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Title: The Beginning
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Vincent, Cloud, Cid, Rufus, Reno, Rude
Claim: Vincent/Cloud/Cid/Rufus
Prompt:01-Fehu for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
24_runes
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG-13
The Beginning
It had started off so cliché. It really had.
Cid had come over with Vincent, dragging Cloud off to go have a few drinks together. He went on about how they needed to do this to keep the whiny insanity levels down. -That- little remark had gotten him dark looks, which he had cheerfully cursed at and otherwise ignored.
It wasn’t Tifa’s, that would have been too close to home. Tifa was family, and you didn’t go to her bar to drink away your woes, or to just get pissed off your ass. No, if anyone of the very odd group of friends tried that, Tifa would have them spilling their sad story into her ear and people would likely end up hurt. Somehow.
The bar they picked was out of the way and mostly quiet. Not someplace one expected to find Turks or their boss.
There had been a long, long moment of quiet as the two groups had eyed each other, then Reno had grinned and stood, tugging Rude to his feet. “Come on,” he slurred, “Tifa is missing a blond boy. Now’s your chance to make a move.”
Rude had done that silent protesting thing of his, but didn’t fight every hard, so was easily dragged out. Cloud had almost gone after them, but Cid had slung an arm over his shoulder and kept him moving towards the alcohol.
Somehow, the planned journey to the bar was derailed and they ended up sitting at the same table as Rufus, who was looking at them with cool blue eyes. “I take it if I ask for you to move, you’ll just ignore me,” he said calmly, and returned to his drink.
Those words, of course, started off an argument, not that most people would have recognized anyone arguing other than Cid, who didn’t bother to keep his voice down and took every chance to swear he could. And as they argued, debated, and traded stories, the drinks continued to flow.
Rufus would claim it was because they had the good taste to lust after him, Vincent and Cloud blamed the alcohol, and Cid said who cared, really. All any of them knew was that the next morning, they were all on Cid’s ship, aching, sore, feeling pretty damn good, and aware that someone had just taken pictures. Cloud, happily, didn’t have a hangover, nor did Vincent, and they were torn between assisting the two men who were cursing the fates, or just mocking them. None had seem adverse to who they had ended up bedding as long as they could blame something for it. Cloud just had one question.
How much could he blame on Tseng and Elena?
Fic word count for November: 848
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Vincent, Cloud, Cid, Rufus, Reno, Rude
Claim: Vincent/Cloud/Cid/Rufus
Prompt:01-Fehu for
24_runesWord Count: 450
Rating: PG-13
The Beginning
It had started off so cliché. It really had.
Cid had come over with Vincent, dragging Cloud off to go have a few drinks together. He went on about how they needed to do this to keep the whiny insanity levels down. -That- little remark had gotten him dark looks, which he had cheerfully cursed at and otherwise ignored.
It wasn’t Tifa’s, that would have been too close to home. Tifa was family, and you didn’t go to her bar to drink away your woes, or to just get pissed off your ass. No, if anyone of the very odd group of friends tried that, Tifa would have them spilling their sad story into her ear and people would likely end up hurt. Somehow.
The bar they picked was out of the way and mostly quiet. Not someplace one expected to find Turks or their boss.
There had been a long, long moment of quiet as the two groups had eyed each other, then Reno had grinned and stood, tugging Rude to his feet. “Come on,” he slurred, “Tifa is missing a blond boy. Now’s your chance to make a move.”
Rude had done that silent protesting thing of his, but didn’t fight every hard, so was easily dragged out. Cloud had almost gone after them, but Cid had slung an arm over his shoulder and kept him moving towards the alcohol.
Somehow, the planned journey to the bar was derailed and they ended up sitting at the same table as Rufus, who was looking at them with cool blue eyes. “I take it if I ask for you to move, you’ll just ignore me,” he said calmly, and returned to his drink.
Those words, of course, started off an argument, not that most people would have recognized anyone arguing other than Cid, who didn’t bother to keep his voice down and took every chance to swear he could. And as they argued, debated, and traded stories, the drinks continued to flow.
Rufus would claim it was because they had the good taste to lust after him, Vincent and Cloud blamed the alcohol, and Cid said who cared, really. All any of them knew was that the next morning, they were all on Cid’s ship, aching, sore, feeling pretty damn good, and aware that someone had just taken pictures. Cloud, happily, didn’t have a hangover, nor did Vincent, and they were torn between assisting the two men who were cursing the fates, or just mocking them. None had seem adverse to who they had ended up bedding as long as they could blame something for it. Cloud just had one question.
How much could he blame on Tseng and Elena?
Fic word count for November: 848