They call her the Streak {Serah}

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

"Bastards.", Fang muttered to herself.

"Can I get you anything, Fang?" Fang eyed the glass she had in front of her. She'd lost track of how many drinks she consumed in the past few hours, but it was a lot of them. It took a lot to take her down - and while she was nowhere close to 'down' yet - Fang was definitely loosing a bit of track on where she was in life. Thank Etro...or whoever the hell was running the show now. If she hadn't had so much to drink, she'd probably be ripping the building - and all other buildings - down with her bare hands and stomping on the ashes after she'd burned the wreckage. But back to the matter at hand. Lifting the glass to her lips, Fang tilted her head back and allowed the rest of the liquid to slide down her throat. Slapping it back on the bartop, she nodded. "Hell yes, Travis. Get me another damned drink!" "Same?" "Whatever you've got that'll make me forget the whole shitty mess we're in.", she said with a wave of her hand.

Fang watched him make the martini he was going to give to her. While heavily drinking, she hadn't yet lost her ability to focus. Vanille always chastised her that it was because she always drank too much and had built up a tolerance for the liquid. She liked to think it was because she was just that damned good. Whatever the reason, she could drink more than what would take down a behemoth it seemed like. With the drink in front of her, Fang nodded. "Thanks." She didn't have a penny to her name of course, but she was on good faith that Hope would take care of the tab - and had it on his name right now. Hell, they knew Hope Estheim...helped to have some good connections around this place, though it didn't seem like Hope did much drinking in his free time, since they hadn't seen him around. While she'd been admonished to not leave the damned building, he hadn't said a damn thing about not going to the bar. If she had to be cooped up, she'd at least like to be here.

But she had taken a step outside, and that had been what sent her to the bar in the first place. He'd warned her not to...but Fang had just had to see what they'd done to Gran Pulse. Oh yeah...why the hell had she had to do that? It'd just filled her with this rage so deep seated that if she didn't get rip roaring drunk - or level a few buildings - she wouldn't get rid of it. So here she was. Bastards. There weren't many customers around the bar, and who was there had been fresh. She'd been sitting in the same seat for the past three hours, so by that time she'd gotten to know the bartender fairly well - when she hadn't been brooding of course. "How's that gray goose?" Fang was pulled away from her thoughts by the familiar male voice. "Damn good!", she said loudly. "I made it dirty, hope that was alright." Fang gave him a saucy grin and leaned forward on the counter. "If ya' were ten years older..." "You can't be any older than me." Fang snorted in reply to that. "Kid...I'll bet ya' this whole damned building that I am."

Notes: Sorta doesn't match the current plot, but who cares. Wearing: Soon to be nothing Setting: Dat bar; Tagged: Serah Words: 625

made by Δ ashy of caution; shine

It was so strange to think about all the weird things that had happened so far. Who would’ve thought that one day, Lightning’s weak little sister would be going on a journey through time to try and save her much stronger sibling? Who would’ve thought that same little girl would end up with a gift of Etro’s eyes, with which she could see the future? It still seemed surreal whenever the pinkette actually stopped to think about everything that had happened so far, and all the things that were still happening all around them. These were strange times indeed, and for some reason, Serah wasn’t sure they were anywhere near the end of this rollercoaster. If anything, it seemed like they were just getting started… and she wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. These days, she mostly just walked around the Academy, trying to find ways to make herself useful, and spending almost as much time not getting in the way of the people who ran this place. It was boring, and lonely at times when the others were needed elsewhere, but at least this place was safe for now.

Today wasn’t like her usual days though. Today, Serah didn’t just wander around aimlessly in search of something to do. Today, she actually had a purpose… though she had to admit it was a somewhat scary purpose. She’d went down to visit Hope today, to see how the young man was doing with all these responsibilities weighing down on him. It couldn’t be easy, but he made it seem easy somehow with how professionally he managed it all. Serah couldn’t help but feel impressed, and perhaps even a little envious at how wise he had grown up to become. She remembered meeting him for the first time after the fall of Cocoon. He’d just been a little boy, one who was already wiser than most kids his age, but he was still just a kid. And now… now he was a man, a powerful man who knew exactly how to handle his life and take care of the lives of those around him. He still seemed to know when to back away and let someone else handle his problems though… that someone happened to be Serah today. And what a task he’d given her.

Though the blonde hadn’t directly told her what to do, he’d made it pretty obvious that he expected her to tend to the psychological needs of a certain Pulsian warrior. One who had just recently awakened from her crystal stasis. And no, it wasn’t gentle, quirky Vanille that she needed to see today. It was her much more temperamental friend, Fang. A woman Serah had only met… once? Maybe twice? She certainly wasn’t close enough to the older woman to casually stroll up and give her a pep-talk, that was for sure. But he’d made it pretty clear that Fang had to be going through a tough time and could probably use someone to talk to. Who better to send than Serah, the girl whose specialty was listening to other people’s problems? It was hard to resist, mostly because she really did owe Fang a lot for what she’d done, not just for Light and Snow, but for all of Cocoon. She’d sacrificed a lot for a place she didn’t need to care about. It was time to return some favors now, in whatever way she could manage.

It didn’t take her long to find the Pulsian warrior at all. Many people all over the Academy mentioned the wild woman at the bar, who had been downing the strongest alcohol imaginable for the past three hours already. Truth be told, Serah half expected to find an unconscious Fang slumped over the bartop when she arrived. It was a shock to see Fang was still going strong with her drinking. How did she even do that? With small steps, Serah stepped into the dimly lit room and looked around at some of the patrons at the tables on the side of the room. She’d never really been the type to go to these places much, mostly because she was sure Lightning would’ve come in and dragged her home by her hair if she found out she was hanging around unsavory bar types, but also because… Serah had never been able to hold her alcohol well. She’d had a drink at Lebreau’s bar once during the summer, and after just two glasses, she’d been tipsy already. Hopefully this talk wouldn’t involve drinks.

As she approached the bar, the bartender glanced over to her and leaned away from the dark haired woman he’d been talking to. “Hey, what’s your poison?” he asked her casually before picking up a few of Fang’s empty glasses and setting them down in the sink.
“Uh… I’m… really just here to talk to someone…” she replied in a somewhat awkward fashion. The bartender seemed surprised by her reaction, but soon turned his attention to Fang again. “How about you? Ready for another refill?” As the bartender talked to Fang, Serah took up the stool next to her and tried to appear as comfortable as possible as she leaned an elbow on the bartop and rested her chin on her hand, “Uh… hi?” was the only thing she could really think to say. Her discomfort soon showed when she awkwardly pulled her arm back again and folded her hands in her lap. This was a great start. At least it couldn’t get much worse than this.

