Serah Audition

This was a very strange conversation she was having. Fang seemed absolutely certain that she and Lightning were twins, and no amount of denying to seemed to work. But Lightning was a fair bit taller, and his face looked completely different from Serah’s… how could she not recognize her own friend? Was she that drunk already that the only means of identifying her friends was the color of their hair? Serah gave a concerned look when Fang pressed the issue. This woman… definitely needed to stop drinking. For now though, she just wanted to put her mind at ease that they weren’t twins. Though all things considered, maybe it would be far easier to just say she was indeed Lightning’s twin sister. That would mean the end of more questioning and the end of Fang’s growing confusion. They could always clarify the matter later, after she’d sobered up. But did she really want to upset the Pulsian further by saying she’d been lying to her? Even when she hadn’t? That didn’t seem like a good idea either… “Yeah, they did,” she simply replied when Fang asked about her parents’ hair color. Her father hadn’t had pink hair, but pretending that he did seemed far easier. It wasn’t like it was ever going to come up again anyway, and Fang wouldn’t ever meet her father either, so there would be no awkward moments there. “Sorry daddy,” she thought to herself, though she was sure her father would understand her need to lie about this.

With that matter settled, it seemed it was time for more serious subjects. Very serious subjects indeed, the subject had changed to the burning down of their new home and restore it to former Pulsian glory. Who knows, maybe the place really had been better back in Fang’s day, Serah hadn’t been here to see it after all, but just burning the place down didn’t seem like the right solution to her problem. Fang needed to deal with this in a peaceful way, but good luck telling her that. She looked about ready to go through with her plans, and Serah wasn’t sure whether adding fuel to the fire by telling her to calm down and not do anything rash would help. “I’m not lying,” she replied much quicker than she probably should have. It just wasn’t fair that Fang was judging Hope like this after everything he’d done for her. It wasn’t like he wanted her to be miserable, or that he wanted to destroy her home. He’d done a lot for her, hopefully she’d realize that somewhere underneath that angry mask she wore right now. “I know you think he doesn’t care, but he really does,” Fang didn’t seem to care much for what she was saying though, and it was starting to frustrate the pinkette a little. In the way little kids tended to irritate her by not listening to what she had to say. Getting all ‘meanie miss Farron’ seemed like a bad plan though, so she did the only thing she thought would help her calm down a little. She ordered a drink and took a huge gulp, coughing a little after that first try, but then putting the glass back to her lips and drinking the rest. Her head was swimming a little even after just one glass. Maybe he gave her something really strong. Or maybe she was just really bad at handling alcohol.

Thankfully the older woman didn’t make her seriously answer that question, and instead went straight to the heart of the problem. She was upset about seeing her home changed, and that was understandable, but did she really think burning the place down was going to fix anything? It wouldn’t. It might make her feel a little better, but that fix would wear off soon enough when she’d realize she’d made hundreds if not thousands of people homeless. Those people would just have to find another place to live again, and the process would start all over again. It was only a temporary solution, if you could even call it one. “I understand how you feel but destroying this place won’t make you feel better,” she tried to reason with the other woman, “Not for long anyway.” It would cheer her up for sure, but that joy would be short-lived. It was probably important to emphasize on that point and hope Fang would go find something else to keep her mind off of things. Something that didn’t involve tearing buildings down. She really did understand how Fang felt though. By the time she’d first awoken from her crystal stasis, her own world had been turned into a giant crystal in the sky. At least Fang still had her home, Serah’s was forever gone. Of course, she wouldn’t bring that up unless she absolutely had to. Her missing Cocoon didn’t somehow nullify Fang’s feelings about Pulse, after all.

The second Fang started to explain, in gory detail, what she wanted to do Caius, Serah tried her best to paint on her best pokerface. That was… very gruesome, but it didn’t surprise her much. Just spending ten minutes with this woman was already enough to know she wasn’t like other people. Fang didn’t care about decency and all that, she just did what felt right. Serah almost envied her, but at the same time she was grateful that she wasn’t like her. If she was, the world would be in for a shock, because she was fairly certain it couldn’t handle more than one of these types of people. Her pokerface completely shattered when Fang smacked her fist into the table in rage, and she jumped slightly in shock, her eyes wide open to reflect how she was feeling. “Fang, um…” she was cut off by several patrons calling something at Fang. Well, that was just rude. Didn’t they see they were having (or about to have anyway) a serious discussion about a very serious problem? The pinkette huffed through her nose and almost glared at the people that had offered her another drink. Another drink was the last thing she needed, dammit. Pouring more alcohol into her would only make her angrier. But then… she actually seemed to calm a little when she accepted the drink. Hmm… maybe she could use this to her advantage somehow… “I… I don’t know, what do you recommend?” she foolishly asked the Pulsian. Fang was sure to pick the worst possible drink for her. But there was no way back now, she just had to tough it out and hope for the best.

The drink was set down in front of her, and Serah stared at it with some fear in her eyes before glancing over at Fang with an uncertain look. Was… this smart? Should she go through with it? Drinking seemed to calm the angry black haired woman down though, and maybe if Serah went along with it… it would help. Somehow. With an almost sour expression, the pinkette looked back down at her glass and then took a deep breath, threw all caution into the wind, and took a large gulp from her drink. Tears burned into her eyes as the strong alcohol slid down her throat. Oh man… what was this? It was clearly not meant for human consumption, but she had to be strong. Everyone counted on her to tame the beast… the beast obviously being Fang. Everyone relied on her… she had to… do it. With a twitching eye, Serah finished the last of her drink and slid down in her seat, her forehead gently falling to the bartop with a quiet thud. This was going to be a long night.

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*holds Snow back*

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