FFVII - A Toast
Title: A Toast
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nope
Author's note: HURRRR I got into school DURRRR
Yuffie brought Shera and Cid a bottle of damn good sake from the darkest corner of the deepest basement of the greatest brewer in all of Wutai (which, she lied, meant that it was the best bottle of booze in the city, and not something someone had forgotten about; and, she lied by omission, there was only one brewery in all of Wutai; also, she couldn't tell damn good sake from piss-poor sake, so her accolades amounted to zip-zilch-zero).
But it smelled fine when she cracked it open. It was dark, close to midnight, when they finally sat at Cid and Shera's old kitchen table - They'd been busy with Turk crap and Shinra orders and all the sludge and grudge and grime of normal, non-world-saving life. But it smelled fine and when she poured little pools of it into their cups, it looked fine too.
"To Shera!" Yuffie said as she lifted her cup.
"To the Shera," Shera corrected her, pink already.
"I'll drink to both." Cid tossed it back without a grimace.
Shera coughed, turned pinker, and Yuffie gagged, fell on the floor, rolled around under the table, tied Cid's shoelaces together, then climbed back onto her chair to pour them a second round.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nope
Author's note: HURRRR I got into school DURRRR
Yuffie brought Shera and Cid a bottle of damn good sake from the darkest corner of the deepest basement of the greatest brewer in all of Wutai (which, she lied, meant that it was the best bottle of booze in the city, and not something someone had forgotten about; and, she lied by omission, there was only one brewery in all of Wutai; also, she couldn't tell damn good sake from piss-poor sake, so her accolades amounted to zip-zilch-zero).
But it smelled fine when she cracked it open. It was dark, close to midnight, when they finally sat at Cid and Shera's old kitchen table - They'd been busy with Turk crap and Shinra orders and all the sludge and grudge and grime of normal, non-world-saving life. But it smelled fine and when she poured little pools of it into their cups, it looked fine too.
"To Shera!" Yuffie said as she lifted her cup.
"To the Shera," Shera corrected her, pink already.
"I'll drink to both." Cid tossed it back without a grimace.
Shera coughed, turned pinker, and Yuffie gagged, fell on the floor, rolled around under the table, tied Cid's shoelaces together, then climbed back onto her chair to pour them a second round.