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

Fang didn't have to be told that someone was approaching her. Lifting her glass, the Pulsian eyed the pink haired woman that had sat awkwardly at the bar. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was. Tilting her head back, she drained the last of her drink and set it back down on the table. Fang hadn't ever actually formerly been introduced to Serah Farron - only meeting her in the girls dreams - but she'd heard enough about her to last herself four lifetimes. "Sure, why the hell not?", she responded when he asked her for a refill. "Less soda this toime. Gotta give me the good stuff kid.", she said with a wink. Known to her, on the other side of the bar a group was betting on how many drinks it would take to bring her down. She still had room in her though. With her new drink in her hands, Fang lifted it toward the gentleman at the other side of the bar. "To Gran Pulse!" They cheered slightly even as she took a drink. The buzz in her head was just enough for her to enjoy it. Hell, it helped with this damned mess they found themselves in.

With her drink once more returned to the bar top, Fang rotated her shoulder, kinked her neck to the side and turned until she was facing Serah. "You look exactly loike her. Damn close.", she said finally. "Almost loike yer twins. Ya' aren't, roight?" For a moment it seemed like two Serah's were floating in front of her, but when she shook her head slightly to the side, only one remained. Huh, well that was odd. As far as she was concerned, the night wasn't even half over yet...she could go hours yet and still be on her feet.

Wait, was she the one that Serah was here to talk to? Fang had to reassess the pink haired woman next to her. "So...what're ya here ta' talk about? Hope send ya' ta' make sure I hadn't ripped Academia apart with my bare hands and then burn the rubble to the ground?" She'd warned Hope that she might do just that. She didn't want to kill anyone - yet - but they were pushing her awfully far with what they had done to her beloved Gran Pulse. Right now, she was ready to send Cocoon back into the sky and kick them off the wild land that they were trying so desperately to tame. "I still moight do it, too. Hell, It'd be an improvement from what those bastards have done with the place now.", she grumped.

"Damned Cocoon scum.", she grumbled underneath her breath, before cutting her eyes again over toward Serah. "So? You have some sorta pep talk about why I'm not supposed to destroy this place? Because if not, ya moight have ta' rebuild the ashes tomorrow." Leaning back in her chair, the brunette lifted her glass and sipped the alcohol that was there. She was getting a bit more relaxed, but the idea was still there, looming in the back of her mind. Damned Cocoonians. Damned Academia. Damned everything really. She sure hoped Serah wouldn't try to get in her way, because she sure as hell wouldn't be stopped once she got going.

Or was that the brandy talking?

Notes: Sorta doesn't match the current plot, but who cares. Wearing: Soon to be nothing Setting: Dat bar; Tagged: Serah Words: 820

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 576 | Notes : I'll get a less creepy picture... sometime =D

Alright, she had to admit this was pretty awkward. Here she was, about to talk to a person she’d met once in a dream and ask her how she was holding up. How did she think the Pulsian was holding up? Her entire world had pretty much been wrecked by the very people she’d helped to save. There’s gratitude for you. Serah understood why Fang felt upset, but what could she possibly do to make her feel better? Aside from helping her tear the entire place down and dancing on the ashes of course. In Fang’s eyes, Serah was likely just as much a part of the problem as all those other ‘damned Cocoon scum’, anything she said would just sound offensive. “No, no… we’re not twins, don’t worry,” she tried to act laid back and confident, but she was probably failing in that regard. Again she shifted a little in her chair to take on a more confident posture, but she just ended up in the same awkward position she’d been in before. Might as well give up, because she wasn’t ever going to get this right. Serah bit her lip and glanced around the room, just trying to come up with her next words. She’d better pick them carefully, because Fang didn’t seem happy, and she had a feeling when Fang wasn’t happy, nobody was going to be happy. Fang reminded her a little bit of Lightning, of course, Lightning she could just go off on without the fear of getting slapped around.

Thankfully Fang decided to break the silence for her, though what she had to say was difficult to reply to. Did Hope even want Fang to know that he’d more or less sent Serah at her? Well, she knew anyway, might as well be honest. “Well, he was worried about you and-“ she cut off abruptly when Fang admitted the night was young, and her hands were still itching with the desire to burn this place down. Serah’s eyes widened a little, but she didn’t say anything more. Fang didn’t seriously mean that, right? Actually, she very well might. Serah had no idea, and felt like she was walking on thin ice here. Perhaps that was the reason she didn’t reply right away when Fang asked her if she was here to give her a pep-talk about why she shouldn’t destroy every building in the near vicinity. It somehow felt like a trap. This talk would’ve been so much easier if she’d at least known Fang a little bit ahead of time. Hope had really sent her to the wolves with this request. Yeah sure, girl talk was all good and all, but Fang wasn’t exactly the girly girl that Vanille was. Vanille, she could’ve talked down. But Fang? Her chances of talking that one down were slim at best.

With pursed lips, the pinkette stared down at the bar for a moment before glancing back towards Fang. “I just wanted to ask if there was anything I could do for you,” she almost cringed at her own words as soon as they tumbled out of her mouth. That was just wonderful. She’d given Fang the perfect opening for a dismissal. ‘yeah, you can get the hell out of here and leave me be’, was what she expected. If she said that, how could she reply to it? Should she admit defeat and leave? Or risk making things worse by staying.

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

"Huh...ya sure ya' ain't twins?" Perhaps the drink was effecting her more than she realized. If Fang dogged a person when she was free from drink, she just got more persistent and unable to think she was wrong the more alcohol she consumed. Speaking of alcohol, she took a swig and leaned halfway back and against the bar while she studied this Serah. Hard to believe a damned hobo like Snow had gotten a woman like this. How the hell had he managed to do that, anyway? Surely it couldn't have been through his good looks and charm. He was good looking enough - though she suspected beneath that hobo hat he was actually bald - but in the charm department, he was severely lacking. At least she thought so. She sure wouldn't take him to her bed, but...hell, she wouldn't ever have to. Why was she thinking about it anyway? After that thought, she peered down at the drink that her fingers were still around, before giving the bartender a look. "The hell did ya put in my drink anyway?" "Vodka." "Hell...didn't know vodka could do tha' to a brain.", she muttered under her breath.

