Familiar Faces

Tifa wasn't sure how to describe how she was feeling after her show of ****. Throwing out the molester had been a good way for her to vent her frustration, which had been threatening to boil over all evening. But she would have much rather the violation had never happened in the first place. But the **** had quieted some of the more unsavory behavior of her patrons. The lewd staring, talking about her body as if she weren't attached to it, and cat calls. She was still the only one naked in a room full of people, but everyone had been reminded that it was her bar.

She was feeling better. Sure, the difference was between 0% and 1%, but it was still an improvement.

The evening started to quiet down after that. She hoped it was because the novelty of her nudity had worn off, but she knew it really because pockets were starting to run dry. But any reason to get people to go home was a good reason.

"Can we get some refills?" Tifa perked up at the sound of a woman's voice. She had been leaning against the counter behind the bar top. The posture caused her breasts to dangle beneath her, but it also hid them. Straightening her back and exposing herself to the room again, she grabbed a bottle of wine and a few bottled beers and ventured out from the mild modesty the behind the bar provided her.

"Was of damn time is what that was!" Tifa froze as the sound of the approaching voice. A voice was unmistakably and undeniably Barrett's! But that's not possible. Jessie got them out of the Sector for the night! The stress of the evening must be finally getting to her.

"More dead Shinra goons is never a bad thing." And that was Biggs!

Tifa's mind raced faster than her body could keep up. She stood, rooted in place, in the middle of the bar floor, staring at the entrance like an animal into oncoming headlights. In walked the AVALANCHE men, with Jessie chasing after them, hands outstretched like she was trying to grab them and pull them back. And just over Barrett's should, she could see a head of spiked blonde hair.

The men stopped in their tracks, mouths agape. And Tifa screamed. She flung her hands against her body in a vain attempt to cover herself, sending the bottles she was carrying flying in opposite directions across the room.

"A little late for that, isn't it?" Someone in the bar laughed, and everyone else joined in as Tifa's head spun while her best friends stared at her naked body.

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