[identity profile] sheraflies.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] shiva_dancing_backup
 Who: Cid Highwind, Open
What:  Getting a drink and checking up on old friends
Where:  7th Heaven, Edge
When:   Late afternoon
Warnings:  It's Cid so language warnings

Cid pushed open the door as he looked at the bar,  it was a nice place,  the familiar smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol coming to his nose as he chewed on his own lit cigarette,  his hands in his jean pockets as he glanced at the customers,  a few eyeing his spear strapped to his back as he walked toward the counter and took a seat on a bar stool,  placing his spear next to him  as he placed some gill on the counter, holding it under his thumb.   "Oi, what do I have to do get a fucking drink around here?" he called to whoever was in the back,  since he couldn't see anyone at the counter.  

Date: 2010-10-22 07:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spiritedfighter.livejournal.com
Tifa was in the process of cleaning up the back some, since they only got the front done for cosmetic purposes, and to help raise a bit of gil to pay for the rest of the repairs. Sighing, she flipped the towel over the lip of the sink and was drying her hands off, when she heard another customer walk in. She pushed the curtain back, and stepped into the bar area.
"Well, if you'd want a fucking drink you better ask nicely!" Tifa said tiredly, as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
Then Tifa happened to finally look up, and see who it was. It was Cid. The craziest pilot she'd ever met in her life. Tifa hoped his flying skills have improved since their last adventure. Tifa smiled at Cid.
"So how have you been stranger?" Tifa asked.

Date: 2010-10-24 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spiritedfighter.livejournal.com
Tifa smiled. "Vincent has been around here lately, helping with the bar and all. But next to you, I haven't see much of anyone else."
Tifa pulled a glass from behind the bar and inspected it really quick, and used the ice scoop to drop a few cubes into the glass. "What would you like to drink?"

Date: 2010-10-30 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spiritedfighter.livejournal.com
Tifa poured herself the glass of scotch after retrieving a beer and sliding it over to Cid. "Well, Denzel is like my son to me, so he's pretty much a given. About the only time we're apart is if we're between bars."
Tifa sipped the scotch, enjoying the bitter burn as it went down. With all the stress lately, she was tempted to bum a cigarette off Cid.
"We've mainly been cleaning up the bar since it got wrecked to hell and back. Luckily, they didn't torch the place up in flames," Tifa said thoughtfully gazing around at their handy work.
From: [identity profile] spiritedfighter.livejournal.com
Tifa ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, they showed up when I wasn't here, otherwise they'd have both of us to contend with," Tifa said with a smile. "No you haven't told me about the additions yet. What did you get done?"


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