Fang scoffed when Serah mentioned that Hope was worried about her. "Tha' kid's more worried tha' I'm gonna tear down his damned city than if I'll be alroight." It wasn't that she begrudged him the feelings for the city he had built around him, but Fang couldn't stomach what her home had turned into. Yet she realized it wasn't really him that had done it, at least not alone...possibly one of the reasons she hadn't throttled him like she wanted to do to every other citizen of the damned place. "An' with good reason.", she muttered after. "I'll assure ya. Ya' never have ta' worry 'bout me, but ya' do have ta' worry 'bout places loike this one. I enjoy tearin' 'em down."

Now that was interesting. Serah Farron, offering to help her? With a quirked eyebrow, Fang took a sip while she thought of the question and studied the pink haired girl across the top of her glass. She set the glass back on the bar top and pondered for a minute. Finally a devilish grin settled across her features. "Ya wouldn't happen ta' know where I can foind a good flamethrower, would ya?" Running a hand aimlessly through her hair, Fang shrugged and yawned lazily. "Or which building is your least favorite? I'll start there when I start tearin' the place down."

Actually...hadn't Serah been involved in the Chaos mess? A more serious look crossed her face, and she took a hand off her drink to turn again and face Serah across from her. "Actually...I do have somethin' ya' could help me with." Cracking her knuckles against the bartop, Fang's eyes narrowed. "Ya' know tha' bastard Caius Ballad? Wouldn't happen ta' know where he is, would ya'?"

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 726 | Notes : \o/

Serah nodded her head slowly when Fang asked about her being Lightning’s twin again. She could almost kind of see why she’d think that. Back when Lightning had been younger, they’d looked similar enough to make it creepy. Of course, Light had grown out of that baby face and now looked exactly what you’d expect from a fully grown woman. Serah hadn’t been so lucky though, as she had retained her young, teenage looks all the way to adulthood. Some told her she should feel blessed for still looking young, but there was a difference between looking young, and getting asked for ID everytime you tried to buy a drink or something. Maybe that was part of the reason why she didn’t drink as well, she was never allowed into bars and such because she looked too young. Her face had matured a little bit over these last few years, but she still wished she could look more like Lightning. Still… Fang mistaking her for her sister would’ve made sense if Light had still been fourteen when they’d first met. Nowadays, they didn’t look that much alike anymore. …maybe if you were drunk enough though, the pink hair would be enough to count. “I’m sure,” she confirmed with a smile.

Fang turned her attention back to the bartender and Serah fiddled with her skirt a little bit to calm her nerves and get her into the right mindset to handle this conversation. It wasn’t that Fang was sca- okay yes, that played a part too, but the main problem was that Serah felt like she belonged to the group that Fang was hating on at present. Saying the wrong thing wouldn’t be in her best interests. “No, that’s not it at all,” she countered bravely when the older woman slandered Hope’s good intentions. It was probably true that he didn’t want his city burned to the ground, but it was obvious that he really cared about her wellbeing as well. He’d gone to extreme lengths to save her and Vanille from their crystal prison. Didn’t that mean something? If he really didn’t care, he would’ve just left them there to rot. “Hope cares a lot about you, about both of you, he-” she stopped again to just stare at Fang in disbelief when the Pulsian once again mentioned burning the place down. She wouldn’t honestly do that, would she? What would it accomplish? It wouldn’t restore Pulse to how it originally was, it would just make a lot of people homeless again. And then what? They’d all have to find some other place for them to live while Pulse still wouldn’t be any better off than it was now. Good luck reasoning with the angry Pulsian and her spear though.

“I-I didn’t mean… that…” Serah spoke in a soft, helpless tone when flamethrowers and least favorite buildings were being mentioned. She knew she’d worded that earlier sentence in a stupid way. She’d practically invited this sort of reaction. Not knowing how to save herself here, Serah slapped a hand down on the bar and gave the bartender a helpless look. He seemed to catch her meaning and started pouring her a drink. She couldn’t do this while sober. She needed to loosen up, if only a little. Maybe then the solutions would just come floating in. Serah liked to think that was how it would go. As soon as the drink was set down in front of her, the pinkette reached over and took a huge gulp, though she immediately regretted it when she felt the fluid burn in her throat. Coughing a little, she set the drink back down. Alright… had it helped? “What I meant wa-“ Fang cut her off with another suggestion. Oh yes, talk about destroying Caius instead of Hope’s buildings, that was the sort of direction she needed this conversation to go. “I’m… not sure where he is,” she admitted quietly, “We… Noel and I, we fought him in Valhalla, and he died there. I don’t think we’ll see him again.” That was pretty much it, unless Caius had somehow returned from the dead as well. Let’s all hope not, it had taken so much trouble to bring him down, and though she didn’t necessarily want him dead, she didn’t want to have to fight him again either. It was complicated.

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

Well whatever. Fang thought that Serah might be lying to her, but it obviously wasn't worth arguing over - even if the brunette still did think they were twins secretly. Maybe their mom had just not told them or something. Maybe both her parents had pink hair or something. "Did yer parents both 'ave pink hair then?" That would tell her something about their mom anyway. Whoever the hell would go for a pink haired man obviously were into girls and just wouldn't admit it. Whatever floated a persons boat. She personally didn't understand it a damn bit, but then, she'd always been one for men that were...well, men. None of that feminine crap so many women seemed to be into now. Then again, she was surrounded by Cocoonians. Back in her day, Pulsians didn't abide by that sort of thing, but she had come to expect anything from the odd citizens of the once floating planet.

Back to the more important matters at hand however. Fang could only be distracted from wanting to tear the place down for so long, before her thoughts inevitably started to wander back toward it. That was this moment, and she found herself tapping the bartop while she did think about it. Serah's spoken words caused her to shake her head. "Tch, yeah. Roight. Yer a damned poor liar." Even if Hope did care about her, and she was sure in his own way he did - he had an ulterier motive with having Serah checking up on her. Why couldn't anyone just say what was on their damned minds, anyway? She didn't have a problem with it. Now, if Serah could have waltzed in, sat down, and said "Screw you, Fang. Stop thinking about tearing down Academia.", Fang might have done just that. Why all this sneaking around about stuff. They did realize she could see right through it, didn't they? Besides, she wasn't that intimidating anyway, just speak your damn mind.

