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Oh well/I guess that's just the way that it is

Aug 03, 2009 18:51

WHO: Tifa Lockhart [anunlockedheart] and Captain Basch fon Rosenburg OF DALMASCA!!! [brotherofhonour] with special guest narrators, Cid Highwind and Balthier.
WHAT: Meeting for a drink, an outing that will be as far from relaxing as possible
WHERE: Bardo's
WHEN: First day of the Narrator Prank, evening

( Don't bother none/Won't help at all to worry 'bout it )

basch fon ronsenburg, Ω tifa lockhart

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anunlockedheart August 4 2009, 01:27:12 UTC

Tifa glanced up when she heard the big guy and his uh...visitor come into the bar. ....And hey, what the #^$^&*@ was this dude wearin'? Were those ruffles? Oh goddamn. Tifa had the worst goddamn luck with men. If they weren't wearing dresses and bows, they had goddamn stupid clothes and stupid #%^#%^! shoes.

"It's alright, Basch," Tifa said. She smiled in that real polite way she does when she's secretly annoyed. But hell, I'm just tellin' the goddamn truth. For crissakes, the guy looks like he belongs in a &@^^!&# circus.

...Tifa took a big soothing breath and counted backwards from ten...twenty...one hundred... "I'm sorry about Cid and his...mouth. He doesn't mean any harm, really. This is the way he usually is..." Tifa gave the guy a real smile, even though, if you ask me, she shouldn't have to apologize for anything. Hell, if more people told it like it was, we'd have less #&#*(@ problems. She sighed and wished her narrator was around so she could punch him in the fa--oh hell no, the girl swings like a championship boxer. I don ( ... )

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anunlockedheart August 5 2009, 03:26:52 UTC

Tifa was happy to take another drink. All this narration was making things a lot more damn awkward than they would be usually. And Tifa was kinda shy, which ain't something you'd think of a girl like her, so it was pretty @#$% annoying to have all her feelings and thoughts out in the open like this. She stared down at the counter, wishin' she could disappear into it, or melt into the ground. She hadn't been this #$^&*@ embarrassed since she'd gone on her first date with that goofy-lookin' Johnny in grade school, and he serenaded her in front of everyone. Ha! What a douchebag. He couldn't even sing.

Tifa sighed and started countin' backwards again.

"Yes, thank you, Basch." And soon enough the drink was on the counter. She sipped at it, thinkin' the bartender had added too much damn ice--a real dirty @%^# trick some bartenders did to keep from using too much liquor, when Captain Ruffleshirt's narrator said something to make her choke on the drink. She was half-laughing and half-coughing, trying to catch her damn breath.

"Mmhmm." She ( ... )