A.N: Just in case this isn't getting through to anyone, all these one-shots are TOTALLY SEPARATE AND DEVOID OF CONTEXT. Okay? Okay.
I was admittedly discouraged with the turn out for the last chapter. But yknow… it's cool. Just if you read that one and want to review, please, PLEASE leave it for THAT chapter! NOT related? Mmkay? Don't make me get all Mr. Mackey on your asses XD
Mucho smoochos to my beloved Rachikins. Thanks for the confidence boost :MWAH:
Time for the fic.
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She knew it was rude to stare, but…
They kind of called attention to themselves, in a subtle sort of way. Out of all the drunks, all the dreary bar-goers, was the one couple, sitting in the corner, so very obviously and completely in love.
They hadn't even ordered any drinks. Belatedly, she realized she hadn't gone to ask if they wanted any. Maybe it was for fear of interrupting. The two of them had a special connection or something—she could tell. She didn't want to intrude upon that.
Still, that made her wonder why they'd chosen a public place for something intimate. Admittedly, the woman's position in the man's lap was at first due to limited seating. But the bar had emptied out a little by now. They stayed that way—and decided to make more of it than just sitting—for fairly obvious reasons. She blushed, thinking of how embarrassed she'd be with everyone watching her kiss like that. Blushing further, she became aware that she was the only one watching them.
They wouldn't care if the whole world stood and stared, she realized. It was romantic, really. It must have been nice—to have someone you cherished so much, you would show in anywhere, with reckless abandon, not caring who saw.
She'd thought she loved someone like that once, but she understood now. There wasn't chemistry like this couple had, that undeniable spark that uncannily bound people together and created something incredible. She sighed, once again thinking: romantic.
She wanted that. Maybe not the public displays quite as much as the affection that inspired them. The displays might have been nice too—just more proof that she and that special someone really had something between them.
A special someone would be needed. Only one candidate came to mind, but—
The bell on the door chimed, and in walked the subject of her consideration. She managed to tear her eyes away for just that moment to smile at him as he made his way towards the bar. She should have been expecting him this time of night, but her distraction had left her somewhat caught off-guard when he arrived at the very moment she'd been thinking of him.
"You know…" He said when he sat down. She wanted to laugh. Whatever was coming down the pike, she could tell he'd been thinking of it on the walk over. "Most people come here for the drinks and the food, but I come for the sexy bartender."
She briefly looked away from the couple, long enough to comprehend what he said, then blush and make some off-hand comment that was not even processed in her brain. She was a bit lost in thought, and her eyes quickly traveled back to the corner where she resumed her wistful musings of romance.
Intuitively, his gaze followed hers. He grinned widely when he found what she was looking at. Sarcastically, he feigned offense, shaking his head. "Honestly, in a public place," The grin remained. "Hey! Get a room, would ya?"
She put a hand to her mouth. God, did he have to yell that when she was right there? She rapped him on the arm. "Don't say that!"
The couple abruptly stopped what they were doing. The woman turned about fifteen shades of red. "S-Sorry," she muttered, looking every bit like she wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.
The man had no hint of embarrassment at all. In fact, he looked rather pleased with himself. He nudged the woman in the side. "Man, Tifa, we've got nothing to apologize for," He grinned. "It's not our fault people tend to get jealous."
Tifa looked even more mortified. "Reno…"
"C'mon Teef," He eased her out of his lap and took her hand, leading her towards the exit. "We'll just go someplace else."
The bar hostess watched them leave, still in disbelief that Mr. Candidate-for-Special-Someone had just blurted that out. She turned to him. He was still smirking, looking every bit as pleased with himself as Reno had. She wanted to be mad at him.
But suddenly, he was kissing her, and she felt the spark, and nothing could bring her down from that high.
And even though she could have predicted it without a doubt, her face, like Tifa's had, burned bright red when some patron from across the bar yelled, "Get a room!"
XXXXXXXXXA.N: …Did I fool you? XD I hope so! This fic is kind of pointless without that LOL. And I hope it wasn't too confusing.
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