Fang disregarded what she said with a wave of her hand. "Ya' asked what it was that I needed help with. Now ya' ain't gonna help me foind one?", she demanded to know. Yet she couldn't really hold it against her. These were Serah's people she was talking about. Of course she didn't want Fang to burn the whole city down. Heaving a deep sigh, the Pulsian leaned back on her barstool and rubbed her face with her hands. "Look, I know what ya meant, but I'm not gonna be talked outta this so easily. Damn it, Farron, ya' don't know what it's loike...wakin' back up ta' this!", she burst out while she waved her hand around. "Hell, I'd have rathered the whole thing be torn apart than this. I thought when those goddesses brought us back, it wouldn't be loike this." "Yo, Fang! I hope the bar can still stand. I like workin' here." Fang's face turned back to the bartender. Winking to him, she found her good humor returning and lifted her glass in recognition. "Hell yes, but just 'cause I loike ya'. Don' get cheeky on me."

Still, if Serah did know where this Ballad man was, that would be a big help. "Hhhumm.", she grunted in response. Part of her - a large part - was disappointed at it. "Well shit.", she muttered in response to the knowledge. "I'd loike him ta' show his ugly face around here again.", she grumped as she leaned forward to take another drink of her alcohol. The drinks were starting to take more of an effect. Her vision was starting to get a bit spotty now. "I'd rip his heart out an' forcefeed it to 'im.", she muttered angrily. "An' then I'd stomp that son of a bitch into the ground!" The 'stomp' was heightened when she slapped her fist down onto the bartop. A loud 'bang' echoed from it, causing the men betting on her to all look across the bar at her. "Fang!" "Yeah?" Blinking, she looked across at them. "A round for you and your friend is on us!" A grin appeared on her face. "Moighty generous of ya'! Farren, what'dya want?"

Notes: Sorta doesn't match the current plot, but who cares. Wearing: Soon to be nothing Setting: Dat bar; Tagged: Serah Words: 625

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 1286 | Notes : I think we're caught up!

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.

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

Fang let loose a loud snort in response when Serah mentioned that her father did indeed have pink hair. "Knew it.", she gloated. For some reason, that was just about the funniest thing she had heard in...well, since the blooming Goddesses had brought them back to a Gran Pulse that couldn't possibly look any worse. What was it with these damned people and wanting to make the world as sparkly and shiny as they could possibly could? Fang was damned sick of it. And she wouldn't let the world get away without her telling them, either. Hope had gotten an earful, and now Serah. Fang would keep it up until they started tearing it down just to please her, damn it. If they didn't, she would take matters into her own hand. If they didn't like it...well that was too bad. She didn't like what they had done with the place. And if she had saved them when she could have let them die, damn it, she deserved a little bit of a say in how things went on her planet. But back to the subject at hand. It made a whole lot of sense that Serah's father had been pink haired. So much so, Fang found herself genuinely smiling for the first time down at her drink.

Fang shrugged when Serah snapped out that she wasn't lying. "Eh, the kid cares fer us, but he sure as hell cares fer Academia jus' as much.", she pointed out. "An' I hate the damned place. Too fancy, too shiny. Looks loike Cocoon, an' damn it, Farron, I never thought the day I'd be livin' when Gran Pulse was being turned into that shitty of a place." She couldn't quite bring herself to care that she was insulting Serah's home, or even really remember. Her head was buzzing, and her thoughts were consumed by her dislike of everything Gran Pulse was becoming. As Fang was swirling around her drink, her eyes flickered back over to the pink haired woman and watched while she took a drink. While her eyebrow quirked after watching Serah's initial reaction, she nodded approvingly when Serah downed the rest. Had she honestly driven Lightning's little sister into drinking? Hell, a large grin formed on her face. Now that was something to be proud of right there. Damned proud. She slapped Serah lightly on the back. "Drink up, Farron."

Fang's grin turned into a deep frown when Serah attempted to reason with her. While she was mostly past the point of reasoning, somewhere in the back of her mind she realized it was the truth. "Shit.", she muttered out, curling her hands around her glass. "Ya' moight be roight. Hell, as long as they stay in Academia, I'll give 'em that.", she begrudged without any desire to do so. She wouldn't be happy about it, but one city across Gran Pulse's expanse probably wasn't something to get fired up about. "But if they make another damned city loike it, or think 'bout coverin' Gran Pulse with it completely, I'll start tearin' it down.", she warned in a voice that was as deadly as it was serious. Despite the drinks and the buzzing in her head, she turned to Serah with a serious look on her face. "That fair?"

By the time she had heated up, the offer of another drink cooled her back down somewhat, taking her mind off the injustices. Maybe not everyone from Cocoon was so bad. "I'll take whatever ya whip up, Trav.", she grinned at the bartender. When Serah asked her opinion, she leaned back and contemplated for a minute. Brandy was by far her favorite alcohol, but this called for something really special. "Hey, Trav. Make Farron tha' red velvet martini ya' made me before." With a grin on her face, Fang bumped Serah with her elbow and grinned at her. "You'll loike that. Promise. Tastes sweet, but has a bite." When they had their drinks in front of them, Fang bumped her again and took her drink. "Alroight, Farren. Race ya.", she said with a wink. Placing the glass to her lips, Fang tilted her head back and started to empty the drink she now had. Damn, even to her what Travis had whipped up for her burned. She didn't stop until she had drained it. When she slapped it back against the counter, she saw double for a second, and hell if she didn't find herself in a better mood. Yipping when she saw that Serah had finished her drink as well, Fang found herself acting without restraint. "Hot damn, Farron." Turning her face up, Fang grinned at the bartender, before flipping her face back toward Serah. "Well, if yer gonna talk me outta burnin' down the place. We gotta make thinks interestin' somehow, roight?"

With a wide, saucy grin, Fang brushed their drinks off to the side - the bartender scurrying to catch them before they shattered on the ground. Placing both hands flat on the bartop, she bounced up and straddled the wooden surface. Rounds of applause came from the other side of the place. Once there, she started taking off her sari. "Toime ta' get this place livened up."

