bartending
Hair swept back in a loose ponytail, Tifa's humming to herself as she sets up behind the bar. On the specials board she writes Half off anything blue!, and she's around early enough that under the half-off notice she doodles some decent stick-figure renditions of her ragtag circle of friends standing at a bar.
(The whole group, from Cloud, his spiky hair very noticeable, to Cid with his flight goggles to Vincent, cape swirling out behind him.)
Once she's done, she smiles to herself, dusts her hands off on her skirt, and leans against the bar attentively, ready to serve some drinks.
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(The whole group, from Cloud, his spiky hair very noticeable, to Cid with his flight goggles to Vincent, cape swirling out behind him.)
Once she's done, she smiles to herself, dusts her hands off on her skirt, and leans against the bar attentively, ready to serve some drinks.
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