Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
98
Views:
1,287
Reviews:
70
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Don’t own anything with Final Fantasy 7 Universe or from the TFLN website, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Drinking
Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues|
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: … Define a lot
Warning: Alcoholism.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using the Final Fantasy Fandom for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tseng and Rufus
POV: Rufus
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Drinking
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Tseng grabbed the arm of Rufus before he went to leave the conference room. "How much have you had to drink, sir?"
"I am perfectly fine," Rufus responded, tugging his arm from his grasp. His voice did not betray his level of alcohol that was in his system. He had promised Tseng that he wouldn't drink today.
~but I was thirsty~
He had only meant to mix one of his gin and tonics. He only needed one before the meeting to deal with the harpy Scarlet. Tseng had made him promise not to have any, but it was what he deserved after such a trying ordeal, so he had another after as well, for surviving the meeting.
~I deserved it for not pulling out my shotgun~
And he had another one after he had a talk with his father. He most assuredly deserved that drink for not calling him a 'fat fuck' and other such names.
~that one was a double~
"Have you been drinking a lot today, sir?" Tseng asked. He hated how his dark eyes would made him fold at times.
"No," Rufus said clearly. He stood straight and stared right back at him, not allowing Tseng to win this staring contest. He was glad to see when Tseng nodded and conceded.
~I've finally fooled him~
He smiled and smugly turned on his heel to leave the room. Unfortunately his legs did not want to coordinate with his mind on this, and he stumbled over the leg of a chair and crashed to the floor.
He looked up at Tseng with his face burning with embarrassment. Tseng had a heavy look of disappointment written across his features.
"Define 'a lot'."
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"You drinking a lot? // No. // Define a lot … full inspirational text." Full inspirational Text.
Again with the Rufus angst…
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: … Define a lot
Warning: Alcoholism.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using the Final Fantasy Fandom for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tseng and Rufus
POV: Rufus
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Tseng grabbed the arm of Rufus before he went to leave the conference room. "How much have you had to drink, sir?"
"I am perfectly fine," Rufus responded, tugging his arm from his grasp. His voice did not betray his level of alcohol that was in his system. He had promised Tseng that he wouldn't drink today.
~but I was thirsty~
He had only meant to mix one of his gin and tonics. He only needed one before the meeting to deal with the harpy Scarlet. Tseng had made him promise not to have any, but it was what he deserved after such a trying ordeal, so he had another after as well, for surviving the meeting.
~I deserved it for not pulling out my shotgun~
And he had another one after he had a talk with his father. He most assuredly deserved that drink for not calling him a 'fat fuck' and other such names.
~that one was a double~
"Have you been drinking a lot today, sir?" Tseng asked. He hated how his dark eyes would made him fold at times.
"No," Rufus said clearly. He stood straight and stared right back at him, not allowing Tseng to win this staring contest. He was glad to see when Tseng nodded and conceded.
~I've finally fooled him~
He smiled and smugly turned on his heel to leave the room. Unfortunately his legs did not want to coordinate with his mind on this, and he stumbled over the leg of a chair and crashed to the floor.
He looked up at Tseng with his face burning with embarrassment. Tseng had a heavy look of disappointment written across his features.
"Define 'a lot'."
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"You drinking a lot? // No. // Define a lot … full inspirational text." Full inspirational Text.
Again with the Rufus angst…
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night