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The pinkette couldn’t help but feel somewhat irritated at how Fang was talking about her homeworld, but she had enough sense and restraint to let it go without trying to argue about it. The Pulsian huntress had plenty of reason to hate Cocoon anyway, what with the war she’d fought in centuries ago, and the fact that she and Vanille hadn’t exactly been welcomed once people found out about what they were. She had her reasons to hate the place, but she hoped Fang wouldn’t try to get her to speak poorly of her old home, because that was something she just couldn’t do. Cocoon wasn’t perfect, far from it in fact, but it was home. It was the place she’d grown up in and made a whole bunch of lovely memories. Some painful memories were tied to it as well, but it wasn’t enough to make Serah hate the place. She’d probably never be able to truly hate Cocoon, just like Fang couldn’t hate Pulse. She opened and shut her mouth a few times trying to come up with a proper response to what Fang was saying, but she couldn’t really find the right words here. She could try to explain that nobody was trying to recreate Cocoon, that these cities were simply here because people were so used to them and they wouldn’t be able to survive if they lived in villages like Oerba because they simply weren’t strong enough to defend themselves against monsters like the old Pulsian people had been able to. She could try and snidely imply that Pulse wasn’t all that magnificent either and risk losing a few teeth, but that didn’t seem ideal either. So instead, the younger Farron turned to the one thing that gave her an excuse to stall her answer; alcohol. Fang seemed surprisingly happy to see her drink, which posed quite the dilemma… Serah couldn’t handle alcohol well at all. One or two glasses and she’d be tipsy, a third and she’d be passed out on the floor, most likely. Anyone else could’ve kept drinking while slowly breaking down Fang’s anger, but Serah would be down after another glass. It would’ve been a great tactic to use… but she couldn’t use it. Scowling down at her drink, she tried to come up with another way to talk to Fang and find some common ground… but she couldn’t think of anything. In her frustration, she tilted back her head and downed the rest of the contents within the glass in one gulp. A gulp she instantly regretted when he vision began to swim before her eyes and she almost felt as though her body was falling backwards when she was sitting perfectly still. Oh Etro, what in the world… how did Fang handle all of this?!

But it seemed like the drink had actually worked on making her talk some sense into Fang! Blinking a few times in shock that what she’d said had actually worked, Serah felt a small smirk arise. It worked! She agreed she wouldn’t tear the place down so long as they didn’t build more cities! Sober Serah might’ve realized that it was a promise she couldn’t possibly keep, because the population would continue to grow and eventually, they’d need to expand in order to house all those people, but Serah’s mind was already slightly affected. Her logic not as solid as it usually was. “Yeah is fair!” she slurred ever so slightly, though at this point she still sounded pretty coherent. In her mind, the whole expansion problem wasn’t even a problem. Fang would either be ancient (actually ancient, not ancient but young like she was now) by the time they’d have to take those measures or they would’ve all passed away anyway. Yeah, it was no problem because by the time it happened, Fang couldn’t tear things down anymore!

And then, after kind of maybe solving Fang’s anger issues towards Academia, Serah made the mistake of a lifetime when she allowed Fang to pick out her next drink. Her mind was already kind of fuzzy, and though she might’ve been able to handle a… less intense drink, without passing out, Fang was definitely not going to pick kiddy liquor for her. Red Velvet mar… oh dear. The way Fang described it sounded kind of nice though, maybe she was showing her mercy after all with this drink. “Oh, that sounds nice…” It was sweet, but had a bite… for some reason her mind instantly thought of a fruity drink with maybe two drops of alcohol in it. Kind of like apple juice for adults or something. It didn’t sound bad, maybe she could handle this one. And it seemed to put Fang into a better mood too, so why not? “O…okay…” she smiled hesitantly when Fang suggested a race. Well, she was gonna lose that one for sure. Fang seemed to have an iron throat and a liver made of solid rock. She could probably drink car fuel and still be perfectly fine. But the drink didn’t sound too bad, so Serah put on her game face and placed the drink near her lips to start the race. She could do this, yeah!

“Bluuurgh…” she gurgled a little when the first of the liquor slid down her throat. Oh no this was… definitely not advanced apple juice! Her eyes watered up and one of her eyelids actually started to twitch in horror at the burning sensation in her throat. Was Fang trying to kill her? Because she was doing a good job at it if that was her intention. Even so though, Serah bravely pushed on for the sake of all those that relied on them and downed the entire glass in a surprisingly swift way. As soon as the drink was gone, she fell down face first on the bartop, a horrible groan resonating over the bartop when her brain and her body started a massive protest inside of her. This was… horrible… but at the same time, she felt so calm and relaxed. Like… there was nothing to worry about. She’d tried, even if Fang burned down the whole planet now, Serah could say she tried. Yes… yes… she had done her part, there was no need to worry anymore. “Heh…?” she mumbled foolishly as she turned her head to the side to look at Fang. She could’ve sworn the woman just spoke to her, but she wasn’t even there! Just her legs were, all eight of them! Somehow she realized Fang was doing something on top of the bar, and without even thinking about it, Serah stood up and threw herself on top of the bar as well with the intension of climbing up as well, but the surface of the bar felt so cool… even through her clothing. It eased down her somewhat horrified stomach and the hum of the refrigerator nearby calmed her spirits… oh… this was a nice place to be. She closed her eyes for a split second before a piece of fabric landed on her head, “Whaaat?” she looked up and glared at the bartender as though he had personally kicked her in the face, but then he motioned towards Fang and Serah would’ve gasped at what was happening, if she had the strength for it. That red velvet thing had killed her. “Fleng!” she slurred and glared up at her with an irritated look. As she looked up, the sari slipped off her face and fell to the ground. Serah tried to reach for it, but she reached a little too far, and before she knew it, she too fell off the bar and onto the floor right next to the bartender. Unlike the piece of cloth though, Serah landed with a loud crash. “Freng no!” she called up while attempting to scramble back to her feet, “Thas bed!”

My battle cry

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones to fight this thing, until we've won

A wicked grin appeared on Fang's lips when Serah gave her permission. Seemed that the solution to the problem of these uptight, prude Cocoonians was to get them drinking. Once they'd had a few drinks - very few, much to her disappointment - they seemed to agree to anything. Fang didn't really care though, because past her own blurred vision and swimming mind, she'd just gotten herself permission to tear down any extra expansion. Gleefully she rubbed her hands together and grinned to herself. Serah might think herself smart for getting Fang to agree not to burn down Academia, but Fang thought herself equally as smart for getting expressed permission to do whatever the hell she wanted. The Pulsian was already picturing scratching a line at the edge of Academia and telling them that if they crossed it, she'd start the burning process. Seemed like a fun time to her, and she could point the blame on Farron for agreeing to it.

She didn't always plan on destroying cities.

But when she did, she did it right.

