A Night In 7th Heaven

Chapter 5

Hell Hath No Fury like a Redhead Scorned

 

Rude was finishing up the drink he had been nursing for the last half hour. It wasn't surprising in the slightest to hear the familiar voice of his feisty partner rising sharply over the noise of the crowd. He'd observed the shenanigans that included Reno following Vincent Valentine to the washroom, and subsequently Cloud Strife stomping in with an irritated look.

It wasn't too hard to put the math together.

He calmly stood up and straightened out his suit as Reno came crashing out of the facilities, back into the bar on his ass.

“Fuck you, cocksucker!” he seethed, as he launched himself back at the blonde. Cloud grabbed the redhead by the back of his sloppily crumpled white shirt, and started dragging him through the crowd towards the main entrance.

“You're banned again, Reno. Don't come back for 5 days, and for the good of the planet, don't come back drunk, high, or half-naked.” He was annoyed, but fairly calm about the ordeal. Reno being banned was unfortunately, old news.

“Ever think you'd lighten up and stop sucking the fun out of everyone's lives if you just pulled that stick out of your ass?”, the Turk sputtered, trying to wriggle and claw his way out of the iron grip at the back of his neck. Desperately, he attempted to dig his heels into the wooden floor, even grabbed onto chair legs and beams to thwart Cloud's attempt to toss him out.

“Let go, Reno! God, don't you have any dignity whatsoever?” the blonde growled, grunting as he tried pry the man's fingers off the bottom of a stool.

“Dignity is for hopeless virgins, Strife. You can relate,” he spat, clawing into blonde hair, hoping it would make things even more difficult for his opponent.

“Do you even think about what comes out of your mouth at all?” Cloud winced as he felt his hair being yanked. “Reno, Let go. Or I'll ban you for life, and I'll hurt you.”

Rude edged his way through the onlookers and plucked Reno off the floor, throwing him over a broad shoulder like a sack of flour. “That won't be necessary. I'll take him home. My apologies to you and Tifa for the trouble.”

“Don't bring him back for at least a week.” Cloud frowned, rubbing his scalp as he straightened his dishevelled shirt.

“I fuckin' hate you, Strife. You fuckin' funsucker.” the redhead sniped, voice muffled by Rude's broad back as he hung upside down.

The blonde simply shook his head, frowning, closing his eyes for a moment as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He waved a dismissive hand at the two men and walked back towards the bar.

Rude marched calmly to the exit, using his size and stature to intimidate a path from the crowd. Stranger's faces were cheering and smiling at the spectacle, many trying to get a better look at the redhead as he continued to spout insults to the air, as if Cloud could still hear them.