Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Clumsy Lovers ❯ Friends and ( Chapter 1 )

"Those jeep keys in your pocket or you just happy to see me?"

Seifer stopped and glowered down at his inebriated friend.

"Wha?" Squall squinted up at the blond man.

"Nothing Squally," he grins. "So are you planning on spending the night behind this bar?"

Squall groaned and pushed himself up off the ground. He stumbled forward a few steps, before quickly turning and placed both hands against the wall then vomited.

"That's not something you see everyday, `Headmaster Squall' spewing his guts out." Seifer commented wryly.

Squall mumbled something, still supporting himself with one hand against the wall, he began to make his way to the parking lot.

Seifer walked after Squall stopping him with another comment.

"You're not thinking of driving in your condition, are ya Headmaster?"

Squall turned to Seifer and shouted at him.

"I never wanted the job!"

He pitched forward and Seifer caught him, he also caught a whiff of Squall who smelled of liquor and vomit, Seifer turned his head away and there was a moment before he realized Squall was talking into his shirt.

". . . me into it, and I told him to find someone else. Everything keeps spinning around, but I still am in charge of keeping everyone safe . . . have to get them back safe . . ."

"Whoa there Squally," Seifer started.

". . . hate everything . . . feel sick . . ." Squall continued to mumble.

"Everyone is fine but you, man. Remember, well no, I guess you don't, but Irv and Selph took off soon after you all got here and I saw Zell and that girl walking toward home just before I found you. I know you can't be thinking of driving because you were the one who lectured me over and over. `If you drive drunk once they take away your license, for good,' so I'll take the keys and we'll walk back tonight." Seifer reached two fingers into Squall's pants pocket to fish out the keys and put them into his own pocket.

During Seifer's rambling Squall had stopped mumbling and closed his eyes and was now leaning limply against the blond.

"Lovesick little boys shouldn't drink themselves into a stooper." Seifer sighed.

Squall's head rolled gently to the side and Seifer was sure that he had passed out.

"Shit."

Lifting Squall into his arms like a limp rag doll, Seifer made his way to the parked jeep to retrieve his coat before heading back to Garden.

"Well at least you're not heavy lover boy."

" . . ."