Still, even Fang couldn't really make heads or tails about what was happening anymore. With a buzzing head, she agreed to the drink and managed to get Farron to race her. With a swimming head, she decided that the only solution to adding some more spice to this night would be to make it herself. "How many does that make?", came a holler from the opposite side. "For Fang or her friend?" "Fang." "Uh...upwards of thirteen." "Damn." Fang waved a hand in response to the conversation between the bartender and the patron that had gotten their last round. "Make 'er fourteen an' ya damnbed Cocoons'll have yer damnbed loives.", she slurred. Amazingly agile fingers started to peel off her clothing. Her sari came first, and she threw it away to land on her companion. Her half shirt came next. While bending to the side to slip it off, Fang nearly lost her balance and pitched right off the side of the bar.

Tightening her grip with her legs, Fang waved away Serah, who was obviously having problems on the floor. "Shaddup Farrrron, I'm loivenin' up the place.", she mumbled before throwing her halfshirt at Serah's head. Pausing there in her shorts and skimpy bra, Fang pointed a surprisingly steady hand at the bartender. "Trav, ya' take care a' my saaari. I'll kick yer ass if a lose it." Swinging her left leg around, Fang accidentally half kicked her pink haired companion in her attempt to get up, nearly falling backwards in the process. She was righted with the bartenders hand on her leg. "Don' get cute.", she nearly purred.

Quickly shedding the rest of her clothing, Fang finally swung to her feet and glanced down at her companion in merely her smile. "Come on, Farron. Scared a' what blondie'll say?", she taunted her slightly. Swaying on her feet, the Pulsian nearly fell off the edge of the bar. Righting herself, a glass of who knew what was slapped into hand as she heard far off yips of encouragement. "There's your fourteenth, Fang!" Pressing the liquid once more to her lips, Fang downed it, before throwing it down and shattering the glass. "Hell yeah! To Gran Pulse!", she hoarsely shouted. A responding "GRAN PULSE!", shook the bar and she found herself grinning. With a somewhat shaky running start, Fang flipped off the end of the table and landed on her feet. Waving a hand in triumph that she'd pulled it off, she went to walk out of the bar and ran directly into the doorway. Stumbling backwards, Fang was left to glare at the door before she went around and started strutting down the hallway. That strut quickly turned into as good of a run as she could possibly produce in the state she was in. Wild 'woops' floated behind her.

Notes: Oh dear...naked Fang is in the building Wearing: Her birthday suit Setting: Dat bar; Tagged: Serah Words: 690

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Tagged : Fang | Words : 1221 | Notes : I love this thread, all of it xD

Where was she, even? Serah tried to focus on the world around her, but found it difficult to even focus on her own hands for a second. What in the world had been in that drink? It had to be something extreme for her to be so out of it after just two glasses. “Fo…fourteen…? I’m not… fourteeeen…” she insisted quietly, completely unaware that they were talking about drinks, and not her age. “I’mmm uhhh… I’m… twenty… something…” she continued on to no one in particular. After all the time hopping and dying and getting back to life, it was hard to keep track of something as simple as age. But Serah was fairly certain she wasn’t fourteen. Yeah, definitely not fourteen. She would’ve known it if she’d been fourteen. Climbing up to the bar proved too much of a challenge for her poor addled mind, and so she gave up halfway, which left her lying on top of the bar as though she’d passed out in the middle of her efforts. Serah was still conscious though… for now anyway, but considering how comfortable this position was, she could make no promises about staying awake. The surface of the bar was cool and smooth, and the hum of the fridge sounded like angels chanting in her ear for some reason. This was so nice… Serah didn’t mind spending the night here in this position, it felt nice and right somehow.

But just as she began to nod off, the sari falling on her head woke her up some. When she toppled forwards off the bar and face-first onto the cold hard floor, any feelings of drowsiness were knocked out along with the air in her lungs. But for some reason the fall hadn’t even hurt her that much. She would surely feel the bruise come tomorrow morning though, along with the mother of all hangovers most likely. Fang didn’t seem to care for her protests, and just as Serah had struggled to get to her feet, Fang knocked her back on her ass by tossing more clothing on top of her. “Feeeeeeng,” she groaned and tried to get out from under the various articles of clothing, but she somehow got tangled up in Fang’s shirt, “Please…” she slurred and crawled over to the side to make room for the bartender who had his hands full just keeping the wild woman on his bar from tipping over, “Stahp…” It wasn’t appropriate, even in her confused state she still had some of Light’s life lessons in the back of her mind. Something about if you dressed like a hobo… or a stripper… she couldn’t quite remember, but something about dressing like that and people treating you accordingly. Fang was close to wearing nothing. How would people treat her without clothes on? “Iz not… lady… loike…” she wasn’t even sure where the accent came from. It sounded right though. Apparently someone disliked her attempts at ruining the fun by stopping Fang from stripping, because before she knew it, there was another drink in her hand. Or was this her old drink? Had she even finished her own drink? Not wanting to be rude, Serah drank the liquid inside the glass and felt the same burn she’d felt mere minutes ago. Just as she’d pulled herself up on the bar again though, Fang’s leg hit her straight in the face and Serah simply fell down again like a pathetic rag doll covered in Fang’s clothing, all of which had conveniently landed on top of her and made her look like a large walking pile of clothes with pink hair sticking out in between shirts and skirts and such.

For a moment Serah considered just staying on the floor. Apparently getting up was as challenging as building planets right now, and her face was almost entirely covered in clothing, which meant her vision was obscured, which meant darkness. And where there was darkness, there was a drowsy Serah, especially after having another drink. Blinking a few times in an effort to stay awake, she finally nodded off when the last article of Fang’s attire landed on top of her. “Mmmm Snow…” she sighed dreamily to herself when Fang’s comments about Blondies somehow made her think of her fiancé. Not just her fiancé, but a topless one. Covered in chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Yeeess…

“Huh?” she pushed some of the clothes out of her face to focus on what Fang was saying to her now. Was she scared of what Blondie would say? BAH! Serah was a strong independent woman thingy who needed no man, no one told her what to do! “Notta me!” she growled angrily. Oh so Fang thought she was scared, did she? With a defiant look, Serah started to undress as well, though her poor motor skills right now lead to her simply rearranging her clothes in an odd fashion with her shirt put on backwards and one arm sticking out of the hole you poked your head through, one of her shoes she’d somehow managed to kick off and she’d somehow managed to put some of Fang’s clothes on. The Pulsian’s halfshirt was partially pulled over her head and her skirt was resting on top of her head as though she was trying to pretend to be a ghost under a sheet. Oh well, close enough. “Pfff scurred…” Serah muttered to herself as she continued to struggle. The skirt fell off her head but everything else just failed. Just when she was about to ask Fang for assistance, she realized the other woman was on her way out of the bar. Where was she going…? “Flegh…” she called after her, almost choking on the sari that had somehow managed to wrap around her throat with other end stuck underneath her foot. “Sahp,” she choked out again before the poor bartender helped her lift her foot up high enough to save her from choking herself to death. As soon as she was freed, Serah jumped onto the bar again and slid off on the other side, seeing this as the clearly faster route as opposed to just walking around the bar. She landed on her butt again but this time she was up pretty quickly, and before she knew it, she stumbled past the rowdy patrons that had been cheering Fang on and up out of the door into the hallway.

