Final Fantasy VII fanfiction, Barret x Tifa. Safe for work, so there's no sex involved. Just a date fic.
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Lazily walking into the main bar, Tifa stretched her arms out above her head. She sat at closest bench table, now just sitting beside the Pizza counter. The clock struck six o'clock in the morning, which didn't really raise any eyebrows. Tifa was clad in a dressing gown, along with a nightdress underneath the material. This particular nightdress appeared to be the colour of cyan; the skirt reached up to her thighs, and the collar was a simple v-neck. Tifa usually liked wearing short, comfortable outfits.
"Morning, Barret," she exhaled a yawn, covering her mouth in the process. "It's way to early to do anything...but honestly, I couldn't sleep last night," she admitted.
Barret lumbered over to Tifa from the dart board, taking a seat onto the wooden bench table situated beside the table Tifa was sat at. A single forearm rested on the surface behind him, while his weapon arm rested on his knee. Hazel orbs darted from Tifa and over to the empty bar area.
"How are ya, Tifa?" Barret questioned. "Maybe whippin' me up a drink will wake ya up," he suggested, even if it was too early to pick up an alcoholic beverage. But remember, Barret was all kinds of extreme.
"I'm fine, just had a nightmare last night, is all. What about you, Barret? How're you holding up?"
Tifa presented a small smile to Barret, and then sluggishly made her way over to the bar counter. It became an automatic thing, whenever someone wanted a drink; Tifa would be there to offer one in a heartbeat. It was only herself and Barret in the bar at this time, but she still wanted to please the bigger man with her usual service.
"I'm quite alright, Tifa," answered Barret, while his brown hues watched Tifa over by the bar.
"I'm pleased you're okay. Would you still like that drink?"
Crimson hues glanced over towards the bigger man again, as Tifa leaned into the bar, having her forearms resting on the surface. She was still wearing her night robe.
Rubbing the back of his head with his remaining fleshy hand, Barret's rims widened into more than just a smile. He gave a simple nod of the head. "But of course, I'll take one of your drinks, Tifa." The toothy grin still remained, as the lumbering man took a seat on one of the stools in front of the bar counter and Tifa.
"You want something hard and bitter, or easy and sweet?" Tifa questioned Barret, seconds before she rose up from the counter's surface, and then, she turned her back to him to collect a few bottles from the stash she had in the open cabinets. Crimson hues flicked their gaze over to Barret another time, as Tifa patiently waited for an answer. "Or would you like me to be spontaneous with your drink?"
Waving his hand at her, Barret grunted with a nod. "I trust whatever you can whip up for me; be my guest and surprise me," replied Barret. He sat back up straight on the stool and watched the crimson eyed beauty work her magic behind the bar top.
Before she got started, Tifa offered Barret a simple wink.
"Alright then, let's see what I can make for you."
Filling the plain silver shaker up with two quarters of neat tequila, Tifa then added a simple quarter of grapefruit juice to top up the beverage, and then the fourth quarter was filled with club soda. A little after that, Tifa added a squeeze of lime juice to complete the drink, seconds before she poured the peach-coloured liquid into a glass cup. Her smile shrunk into a small smirk, as TIfa placed the glass cup in front of Barret, and this glass shone with orange goodness.
"Here, a Paloma. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do," she giggled.