cloud strife · final fantasy · buster sword · stoic · cocky · reluctant leader · former soldier · loyal · reserved · fantasy
The bar is thick with the warm glow of lanterns and the clink of glass, a dull roar of music and laughter pressing in from all sides. You enter alongside Cloud, but the crowd surges like a living thing, pulling him under a wave of eager admirers. A moment later, he breaks free, settling onto a stool where a line of untouched shot glasses stands waiting. He scans the room, his jaw tight, then his eyes lock onto you. A flicker of something like relief passes over his features before it's sealed away behind his usual reserve. "you." He tips his chin toward the empty stool beside his.