Two Glasses on the Table
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lithic_runeTitle: Two Glasses on the Table
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: G
Summary: A promise somehow became Kunsel's routine...
Archived: On Fanfiction.net
Note: For Jodie. It's your own fault for inspiring me.
"So, what'll it be?"
The voice was familiar, the same barmaid from the day before. Kunsel had noticed that she'd started making a point of picking his table when he came in. Smiling, he met her eyes - blue, but not blue enough. More like the ocean instead of the sky.
She never flinched, just smiling right back. Maybe she was used to serving men with SOLDIER eyes.
"I think you know," he answered, a rueful acknowledgement that he'd noticed the routine that he was making, and that she'd become part of it somehow.
She nodded, not bothering to deny her memory. "It'll just take a minute," she said, then stepped away, neatly dodging a drunk's wandering hand as she headed over to deliver the order. True to her word, she was back soon after that with two glasses balanced on her tray. Condensation beaded down the sides, making the amber liquid seem to sparkle in the light.
"Two of the usual," the woman stated lightly, setting them both on the table. "Think your friend will show up today?"
"He better," Kunsel joked, flashing the barmaid a grin he didn't really feel. He reached for his glass and raised it to make his point. "This is his favorite. He's going to get jealous if he misses out on it."
"I'll make sure to scold him when I see him, then." The woman's answering grin was impish. "He's missed a lot of them already, hasn't he?"
"Yeah..." Kunsel's smile faded, his eyes dropping to the glass next to his hand. "Yeah, he has. He's gonna owe me for that, big time."
Sensing his mood, the woman took her cue to slip away. No one worked in a bar for long without learning when a customer wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. Even when he stood up, one glass on the table empty, one still sitting full, she didn't say anything while he paid his tab.
But she was part of his routine, so when he started to walk away...
"Sir, your friend's drink..."
He turned, and he was smiling again, even past the ache in his throat.
"It's okay." He lifted a hand to wave. "I'm still waiting for him."
The End...
Or is it?
(Because Jodie wrote a continuation for anyone interested!)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Rating: G
Summary: A promise somehow became Kunsel's routine...
Archived: On Fanfiction.net
Note: For Jodie. It's your own fault for inspiring me.
"So, what'll it be?"
The voice was familiar, the same barmaid from the day before. Kunsel had noticed that she'd started making a point of picking his table when he came in. Smiling, he met her eyes - blue, but not blue enough. More like the ocean instead of the sky.
She never flinched, just smiling right back. Maybe she was used to serving men with SOLDIER eyes.
"I think you know," he answered, a rueful acknowledgement that he'd noticed the routine that he was making, and that she'd become part of it somehow.
She nodded, not bothering to deny her memory. "It'll just take a minute," she said, then stepped away, neatly dodging a drunk's wandering hand as she headed over to deliver the order. True to her word, she was back soon after that with two glasses balanced on her tray. Condensation beaded down the sides, making the amber liquid seem to sparkle in the light.
"Two of the usual," the woman stated lightly, setting them both on the table. "Think your friend will show up today?"
"He better," Kunsel joked, flashing the barmaid a grin he didn't really feel. He reached for his glass and raised it to make his point. "This is his favorite. He's going to get jealous if he misses out on it."
"I'll make sure to scold him when I see him, then." The woman's answering grin was impish. "He's missed a lot of them already, hasn't he?"
"Yeah..." Kunsel's smile faded, his eyes dropping to the glass next to his hand. "Yeah, he has. He's gonna owe me for that, big time."
Sensing his mood, the woman took her cue to slip away. No one worked in a bar for long without learning when a customer wanted to be left alone with his thoughts. Even when he stood up, one glass on the table empty, one still sitting full, she didn't say anything while he paid his tab.
But she was part of his routine, so when he started to walk away...
"Sir, your friend's drink..."
He turned, and he was smiling again, even past the ache in his throat.
"It's okay." He lifted a hand to wave. "I'm still waiting for him."
Or is it?
(Because Jodie wrote a continuation for anyone interested!)
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Date: 2015-07-21 02:55 am (UTC)Thank you so much for writing this!! It really made my day because I wasn't expecting that casual conversation to actually turn into a full blown one-shot by you. And I really have enjoyed all your previous writing already, so another piece by you and one expanding on that idea on top of it was a real treat. It was so fantastic to read. I absolutely love it. ;; Kunsel, you amazing bro...
The times I wish I actually had a Zack and Kunsel icon. I WILL MAKE ONE, OKAY!! SOON!
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Date: 2015-07-23 09:47 pm (UTC)