Just saw that doodle and HEY AIMÉE???? HEY AIMÉE THATS MY HEART???? THAT YOU JUST SHATTERED?????? HEY AIMÉE?????
[Referencing this] You’ve GOTTA know this is like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
“It’s the last day,” Cloud said, stoic. “What should we do?”
They’d already done everything they meant to accomplish. They’d visited the infirmary, the slums, the church. They’d healed people, and fed people, and played with the kids Aerith and her friends looked after. They’d seen a LOVELESS production. They’d watched movies, and played games, and sat in silence just to be with each other while they still had time. They’d done everything they never had time to do while the Wutai war raged.
“Hm,” said Genesis, head tilting as he looked at Cloud with too-knowing eyes. “I think…a party. Like Wutai.”
Angeal and Cloud both shot him somewhat incredulous looks. “You’re joking.”
“Why would I be? Angeal, clear the floor! We’ll be dancing! I’ll be right back.” He disappeared out the door before they could object.
“I don’t think he’s going to let this go,” Cloud sighed, and Angeal nodded in resigned agreement.
They actually had cleared the floor by pushing all the furniture back against the walls by the time Genesis returned, a huge crate of something balanced on one shoulder.
“Now it’s a party!” he said, setting it down with a heavy THUD
“Is that alcohol?” Angeal asked in a very dangerous tone.
“Yes,” Genesis agreed, staring his friend down. For a moment they were silent, engaged in a wordless battle of wills. Surprisingly, Angeal was the one who lost, this time. He backed down with an unhappy frown.
“Don’t make a habit of–CLOUD!”
Cloud froze where he had a bottle of SOLDIER-strength alcohol at his lips. “What? I won’t make a habit of it.”
“Just once,” Genesis said. “Just for this.”
“I–” Angeal ran a hand down his face and paused. Then, like he was indulging a rare impulse, he snatched up a bottle for himself and popped it open. “FINE.”
And it was a party like Wutai. Not much food, but a lot of alcohol. Not much music, but a lot of singing. They danced, wild and stupid, while singing drinking songs that they’d heard a hundred times before, that had been used to see comrades off for the very last time.
Here’s a health to the company
And one to my lad!
Let us drink and be merry
All out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry,
All grief to refrain
For we may or might never
All meet here again!
With the alcohol, they could put the grief to the side and just enjoy each other’s company. Angeal barely saved Cloud from getting soaked in Genesis’s drink as he got truly inebriated. Genesis just laughed and snatched Cloud up to sit on his shoulder, pulling Angeal into another high-energy dance.
They must have been incredibly loud, but no one came by to quiet them.
They sent each other off just like every comrade who hadn’t returned from Wutai alive.