Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues

(Texts from Last Night)

Rating: T
BETA: None… not for this.
Cue: When you wake up…
Warning: Vincent is a little broody, but when isn't he?
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Vincent and Cid
POV: Vincent

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RUM

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*beep*

He glared at the offensive item. He never wanted the thing. He didn't know why he allowed it to be purchased. He didn't know why he even left the thing plugged in. It would die on its own if he just unplugged it.

Who would anyone want to talk to him? He was an ex-Turk that carried demons inside. He did not feel worthy of carrying a conversation with normal people. He never had much to say to begin with.

He liked quiet. He liked what little solitude the four yammering voices in his head would allow. Having voices on the outside competing with his inner voices was always a trying task. Hence, he liked the quiet and he did not want to be disturbed, and the damn phone was disturbing.

*beep*

Marlene, that little girl, had programmed it with important numbers and had rambled on about the numerous features that he promptly forgot. He didn't want to know how it worked and why would he need to watch videos on such a small screen, anyway?

He had six voicemails but didn't know his password. Marlene had set it and he couldn't remember the code to get at the pesky things. They seemed to be from Yuffie, so he really wasn't too worried about retrieving them.

*beep*

The damn beep was different from the voicemail beep. Marlene said that she had a different alert for different type of messages.

~I did not understand half of her jabbering~

He sighed as the offending device beeped at him again. He would have to at least figure out how to shut it off, so he could go back to sleep.

He carefully flipped open the phone. On the screen, a small envelope appeared that had the word 'CID' written on it.

~Cid?~

He was tempted to hit the 'cancel' button. Why would Cid be trying to get a hold of him? Was there another crisis? He looked at the options, and with a feeling of dread, hit the 'view' button.

When you wake up… I'm in town and have rum.

~rum?~

He had not had that drink in ages… and since when did Cid drink? The pilot was renowned for his passion for earl grey tea, not rum.

~maybe it is something that he added to his tea~

The thought of having a drink was enticing. The demon voices in his head started to yammer with the pleasant thoughts of alcohol. They were all agreeing that rum sounded like something that they would like to drink, as well.

He was curious as to why Cid would even call him.

Now, he just had to figure out how to return the call.