WHO:Yuffie Kisaragi & Tifa Lockhart WHEN: Sometime in August WHERE: Seventh Heaven WHAT: Dragging Tifa out into the great wide world. WARNINGS: Low/Yuffie is excitable STATUS: partial Doc, in progress
Yuffie was totally game for the weather change -she so didn’t like the chilly weather or the dark clouds. She lived in California for a reason, not the Mid-West, sheesh. Who wanted to live in dank, damp, darkness all the time? It kind of sucked that this whole place was weird, cause it was super pretty and Tifa lived here but it was mega weird.
Cycling from her apartment to Seventh Heaven, Yuffie hauled her bike inside, laying it against the far wall and grinning at the two people sitting in a booth over the other end of the bar. “Tifa!!!” She was never all that subtle, and with classes starting back soon, she was more than ready to haul Tifa, Barrett and Marlene out to enjoy the weather change and her last few days of freedom.
“Hey, hey, Tifa, where you at lady face? I got stuff!” Stuff was a picnic basket, empty just now, but a reminder that Tifa promised a day at the beach soon, and Yuffie was there to collect -or at least set a date for it. “You promised!”
She was probably not that great for business, but she wasn’t really focusing on that, and some people around here were used to her now. Hopping herself up on the bar, Yuffie kicked her feet back and forth waiting for Tifa to come downstairs or out of the kitchen or wherever now that she was there and hollering.
It was impossible to miss a voice like Yuffie’s. It wasn’t annoying or shrill, just distinct--she made herself be known. Such a trait was admirable in Tifa’s eyes, one of many reasons why she didn’t abhor her presence at all. Yuffie had so much potential and it was a treat for her to get to stand by and watch the younger girl blossom.
Even if she made good on Tifa’s promises for an outing to the beach.
Tifa didn’t get much sun as a rule, tending to work late hours and stay indoors. Manning a bar mostly on her own had that effect, days could be swallowed up with late mornings in. Maybe she needed to get a pet to compel her to go outside during the day more often. Then again, Tifa had Yuffie in her life, that was close enough (and she thought it ever so fondly).
Coming out of the bar’s kitchen with a quirked brow and half a grin, Tifa slung a dried wash rag over her shoulder and leaned against the counter beside her energetic friend. “You rang?” She teased. At least business was sparse at this hour. “What’s this about a promise?”
“Remember how you promised me you’d go out some time soon and we’d see what the sun was like?” Yuffie had a tendency to joke a lot about how Tifa remained inside like she was some kind of vampire. It was fun, but she never really meant too much about it -but since she lived above the bar, Yuffie doubted Tifa really went out enough anyway.
“So, I brought you this!” She produced the picnic basket with flourish, the little reddish pink and white check cloth already inside. “For when we picnic!”
A little too dedicated to her own establishment, so much so that she decided to live above it. It was a little absurd, but when she’d found the location in the first place, Tifa took it and didn’t even bat an eye. It wasn’t the most ideal place to let kids wander around, but Marlene was already wise beyond her years. She never worried about her during off hours.
Fortunately for her, she had a great group of friends that got her out of the place once in awhile, but not enough to the rambunctious girl presenting Tifa with a picnic basket. Smiling in kind, Tifa couldn’t help but to laugh. Leave it to Yuffie to go to these lengths, granted they weren’t at all extreme, just to get her out (as promised).
“You know,” Tifa started, taking a peek in the basket. “I might have some stuff for sandwiches in the kitchen. I can clear out the bar and call it a day if you’ve got your heart set on going to the beach.” It was early enough in the day that she wouldn’t have a hard time asking people to get going. Day drinkers tended to be too sheepish to protest anyway.
“Beach!” Yuffie really just liked being outside when she didn’t have to be stuck in class all day, and when she wasn’t stuck in class all day that meant attempting to drag Tifa out into the daylight and enjoy it all. “We so could! Have sandwiches and juice and get a suntan and play in the ocean and just relax. You hardly ever do that.” She was probably exaggerating to hell and back, but Yuffie did it with the best intentions.
“Okay, plan. I’ll make the sandwiches, you clear out the poops,” and they could probably hear her, because Yuffie didn’t have an inside voice, “then we can go have the most epic day ever.” Yuffie took her duty as a friend very seriously, and that meant the occasional day off, and Tifa worked harder than anyone that Yuffie knew ever.