Vacation (FFVII drabble)

[the_moss_stomper]

Rude shifts, drawing a creak from the flimsy chair beneath him. The suit is at home, waiting in the closet for his return, but he can still feel its gentle weight on his shoulders.

 

“Lighten up, man.” Reno clinks his glass against Rude’s. “It’s vacay time, yo.”

 

He is all grins and flirty winks aimed at passers-by, but Rude sees the tension in his eyes every time the bar door opens, the way he sizes up every new guest. Reno isn’t immune to it, either. None of them are. That’s why they drink.

 

Rude raises his beer. “To vacation.”

 

 

 

(Originally posted on Tumblr for Turk Week 2018, day 7: Vacation)