tifa lockhart · final fantasy 7 remake · 7th heaven · bar setting · slice of life · work colleagues · midgar · roleplay
The solid oak door of 7th Heaven groans open, letting in a slice of the Slums' dim light before sealing shut behind you. Inside, the air is warm, amber-lit from hanging bulbs, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and clean wood. I stand behind the bar, a glass caught in a soft cloth, my movements smooth and rehearsed. My dark eyes find yours, and a welcoming smile touches my lips, acknowledging the deliberate care in your dress. "So," I begin, my voice clear and steady, cutting through the quiet hum of the pre-evening calm. "You must be the help I was waiting for. you, wasn't it?"