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Regret
0 ReviewsBarett has a question for Reno.
Regret
The way Barett kept muttering something about guilt and regret without actually saying it directly; was starting to bother the person whom it was not meant to bother, Tifa. Meanwhile, Reno continued playing the role of a good little customer, happily drinking at the bar, occasionally asking Tifa for a refill. The red head was blissfully unaware of the fact that Barett's comments were directed at him, and simply assumed the man with the arm gun was performing the ritual known as drowning away the sorrows.
Tifa cleared her throat, in an obvious sign of irritation. Not wanting to deal with a bartender who was unwilling to give him more alcohol than was healthy, even if it was his problem anyway not hers, Reno placed some gil in the counter in the form of a generous tip, not that Tifa intended to deny him the liquid goods anyway. She wiped the bar, even if it was already clean; and burned Barett's forehead with her gaze and he started into his half full, or half empty, glass. Reno continued being blissfully unaware that Barett's comments were directed at him, and also blissfully drunk.
At the end of his patience, Barett decided to speak. "Don't you regret it?"
"Huh?" Reno blinked and tried to figure out what Barett was talking about. Might as well be sympatric, then maybe his unwilling duty as a bar buddy would end before Barett decided to recite his life story, and Reno would be left alone to focus on creating a lot of profit for the Seventh Heaven. "It's regrettable yes..." It was the most obvious fact, that Reno has no idea what he was talking about. Barett saw that, Tifa saw it, the whole bar noticed, and the bartender sighed predicting an inevitable argument.
"You... you don't regret it at all!" Barret was annoyed of course, yet after having his past kindly shoved in his face by a wise robotic cat, he had learned not to complain to much about the outcome that he, in part, provoked.
"It's not my fault, yo! It's not my fault you got dumped by whoever for whatever..." Reno closed his eyes and pushed any and all coherent thought out of his head. He had paid good gil for the state he was in and he intended to keep it, at least until it was time to go home.
"That's not it!" It was a classic drown your sorrows excuse, yet that wasn't it, Barret was simply remembering the past and wishing to hear something he knew he wouldn't, something that he wouldn't say if the tables were turned, even if Tifa already had spoken those words in response to the accusations of the cat; regret. "It's about the plate, about Sector Seven! Do you regret that?"
Reno was no longer the drunken sleepy head he was a split second, with a loose grip around his glass, and half closed eyes. Right not he was wide awake, gripping his glass so tightly it could almost shatter and with an energetic yet carefree spark in his eyes. "I regret that you weren't under it when it fell, because you just made me sober!" Why couldn't people learn to stop talking to him when he was drinking? Reno possessed the blessing and the curse, to somehow become sober at a moment's notice, even if he didn't want to. Now all the gil he spend on his drinks would go to waste with their effect severely shortened.
Barett opened his mouth to speak, but before any sounds came out, Tifa slammed a new glass in front of him, filled to the brim, splashing a few drops of the bronze colored liquid on the previously clean counter. Barett close his mouth, paused, picked up the new glass ignoring his previous half full or half empty one, and drank. After taking it all in one gulp, Barett proceeded to speak. "As long as you regret /somethin'/, I guess that'll do." If it was the need to leave it all behind, or a massive amount of concentrated alcohol that brought about those words, Reno did not know and neither he nor Tifa cared as long as he could return to the task of becoming drunk without being bothered, and she could maintain the peace of her bar without losing a profitable customer.
End
Disclaimer, I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
The way Barett kept muttering something about guilt and regret without actually saying it directly; was starting to bother the person whom it was not meant to bother, Tifa. Meanwhile, Reno continued playing the role of a good little customer, happily drinking at the bar, occasionally asking Tifa for a refill. The red head was blissfully unaware of the fact that Barett's comments were directed at him, and simply assumed the man with the arm gun was performing the ritual known as drowning away the sorrows.
Tifa cleared her throat, in an obvious sign of irritation. Not wanting to deal with a bartender who was unwilling to give him more alcohol than was healthy, even if it was his problem anyway not hers, Reno placed some gil in the counter in the form of a generous tip, not that Tifa intended to deny him the liquid goods anyway. She wiped the bar, even if it was already clean; and burned Barett's forehead with her gaze and he started into his half full, or half empty, glass. Reno continued being blissfully unaware that Barett's comments were directed at him, and also blissfully drunk.
At the end of his patience, Barett decided to speak. "Don't you regret it?"
"Huh?" Reno blinked and tried to figure out what Barett was talking about. Might as well be sympatric, then maybe his unwilling duty as a bar buddy would end before Barett decided to recite his life story, and Reno would be left alone to focus on creating a lot of profit for the Seventh Heaven. "It's regrettable yes..." It was the most obvious fact, that Reno has no idea what he was talking about. Barett saw that, Tifa saw it, the whole bar noticed, and the bartender sighed predicting an inevitable argument.
"You... you don't regret it at all!" Barret was annoyed of course, yet after having his past kindly shoved in his face by a wise robotic cat, he had learned not to complain to much about the outcome that he, in part, provoked.
"It's not my fault, yo! It's not my fault you got dumped by whoever for whatever..." Reno closed his eyes and pushed any and all coherent thought out of his head. He had paid good gil for the state he was in and he intended to keep it, at least until it was time to go home.
"That's not it!" It was a classic drown your sorrows excuse, yet that wasn't it, Barret was simply remembering the past and wishing to hear something he knew he wouldn't, something that he wouldn't say if the tables were turned, even if Tifa already had spoken those words in response to the accusations of the cat; regret. "It's about the plate, about Sector Seven! Do you regret that?"
Reno was no longer the drunken sleepy head he was a split second, with a loose grip around his glass, and half closed eyes. Right not he was wide awake, gripping his glass so tightly it could almost shatter and with an energetic yet carefree spark in his eyes. "I regret that you weren't under it when it fell, because you just made me sober!" Why couldn't people learn to stop talking to him when he was drinking? Reno possessed the blessing and the curse, to somehow become sober at a moment's notice, even if he didn't want to. Now all the gil he spend on his drinks would go to waste with their effect severely shortened.
Barett opened his mouth to speak, but before any sounds came out, Tifa slammed a new glass in front of him, filled to the brim, splashing a few drops of the bronze colored liquid on the previously clean counter. Barett close his mouth, paused, picked up the new glass ignoring his previous half full or half empty one, and drank. After taking it all in one gulp, Barett proceeded to speak. "As long as you regret /somethin'/, I guess that'll do." If it was the need to leave it all behind, or a massive amount of concentrated alcohol that brought about those words, Reno did not know and neither he nor Tifa cared as long as he could return to the task of becoming drunk without being bothered, and she could maintain the peace of her bar without losing a profitable customer.
End
Disclaimer, I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
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