Once she was out of the bar though, Serah felt even more confused than she’d already been. Hey, where did she go? Looking around and almost tumbling over from the very slight momentum, the pinkette finally caught onto Fang’s trail when she heard the woman occasionally stumble ahead of her. As fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast at all, Serah gave chase and stumbled after the woman she was supposed to cheer up. Why was she following her? She really had no idea… she’d already finished talking hadn’t she? If she wanted she could just walk off and go to bed. Somehow, through some sort of miracle, Serah managed to catch up to Fang but she’d measured the distance between the two of them wrongly, and walked face-first into the Pulsian. Thankfully she didn’t fall this time though. “Maaaary Ann!” Serah scowled at Fang’s back, “Whaaat arr you doin’?”

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Fang felt herself snort in a very 'unlady like' fashion when Serah expressed concern about her not acting the part of a lady. The force of even that sent her head spinning, and she had to grip the edge of the bar to ward off the pounding in her head. "Shit.", she muttered before she righted herself and continued to peel off her clothes. "Hell, Farron. I don' think I've ever been called a lady, so I don' think I'll have ta' worry 'bout my reputation.", she pointed out while her fingers fumbled with the last pieces of cloth that were in the way of freedom from any bounds. It was a freeing feeling really, when she finally peeled off the last bit and tossed them to the side.

Serah's growled comment created quite the grin on her face. "Hell, then let's show 'em who really wears the pants around here. Whaddya say?", she demanded. The drink shoved in her hand was quickly downed, before Fang decided that she had had enough of this stuffy bar and the noise. Time to make some hell somewhere else in the Academy. With a running start, Fang fled the bar, attempting to run down the hallway and get to somewhere else she could raise a ruckus. What she needed to do was go tackle Hope down and tell him how she felt about this damned place he'd helped to build. Yeah...if he saw how angry she was, maybe he'd help her tear down the place himself. Shit...she'd given Farron her promise she wouldn't burn anything. Hell, if she could somehow get Hope to do it, she wasn't technically burning anything down herself, was she? And in that case, Serah couldn't really hold her responsible for any destruction...right? Right!

Her thoughts were interrupted when Fang ran directly into something. A sort of choking noise issued from her lips before she found herself falling to the ground. Except instead of the hard impact she'd braced herself for, Fang found that she had quite the soft landing. "Huh..." Puzzled, Fang pushed herself up until she was looking into the extremely startled gaze of two women. Or was it one woman? Closing her eyes and holding them shut tightly, Fang propped them open in time to see the two women become the same one, then float off again. "Well shit, twins are all over the place.", she muttered. "Oh...oh my God." "Heh, she ain't listenin' roight now, ya moight wanna pick another one.", Fang replied cheerfully. "Oh...oh no. Oh my. Oh dear." The flustered woman had obviously hit her head a bit too hard. Crawling forward, Fang attempted to get off the woman, who then shrieked a little too loudly. "WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES YOU BARBARIAN?!" Rolling to the side, Fang covered her ears with her hands to stave off the sound. "Etro's ass, ya' sure know how ta' scream.", she muttered. "How dare you say her name in vain! You wretched-" "Shaddup.", Fang muttered and shoved the woman away. Unfortunately the woman moved a little too easily, and Fang found herself facedown on the floor again.

Rising to her feet. Fang was in time to have someone collide into her behind. "Rygdea, not so rough, damn it.", she growled, before rolling over and realizing it was none other than Farron herself, or two of her anyway. Still in way too many clothes. Crawling to her feet for the third time, Fang found herself stumbling forward. "Comon' Farron. We gotta go get Hope ta...ta...do somethin' about this mess.", she slurred before she took off in another stumbling run.

{NOTES } Okay...before you reply, I need to ask you about a Snow cameo XD

Tagged : Fang, Snow cameo | Words : 1138 | Notes : this is probably my favorite thread on the site right now >.>

Serah wasn’t sure why, but she almost felt offended when Fang didn’t take her comment on ladylike behavior seriously, and when Fang mentioned not having to worry about her reputation, Serah sighed and scrunched up her nose. “But the repupasion is import Feng,” she slurred and crawled around the floor, looking for a means to drag herself up so she could address Fang in the same way she addressed her misbehaving students; by regarding them with a tall, proud posture and a sentence of well articulated words that made so much sense, no child or wild barbarian woman would know how to argue with them. After a few feeble attempts of reaching up only to tumble back down either from serious balance issues or Fang piling more clothes on top of her, Serah finally managed to grab the edge of the bar and hoisted herself to her feet, though her posture was hardly that of a woman you should be taking seriously with her hanging partially over the countertop and her knees pressed awkwardly together in an effort to stabilize her. “If it acts loike ah… not a lady, it will notta be… be… treated… loike… a laddy…” words of wisdom, right there. Fang couldn’t possibly argue with this. Unless her argument involved kicking people in the face, in which case she most certainly did make a point. The Pulsian’s foot hit her square in the jaw, but rather than cry out in pain, she soundlessly rolled back onto the floor. It took her a good few seconds to even register the aching sensation in her face, as well as the fact that the scenery had suddenly changed. After a few confused blinks of her eye, Serah found that she was once again on the floor… huh… how had that happened? “Ow…” she muttered almost monotonously as she reached for the bartop again but then gave up and resigned herself to sitting here and giving into her naughtiest of day dreams. Alright, so they really weren’t that bad, but they seemed pretty bad to her addled mind right now.

