Tifa had her head on the counter of a bar she let out a long moan of half annoyance and half disgust. "Maybe she's still out there!" She mocked doing a Cloud impersonation. "Oh Arith my beloved who I knew for about three weeks yet never really got to know..." She then sighed "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH!!" She took her glass of whisky and downed it. Why wouldn't Cloud notice her. She cared for him, loved him, it could only be more obvious if she threw off her clothing locked him in a room tore off his outfit and began riding him. Of course being Cloud he'd scream being violated or something, or maybe that was Just Tifa thinking to herself. She wasn't going to do that of course...but it felt like the only way.
"Miss?" A woman in a purple gown asked as she sat down next to Tifa.
"Who're you?" Tifa wasn't drunk (It was only her first glass) but she was somewhat annoyed.
"I'm sorry, my name is Remsin, I over heard your yelling and such."
"Was I that loud?" Tifa asked as her face went to her arm. "Sorry..." She sighed.
"No, no it's fine." The woman pat Tifa's back gently. "Maybe I can help."
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