A miniscule chapter to end it. Sorry I couldn't make it any longer.

"Zack!" Cloud shouted. Zack turned. The blonde's bow tie was undone, as were the first two or three buttons on his shirt. His usually perfectly spiky hair was ruffled and all over the place. Zack swore he saw a lipstick mark on Cloud's collar. Not only that, there was what looked suspiciously like a hickey on his neck.

"What, did you get lucky or something?" Zack asked cheekily.

"Yeah," Cloud replied, "but not in the sense you're thinking of. You remember that girl from the other day? Tifa?"

Zack nodded.

"Well, turns out she thought I was cute." He modestly looked down at himself. "This is from when she found out she was talking to me." He grinned.

"Nice one!" Zack laughed.

"I see you found him," Cloud said then, nodding to Aerith.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks to you."
"Am I missing something here?" Zack asked them.

"Well, when Shinra bought all our flowers, Aerith had that big bald guy give me her phone number," Cloud explained. "I called her yesterday and told her that you'd be here. She wanted to get your attention, but wasn't sure how to do it. I told her to get some guy drunk, and, since she's a good-looking girl, he'd probably make all kinds of rude suggestions to her."

"I choked on that a bit," Aerith chimed in.

"But I explained to her that if she did that, you were bound to see it and come running to the rescue. You do have a thing for damsels in distress, after all." He smirked.

Zack's face fell melodramatically. "Am I that obvious?"

"Yes," Aerith and Cloud said in unison.

Zack grinned at them, and they laughed.

This is probably the crappiest ending I've ever done.