Only time will tell its tale (Closed)
Characters: de-faulty-hero & heart_rhythm
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG
Time: December 24, Early Evening
Description: Cloud has returned from Europe, and he stops in to visit a friend while at work.
The mission in Europe had come to a marginally good end, but Cloud had returned with an injured partner. He had spent a considerable amount of the last day setting up for Sephiroth to have opportunity to be alright in the times that he wasn't there. Of course, he knew that his restrictions wasn't what the ex-General wanted, but it had been his fault (unintentionally) that Sephiroth had been hurt in the first place. So, he was making it business to get the older man healed up quickly.
He had stepped out to buy some groceries, but he took a detour in order to stop in to see if Tifa happened to be working at that bar that she had gotten a job at. He had been to the place a few times, but they had been brief and without drinking. He knew where it was, and it seemed nice enough to visit, though he hadn't actually had much of a reason before he had found out that Tifa worked there. She clearly just needed to have something in her life that made her life a little more simplistic. It had been some time since they had seen each other as well, so it was about time that he stopped in to visit.
Stepping into the bar, he shifted the bag of groceries to his other arm as he approached the bar and slipped up on to a bar stool and then set his package of goods on the stool next to him. It was pretty dead in here thanks to that odd holiday that everyone was talking about, but he didn't pretend to know what it was about or even acknowledge it himself. He didn't see the point of giving people presents on a day not a birthday. Still, because it was such a big deal, it was clear that few were here to take in the fine atmosphere of the bar. It wasn't bad, and thankfully wasn't noisy.
He craned his neck to see how many patrons were sitting in booths and the like, but again, it seemed so few. He wasn't actually here to drink, but it had to be kind of boring rinsing the same glasses or washing down the bar. Now, where was Lockhart?
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG
Time: December 24, Early Evening
Description: Cloud has returned from Europe, and he stops in to visit a friend while at work.
The mission in Europe had come to a marginally good end, but Cloud had returned with an injured partner. He had spent a considerable amount of the last day setting up for Sephiroth to have opportunity to be alright in the times that he wasn't there. Of course, he knew that his restrictions wasn't what the ex-General wanted, but it had been his fault (unintentionally) that Sephiroth had been hurt in the first place. So, he was making it business to get the older man healed up quickly.
He had stepped out to buy some groceries, but he took a detour in order to stop in to see if Tifa happened to be working at that bar that she had gotten a job at. He had been to the place a few times, but they had been brief and without drinking. He knew where it was, and it seemed nice enough to visit, though he hadn't actually had much of a reason before he had found out that Tifa worked there. She clearly just needed to have something in her life that made her life a little more simplistic. It had been some time since they had seen each other as well, so it was about time that he stopped in to visit.
Stepping into the bar, he shifted the bag of groceries to his other arm as he approached the bar and slipped up on to a bar stool and then set his package of goods on the stool next to him. It was pretty dead in here thanks to that odd holiday that everyone was talking about, but he didn't pretend to know what it was about or even acknowledge it himself. He didn't see the point of giving people presents on a day not a birthday. Still, because it was such a big deal, it was clear that few were here to take in the fine atmosphere of the bar. It wasn't bad, and thankfully wasn't noisy.
He craned his neck to see how many patrons were sitting in booths and the like, but again, it seemed so few. He wasn't actually here to drink, but it had to be kind of boring rinsing the same glasses or washing down the bar. Now, where was Lockhart?