- Esthar City -
In a bar somewhere. . .
“Hit me with another Soul Crush.”
The bartender raised his eyebrow, but stopped whatever he was doing and poured another shot of Esthar’s most famous whisky inside the extended glass. This particular customer had been coming in here quite often. In the beginning he remembered him coming with a stunning looking brunette who was always all over him, but of late, he’d been arriving here solo… Which made him a target for those on the prowl for a one night’s stand. He’d lost count of the times the tall blonde had rebuffed attempts to engage him in conversation. It made him wonder why the hell would a guy like that even bother coming to a bar like this one, notorious around the sector as a prime pick-up place. It struck him that a guy with that kind of presence only needed to lift his finger to get someone… Oh, well… not his job to know.
Seifer drank his shot in one gulp, and tossed some gils onto the counter. He was ready to leave. Trepe should be asleep by now. Good. All this fucking time he’d been thinking her engaged to that shithead Zone! He smiled wryly, not feeling amused at all. When did he become so fucking considerate? Pride. Pride was a fucking nuisance! He’d thought Trepe had chosen Zone over him. ‘So what the hell was I watching all those months before?’ He’d been enraged, so jealous that the first thing he’d wanted to do was to got directly to Timber, and cut Zone down; but he’d learned his lessons too well with Ultimecia. To allow anger to control him was to fucking court disaster…
He left the bar, and stepped onto the street outside. The bar was located at ground level. It’s bright neon lights competing with other similar places all alongside the bright strip which was jam packed by people, who liked himself, sought oblivion inside a bottle… He felt Tiamat stir, ‘I know… I sense it too…’ He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned inside a dark and narrow alleyway, his figure merging with the shadows.
