Despite possibly being certifiably insane, Cloud Strife was a smart man. So, after a day of bar hopping, in the spirit of 'relaxing' he noticed the gleam in Tifa's eye, and its twin in Aeris's. They did not look please with the others, and all the instincts that Cloud had were telling him to run. Run fast, run hard.

Should have listened.

Now he, like the others, were trapped, staring as the two girls kissed. Not that they couldn't get up and walk away, but nobody really wanted to, to busy staring with big eyes.

Finally pulling away from each other, hands in places they probably should not have been while in public, the girls giggled. Tifa leaned in and whispered a few words in Cloud's ear, and he realized that the guys hadn't been the only ones drinking. So he simply swallowed hard, turned red, and stayed in his seat when Tifa was dragged off by Aeris, both giggling and heading upstairs.

Barret asked. "Wha' she say?" he asked, slurring just a bit.

Still feeling his cheeks be a bit red, Cloud shook his head, then escaped, thankful that the mako tended to short out intoxication.

He would't be the only red one come morning.