setting it in front of him again. "Here."
He took it, inclining his head slightly. “Thanks.”
She smiled. "No problem."
Tifa walked into the bar, looking a bit worse for ware. She was a little dishevled, a little bruised, but she had a fiery glint in her eyes and she's smiling like she's had a great night.
Seifer gently moved Selphie’s head so it was resting on the bar, moving her arms so they pillowed it. She’d have a sore neck probably, but that was all. “Hey, bar lady,” he said with a grin upon seeing Tifa.
She smiles brightly at him as she got behind the bar. "Hi, Seifer!" she leaned on it in front of him, eyes glinting as she smiled an amused smile. "How's the jaw?"
He cocked his head to the side. “You may have to pop it back in place – I’ve been chewing lopsidedly all damn day.”
She let out a little laugh, and got him a drink, setting it on the bar in front of him. Then she made a show of eyeing his jaw, checking for bruises. "Well, if you get out of hand again, I'll remember to use the left hook tonight."
He nodded. “Please do. My jaw will thank you for it”
She smiles. "I'm courteous like that." she said. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and rubbed at a gash on her forearm with one of the napkins behind the bar. "So Selphie can't hold her alcohol, huh?"
“Well, she insisted on drinking what I was drinking,” he said. “I can’t be held reasonable. You two know each other huh? And what did you do?”
"I met her the other night." she said, then grinned at him. "I was out fighting monsters. I haven't done it in too long, not since I left my world. And hitting you last night got my itch to fight started again. Had to go take some on. It was fun."
“Ah, that explains that,” he muttered. “You must be sorely out of practice though – those critters out there are nothing.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I seem to have taken care of you no problem. But you're right, I am. A little. I'll just have to keep going out!"
“I was drunk – that doesn’t count,” he objected. “Anyway, I do that for a living – you should come out with me sometime… Me and probably Rikku.”
She ran to grab drinks for some other patrons, glaring hard at a few of the males who seem to have been hypnotized by her chest, then went back to Seifer.
“Well?” he asked.
"Rikku?"
“Yeah, she’s a crazy girl,” he said. “Sweet though – cute too. Probably too damn sweet for her own good.”
She raised her eyebrow. "She your girlfriend?" she asked before she could stop herself.
“Eh… not… really,” he said. “Haven’t done anything really date-like anyway.”
She smiled then. "Alright then, Seifer. Out monster hunting with you sounds fun to me. I'm up for it."
She turned to another patron who leaned forward and actually grabbed her chest. She stood there shocked for a second, then pushed the guy off. "Hey, asshole!" she cried, automatically moving to cross her arms over her chest.
Seifer stood, not nearly as drunk as he’d been the other night – which was a plus. “Hey – hands off, dickwad!”
The guy frowned at Seifer, then leered at Tifa. "Well maybe she shouldn't wear clothes like that if she doesn't want to be grabbed." he snapped.
Tifa balled her fists and looked about ready to hop the bar and throttle the guy.
Seifer cocked his head in the drunkard’s direction and looked to Tifa. “You want I should do it? I’m closer.”
She glanced at him, then just nodded curtly. With a wide grin, Seifer leaned back and railed the bastard as hard as he possibly could. The man went down with a shocked expression – out cold. “The drunks go out too easily,” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “Maybe I should cut back.”
She looked at him, then smiled softly. "Thanks."
“Meh, no biggie,” Seifer replied with a shrug. “He asked for it.”
"Yeah, well, it was nice of you. You didn't have to do that. Thanks." She smiled. "Tonight, your drinks are on me."
“Well hell – like I said it was no problem.” He looked down at the half empty glass on the bar. “I don’t think I want any more of that though…” he muttered. “I’m not in the mood to get tanked too fast any more. Just a beer.”
She nodded and got him a beer, cracking it and setting it on the bar in front of him. "So, mister savior from grabby assholes, you from around here?"
“Technically I’m from Balamb,” he said, then paused. “Strike that. Technically, I have no idea where the hell I’m from, but most of my life was spent in Balamb, so I think that counts.”
"Never been there. I've just been here. But then, I'm new to here entierly. Is Balamb nice?"
He nodded. “Yeah. In the summer.”
"I'll have to go there sometime...or...anywhere sometime as it were." she says with a little half smile.
“They got all the trains running now, so it shouldn’t be too hard,” he said.
She fetched drinks for people, but continued to come back to Seifer. "Yeah. Maybe once I make some money I'll go wandering to see what's here. Where I'm from is pretty well destroyed...or at least a whole lot of it is."
“What happened?”