“YAH!” Serah growled again as she tossed and turned and flailed about like a Flan having a seizure while she tried to undress as well. Pfft, scared. Who was scared here? Not Serah! Most certainly not Serah. She was a strong woman who could do whatever the hell she wanted, and there wasn’t a single person who could stop her. Snow? Bah, Snow had no right to tell her what to do! Lightning? She would tell her sister exactly what she’d wanted to tell her for years when the older Farron called all the shots and forbade her from doing certain things, like hanging out with Snow-like types. She had a rant ready for her. And who else was there? Vanille would be too busy trying to stop Fang to even notice her, and Sazh wasn’t her daddy! And Hope had sent her here so this was technically all his fault anyway. By the time she’d finished ‘undressing’, which really just boiled down to haphazardly throwing her arms and legs around and sticking limbs through holes they weren’t supposed to go through and somehow ending up with more clothes on rather than less, Serah realized that she’d been abandoned. The pinkette looked up just in time to see Fang running out the door, and after almost choking herself to death on Fang’s sari, Serah finally managed to launch herself over the bartop and out of the door. Running proved to be a bigger challenge than she’d thought though, and rather than go in a neat straight line, Serah flew all over the place, running into the wall onto her right only to stumble into the left, and by the time she’d reached Fang she was fairly certain she’d have bruises all over the place come tomorrow morning.

“S…orry…” she replied when Fang mentioned something rough. After about ten seconds though, she meaning behind those words sunk in and Serah found herself scoffing again, ready for another rant. But even though she opened her mouth to say something, no words came out. “It’z ahh…” she started incoherently, not entirely sure what she even wanted to say. As she waited for Fang to get up, her hands unconsciously continued to pull on her clothes in a feeble attempt to get them off. Surprisingly though, she actually managed to get partially undressed when she figured out her skirt had to go down and not up. “Fleng, I didda eet!” she pointed proudly at the skirt that was now on the ground rather than hugging her waist. To show what a star pupil she was, she also got back to struggling with her shirt, pushing her other arm through the hole your head was supposed to go through as well. That was a tight fit though, and the poor pinkette felt her ribcage protest wildly at being squished like this. The fabric wasn’t doing much better, and while she really tried to just push her shirt all the way down her body, it couldn’t endure the size of her full body for long, and after only a few seconds, a tearing noise could be heard. Splitting at the front (or considering she had it on backwards, the back) Serah sighed in relief when the pressure was taken off her ribs. A cool air brushed against her partially exposed chest and Serah was relieved for her bra right now. Fang had to be pretty cold, wearing nothing like that.

“But wha’ cannn Hoe do?” Serah asked seriously before stumbling back after the taller woman like she was her pretty little lapdog… a lapdog with an exposed bra through a torn, put on backwards shirt and no pants or skirt or anything to keep people from seeing her panties, and one shoe on. Well, that was still more than what Fang was wearing anyway. Sadly for Serah she’d forgotten about the skirt she dropped, and so her feet got caught on it and she tripped against a wall before recovering herself and giving chase once again, with the skirt still caught around one ankle and being dragged over the floor as she ran. “Feng, arr we gon’ ask Hoe to… to… be strong… indepent woman also?” she called after her, scrunching her nose some when she couldn’t quite figure out which of the five Fang’s was the real one, “Cann we see Snow?” she asked rhetorically, “I needa hiz halp with my braaa…” Serah simply wasn’t strong enough to tear her bra off even if she tried, but Snow was like a beast. He could probably snap it off with two fingers. Of course a bra had clasps at the back, but Serah forgot about those. Brute force would be the only way to go.

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{Words} 694 {Tagged} Serah, Snow cameo {Wearing} Le nothing

Fang nearly snorted at the 'lady' part of Serah's rant that what Fang was doing was wrong. Especially in her current state - highly filled with alcohol that she was - Fang sure wasn't going to listen to any goodie two shoes that had gotten damned drunk over one drink. Or had she even had the one drink? Fingers stilled and Fang narrowed her eyes to attempt to figure out which it had been. With her head spinning and her eyes refusing to fully focus, Fang finally muttered a quick "hell" and continued on with undressing and getting herself free to do whatever the hell she pleased. Without having to worry about being called a lady or not either. The Pulsian couldn't remember the last time anyone had truly treated her like a fine bred lady...other than someone like Rygdea, and he had other ways of making her feel like a lady - his lady. And she wouldn't have it any other way. Hell, who cared if someone thought you were a lady or not if you couldn't protect yourself from a behemoth attack? Fang sure didn't.

Then she was gone, off on an adventure that would last her until she once again was near Serah. Fang had to glance over her shoulder to see who the hell was behind her, because after a moment, the Pulsian realized who it couldn't be. Thank Etro it was Farron...anyone else and Fang would have had to stab them, too much to drink or not. Fang quirked an eyebrow at the appearance Serah seemed to be in. Rolling onto her back, the woman snorted loudly and then laughter wracked her body, until Fang was nearly in tears from her amusement. Fang wasn't really one to talk at the moment, but Serah sure didn't know what getting naked meant. Snow might have a lot of damned important things to teach Serah if they ever could get themselves hitched. The way things had gone, it wasn't very likely. Maybe soon Fang was going to have to give Serah a crash course on how to catch a man, because she sure didn't seem to be doing so hot on that herself.

Probably because she couldn't get out of her damned clothes.

Fang laid there, resting for a minute with her eyes closed. A deep groan issued from her lips, but she still didn't quite move. Still, when she did prop her eyes open, Fang could see that Serah had at least made a little progress in the clothing department. Maybe there was some hope for her yet, and she wouldn't have to teach her the basics of intimacy. You'd think that pink haired father - sounded like a sissy to her - would have taught her fundamentals of life when she was younger. Rolling over and pushing herself to her knees, Fang tried to understand what Serah was saying to her as she started back her jogging back down the hallway. "The hell is Hoe? Ya' mean Hope?" Snorting again in amusement, Fang tossed back her head covered in her wild hair and leg out a belly laugh. "Ain't tha' rich.", she finally burst out. "Wait 'till I tell 'im he's yer hoe."

She found her chest nearly filling with pride when Serah asked to see Snow about her bra problem. Now she was talking! "Oh hell, Farron. I can get tha' damned thing off ya.", she said with a wave of her hand. "But if we see 'im, we'll stop an' say hi. Nothin' else though. Loight would 'ave my head if ya' came back naked an' pregnant.", she muttered to herself. Lightning would already try to have her head if she ever figured this out. Hell, Fang wasn't scared of her a damn bit. Let her come and try. With surprisingly stable movements, Fang found herself jogging down the hallway further - hopefully getting somewhere useful. Or finding someone useful...

After all, Serah did have a bra problem she needed taken care of.

{NOTES } Oh my goodness...think Kent should post with Snow?