Okay! This is my SECOND FF7 fic... Yay! I don't own them... well... yeah. This is a tame fic compared to my other one... so it's easier to read. Rated R for drugs, possible yaoi... not sure yet, and language... grins I've been channeling Cid again! dammit! lol. Enjoy!

Cloud: HEY! why do i always turn out emo?!

Vincent: I don't like this story. I would NEVER smoke pot!

Writer: Shut up! You aren't smoking pot! And Cloud, you are emo!!!

Cloud sat alone, staring out over the wide expanse of murky swamp, a bottle of whisky in his hand. He took a small sip, allowing the amber liquid to run like fiery teardrops down his throat. The sun was setting a pinkish gold behind him, the light it cast reflecting on the muddy waters below.

Another swallow, the liquid fire racing down to his gut, another painful memory hoping to be forgotten.

It was as it always was… drink to forget; maybe you'll soon forget what you're drinking for.

His blue eyes struggled to remain open as his eyelids grew heavier.

"Jiu bu jie zhen chou." Slowly, Cloud turned his head to his left, a tall man in dark crimson and black stood looking over the miserable green marshland below them.

"What did you say?" Cloud shook his head slowly, his free hand reaching up to stop his brain from swimming.

"Liquor can not dispel true sorrows. A Wutainese proverb." Cloud looked down at the almost empty clear bottle in his hand.

"Well it does the fucking trick for me." came the blonde's mumbled reply. He took large swig and held it out to the man in absent offering. When the man denied it, he took it back, ingesting another searing mouthful. The sun set lower, almost disappearing completely under the flat horizon. The man in red stood beside Cloud's sitting form as the last of the day light faded away into saddened night fall.

"Aigno she yas jhan shan pao." Cloud began to feel anger well up inside him. He threw the now empty bottle over the ledge into the swamp and cursed.

"God fucking damn it Vincent! Why the hell do you fucking follow me here and stand there mumbling fucking bullshit in a language I can't fucking understand?! Speak English you god damned senseless ass fuck!" Cloud sighed, tears burning in his eyes. "What's your damn problem? You stand there all fucking high and mighty, analyzing everyone else's fucking issues, like you're some fucking god or something."

Vincent ignored him, eyes glued hazily out to the swamp. A long shadow was snaking through the grass, a Midgar Zolum was on the prowl, searching for its next meal, the vibrations from the whiskey bottle drawing it out of its hole.

"It's not your fault Tifa's dead." Cloud spat off to the side as Vincent stood there, his fingers twitching every now and then, touching the fabric of his cloak.

"Fuck you." At this remark, Vincent sighed and lazily smiled, allowing the blonde to see it clearly.

"Sometimes I wish you would." Cloud fell back, arms resting at the back of his head, he was wondering for a moment if he had really heard humor in the man's voice but his drunken mind lost track of its importance and he started to stare off into the abyss. The sky was getting cloudy. No stars tonight, he thought for a moment, his mind rolling over in its distorted haze. He stood up slowly on his feet, wiping the dried moss off his butt as he did so. Turning to Vincent, he stretched.

"So you'd probably like that, wouldn't you pretty boy?" Vincent jerked his attention from the swamp to the blonde, taking a moment to register Cloud's words. He didn't answer. Could started to amble towards Fenrir, sitting parked some yards away. "Well Marlene's home alone. I better be getting back." He nearly tripped attempting to mount the bike, barely catching himself with his arm. Vincent turned and sluggishly walked to him, pulling him harshly away from the vehicle.

"I'm not letting you drive home yourself. You're stinking drunk. Marlene will be fine on her own. Sit down." Cloud pulled from his grip, tripping over his own feet, landing flat on his face in the carpet of moss. He rolled over on his back, picking the moss off his eyebrow and discarding it to the side. He glared up at Vincent, standing over him with a look of faint amusement.

"Fuck you."

Vincent threw his arms out to his sides, offering himself to Cloud's gaze. Vincent then plopped down Indian style beside him, a smile lurking just under the facade of his skin.

"You are all talk Cloud Strife." There was something that caught Cloud off guard again. There was restrained laughter in Vincent's deep voice. And the way the man was looking at him even then was a little strange… Vincent was flirting with him. He inhaled the night air deeply, catching a feint smell of something foul smelling and awkward on Vincent's being. He grinned stupidly, recognizing the smell, like he had just found out some dirty little secret.

"You know, you're one big fucking hypocrite you know that, fucking Valentine. You tell me that drinking won't make my fucking problems better, but at least it ain't the crazy shit you've been getting into." Vincent grinned at the blond and pulled out a lighter and a silver case from one of his pockets, opening the slender case to seize a slim cigarette and light it up. Closing the case with a quick snap of his metal claw, he took in a deep drag. Cloud watched in bemusement.

"I never knew vampires could fucking smoke. Holy fucking shit." he grinned a little and burst into laughter at his choice in words. Vincent took another hit and held it out to him.

" I'll ignore that comment for now. Take a drag, it's quite pleasant really." Cloud rolled his eyes.

"It must be if it smells so fucking bad." He took it and placed it to his lips, inhaling like an old pro. Suddenly he erupted into a violent coughing fit. Vincent took the cig from his outstretched hand and smiled fully, not bothering to hide his laughter. Cloud continued to cough but soon caught his breath.

"What the fuck is that shit!?" He watched as Vincent took a long deliberate drag, looking quite happy with himself.

"Something Cid made. Yuffie gave it to me as an 'unbirthday present'. You like?" Cloud almost wanted to… wait, he couldn't remember. He looked at Vincent, shrugged and lazily held out his hand.

"May I?"

Writer: so i lied. Vincent does smoke pot... lol... giggles R&R!!!