She shrugged and leaned on the bar in front of him. "Big fight with the bad guys. Lots of things got blown to hell. My home did, that's for sure."
He whistled through his teeth. “A’yep. Big fight with the bad guys and all that… been there done that.”
She raised an eyebrow. "I take it you won?"
“Ah – no. See, I was on the *other* side,” he said, making an elaborate hand gesture to go with the explanation. “Why do you think I drink? It helps me forget.”
"Oh!" she said, surprised. "Well..erm...time for a topic change, huh." She eyed him a moment. "You know, you're not how the bosses said you were."
“How did they say I was?” he queried.
She looked up, ticking her points off on her fingers. "They said you were rude, you had a horrible temper, you were an asshole, you were dangerous, and that I would have to keep my eye on you all night to make sure you didn't kill anyone. I mean, the only reason they haven't kicked out out permanently is because I think they're afraid of you."
He smirked. “I’m sorry. I’ll try harder next time.”
She looked him in the eye, a little smile on her lips. "Oh, I'm not complaining. So far, besides the fact that I've had to punch you out, you've been pretty...nice."
He grimaced. “Damnit. Must. Stop. That.” He smacked himself in the forehead.
She giggled a little. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can tell everyone else that you're a big pain and I'm scared to death of you."
“Aw, could you? I’d love you forever.”
That got a wide smile out of her, and she leaned forward, setting another beer on the bar in front of him. "That a promise?" she asked in a low, playful tone.
“Only if you keep yours,” he said, taking a drink.
She gaves him her best little seductive smile, eyes twinkling. "I'm good at keeping promises." She laughed, and starts cleaning up some of the glasses left on the bar, continually coming back over to Seifer.
After a while, she eyes him, she said, "I'd love to see you fight sometime. Maybe take you on. That punch you gave earlier was pretty decent."
“Well, hand to hand isn’t my best style – I can give you the name of a good one for that though,” he said and then shrugged. “But you name the time and place and I’ll be there.”
"I'd rather fight you. I'll bet you're really good. And I could use a good challenge. And whenever is good for me. I'm always up for a fight. I just hadn't realized how much I'd missed it! Then I meet you and you get it all woken up in me again."
He laughed. “You know, usually I have to work just a little harder to start a fight.”
She grins at him. "Well, I'm just a strange girl."
“With a right hook like a sledge hammer.”
"Thank you." she says proudly, buffing her nails on her shirt. "A girl's got to have some talents."
He nodded, setting his drink back down. “Suppose so.”
She cleaned up some more, then cocked her head to the side and stared at him. "So, can I ask you a personal question?"
“Can’t promise an answer, but go ahead.”
"Where'd you get the sexy scar?"
He laughed. “Oh this?” He pointed. “Ah… got into a fight back at school. Took it a little too far, s’all.”
"Must have been some fight." she said, getting a few more drinks for people, and ignoring their attempts at conversation as she continued to talk to Seifer.
He shrugged. “’Suppose. The other guy got one to – so he thought he’d make us even.”
She gave him a little amused smile. "So you match?"
“A’yup.” He nodded. “So you’ll know him if you ever see him.”
"I guess so!" She got him another beer, and grabbed herself a drink as well. "So. What you doing when we close?"
“I have… no idea,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Usually, the standard action is ‘go home and pass out’.”
She sipped at her drink. "But tonight you're not piss drunk." she pointed out.
He shrugged. “Amazingly no and I’m not even buying my own drinks – what the hell?”
She nodded. "Yep. You could be taking horrible advantage of me, yet you're not."
“I shall attempt to correct that post haste,” he announced, setting down the empty bottle. “Another one!”
She giggled and fetched him another one. "Here you are, Sir!" she said playfully. “You know, I am the bartender. You could be asking me for shots of our best stuff. Y'know, the expensive bottles we've got hidden in the back."
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Tell you what,” he said. “If I win this fight, you’ll get me a bottle of that fancy shit – if you win, my treat.”
She grinned, eyes getting that fire again. "You're on!"
“Ha!” He leaned back. “Sucker. I fight dirty you know.”
She leaned forward on the bar in front of him. "I've been known to throw a sucker punch here or there too. We'll see who comes out on top."
“Yes, yes we will…” he replied slyly.
She glanced around the bar and wondered if she could get away with closing up early. "Hmm."
He cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
"You've got me itching for a fight now. I was wondering if I could get away with closin up now."
He looked around him. The bar was starting to empty. “Give ‘em about a half hour – and give me another beer.”
She nodded, then hopped to, getting the beer and holding it out in front of her, instead of setting it in front of him again. "Here."
He took it, inclining his head slightly. “Thanks.”
She smiled. "No problem."