Title: [untitled]
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack and Cloud
Prompt: 60. Drink
Rating: R
Word Count: 227
Notes: Random.org for great justice.

"Once we get you patched up, Spike, we're going on a bender. A big one. A huge one. We never got to celebrate any of your big milestone-type birthdays, so this'll make up for that, okay? You don't even have to worry about getting drunk; you're like me now. 'course, it's sort of the rules to get you drunk. What do you think?"

Zack waited, like he always did. There might be an answer and there might not be. Cloud was picky like that. "Milestone?" Cloud still wasn't gone, not all the way. "Milestone," he said again.

Zack had to make this all sound like a regular conversation. Acting too worried around Cloud and he'd hesitate. Hesitate, and they'd both be gone. "Yeah, like we couldn't do anything for your sixteenth, 'cause I was out on a mission. That meant blowing my eighteenth, by the way, so I guess we should celebrate that, too. Then there's your eighteenth, and then my twenty-first, then your twenty-first. Shit, Seph totally crapped over all of our get-really-fucking-drunk birthdays, didn't he? It's like he knew."

"Like he knew," Cloud repeated.

"Yeah, like he knew." This was one of Cloud's better days. Maybe, if Cloud hung around long enough, Zack could start teaching him. Little things. Anything. Getting drunk with a Soldier's metabolism. Zack had always wanted to teach Cloud about that.


Title: [untitled]
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack and Cloud
Prompt: 48. Diamond
Rating: PG
Word Count: 252

Cloud frowned at the list of deductions and glared at his actual pay. He thought about giving the logo on his check the finger, but that might look a little crazy. Still, being poor sucked.

"Happy Fifteenth!" Zack called out. He jogged over to Cloud, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "First check of the month! So, wanna blow your pay on actions and items of questionable virtue?"

Cloud sighed. "I don't think anyone selling any of that would accept what I've got." He held up his pay stub.

Zack snatched the paper and whistled. "Yeah, you're going to be living on the twenty-five gil store's hand outs, Spike."

"Soldier pay's a lot better, right?"

"Yeah! Don't you know that my Soldier paycheck is what allows me to maintain my signature hair style? Quality hair gel is expensive, you know."

Cloud snorted and let out a laugh. "So it's not that much better than what I get, is it?"

"Not as much as you'd think. That's why Sephiroth has that second job as a shampoo spokesman. Don't tell me you haven't seen the commercials." Zack cleared his throat and tossed his head back. "'Jealous of my long, sexy silver locks?'" Zack sounded absolutely nothing like Sephiroth, and he knew it. "'Use Crimson Diamond brand hair products and you mere mortals can have hair that is almost as soft and shiny as mine. Thirteen sensual scents that turn even the toughest Soldier on. Try it today, or I'll stab you with Masamune.'"