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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 31, 2013 9:57:59 GMT -5
Tifa appreciated Angeal's company, he didn't realize it, but his conversations gave her more comfort than she thought she did. He reminded her of the days where everyone looked to her to be the voice of reason. The glue that kept them from succumbing to the emotional guilt a lot of them felt and being that motherly figure to her friends was a feeling she craved almost as if being needed was an addiction. In a sense... it was. It was the only way she could hide what she truly wanted deep down in her heard and it was the best distraction from saying something to Cloud she would regret. Still... she needed to find him first.
At the mention of the shot glass she waved him off and rolled her eyes over dramatically. She turned around giving him her back and then opened a large cupboard it was filled with an assortment of different glasses. Shot glasses, Old Fashioned, Snifters the list could go on.
“And this is only what I have up here, you should see what Academia's given me to work with, better than both my bars in Sector 7 and in Edge.”
For her these glasses and the assortment of liquor were her play toys. There was always a new way to drink liquor and always a new taste she would try and mix... mixology was her own art form.
His compliment made her go red at the cheeks, she had learned from the previous 7th Heaven owner everything she knew at first, but after all these years of mixing and practising, she had perfected it all in her own way.
“You haven't seen me really mix yet.”
Tifa winked and gave him her back. She dove underneath the bar and pulled out two old fashioned glasses. Pulling out an assortment of drinks she tapped her finger on her chin trying to think of what to mix.
“I'll mix myself something fruity and I'll make you something strong.”
Starting with his drink she began mixing him a deep brown-red drink of scotch and amaretto. Throwing them together into a shaker she used her eyes to signal for him to watch and within seconds she was tossing the drink up and catching them in creative elaborate ways and then slamming the drink onto the table when she was done. Pouring out his drink she slid it over to him before getting another shaker and proceeded to do the same this time only using one hand the whole time. After pouring herself a drink she gave him a coy smile.
“How was that for mixing?”
And Tifa couldn't help but smile brightly and laugh. His initial protest for the free drinks made her scowl childishly and as he promised buying an expensive meal a tiny idea came to mind, but she wondered if he would even accept?
“You know, the men here get pretty rowdy and while I have no problems kicking them out it can get hard breaking them up alone...”
She paused and eyed him her lips pursed together in a straight line. It wasn't like she would be giving him a charity it was almost like a job offer and if he refused she wouldn't take it personal.
“I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. I might need some help a few times a night. I'm willing to pay and employee privileges; free drinks!”
At least this way he'd know he wasn't alone and it would give him a place to fall back to whenever he wanted; maybe from there he can rebuild his life anew and if this tiny thing could help even a little she would be more than happy to help.
WORDCOUNT:: Six-Hundred and Eighteen (618)
MUSICPLAYING:: Someone's car going off
CURRENTMOOD:: Just waking up
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Angeal
AUTHORSNOTES:: Tifa Don Corleone moment 
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Post by Angeal Hewley on Feb 4, 2013 6:01:59 GMT -5
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Angeal saw Tifa roll her eyes when he mentioned the shot glass. She turned around and opened the cupboard behind her. It was filled with glasses of many shapes and sizes, some of them Angeal had drinks of. Others he had never seen before. It was a nice collection, if he wasn't so cheap with him money he would have bought some of those types of glass back when he was still working as a SOLDIER 1st Class. But that was all in the pass he focused back on Tifa.
“And this is only what I have up here, you should see what Academia's given me to work with, better than both my bars in Sector 7 and in Edge.”
"I see, it seems that you have now have quite the collection them." Angeal smiled. For the first time in a while he felt the need to smile, it was nice feeling and yet so foreign to him. He really owed Tifa more than he would be able to repay her with. When he came into this bar he figured that it would be just a couple of drinks and he would leave. But this bartender, she tried to help him out. A total stranger, someone she never met. He really met some kind and gentle people. And Angeal felt that he had to try to be strong, at least for them. So that their kindness would not be wasted.
His train of thought as interrupted when he saw Tifa blush at his comment about her handling cocktails. He was confused if he said that wrong thing or if it was the right thing. But he was glad that they manage to move on from their previous conversation. “You haven't seen me really mix yet.”
"No, I havent." Angeal placed his elbow against the counter, letting his chin rest on his hand. "I would be honored if you would show me how does a bartender mix." He saw Tifa take out two old fashion glasses, he couldn't help but look at her eyes, he saw how much she was enjoying being a bartender. How much she enjoyed showing off her skills for him. He was glad that she was happy. "That would be great," Angeal nodded at what was she going to make. "I am not a very picky person."
Angeal's eyes went back to her hands. She poured scotch and amaretto into the shaker. He felt like a kid in a magic show, waiting for the magician to pull a rabbit out of his hat. He watch her mix, toss and shake in ways that he has never seen before. When she was done she slammed the glass and poured his drink before making hers in a similar manner. He looked down at the drink in front of him, the red-gold color was almost a bright as an amber. It was beautiful.
“How was that for mixing?”
"I may be able to handle a sword but I could never do something like that Tifa." Angeal took the drink in his hands. He wondered how it tasted, that was something else entirely. Her hands could handle the drink but it also mattered how it tasted like. Taking a small drink he could taste both the scotch and the almond that is amaretto. It was more mellow thanks to the shaker but it still held up on its own. It was more than delicious, for him it was almost perfect. "It is delicious Tifa."
Angeal wondered if he said the wrong thing when he offed to pay up for the most expensive drink she had. She was scowling at him but it quickly went away as she was thinking of something. What it was Angeal wasn't sure until he heard her speak. “You know, the men here get pretty rowdy and while I have no problems kicking them out it can get hard breaking them up alone...”
Angeal had a feeling what she was getting at but he wanted to make sure that he wasn't hearing things “I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. I might need some help a few times a night. I'm willing to pay and employee privileges; free drinks!”
Angeal closed his eyes, what could he say about that. It would be spitting in her face if he said no. But living at in the city wasn't cheap and he still had things to do here. He needed to talk to this person called Hope, maybe get some answers. Then after that.... he wondered what would he do. But there were a few problems. "Won't I scare away some of your customers or employees? I mean its not like they are not going to see... well this." His wing started to lightly twitch. "I don't want your employees to feel uncomfortable or you lose your business because of me. I would feel bad if that happens, besides you still need to take care of your children."
It wasn't as if Angeal was refusing outright to work with Tifa, gil was gil these days. And he needed to get it from where he could. It was just that if Tifa lost her business because of him then he would be responsible. That would not be honorable.
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