Story Codes: (M/F, no-no-yes)

“-I mean, I did nearly all the work, who saved his ass when he’s being chased by a killer robot? Me. Who taught the ungrateful bastard? Me. What do I get out of it? Nothing, he’s off with little miss princess and I’m in this,” she looked around the bar, “bar.”

“I don’t think you should have anything else to drink, miss,” the bartender said, trying his best to take away her half-full glass.

“Why not? I’m a hero! I saved the universe! You’d be dead, we’d all be dead if I hadn’t helped out.” She grunted and spilled some of her drink onto the bar. “They got lost on the way back, no one else did. I didn’t. I remembered the directions.”

“Do you have someone I can call for you, miss?”

“Everyone else get’s someone,” the woman continued morosely as she pushed her glasses up her nose, “Even Zell got that girl from the library.”

The bartender sighed. He wasn’t paid enough to deal with people like this. If she had been any normal customer he would have listened to her problems and maybe offered some advice before sending her home. When he had tried that this one had pulled out some sort of collapsible whip and nearly taken off his ear. SeeDs, he thought darkly. He had been a member of the Galbadian army for a couple tours of duty some years back and he had never liked the mercenary SeeDs with their exotic weaponry.

“Gimme another drink,” the woman said.

“I really don’t think you should. Why don’t you go home?” The bartender dropped the glass he had been polishing as the woman’s whip sliced past his head. The worst part was not knowing whether she had intended to hit him or not. “Or you can have another drink.” Maybe she’d pass out, he thought hopefully.
 

Laguna turned up the collar of his jacket as he hurried down the busy streets of Galbadia City’s shopping district. Even with winter and a heavy snow, the stores were still packed with people preparing for Liberation Day. It had been a year since Edea had ‘disappeared’ and new elections had taken place. Now the world was at peace. Treaties had been signed with the rest of the world leaving only the massive invasion of monsters from the Moon to deal with.

He felt a little guilty at leaving Esthar even though he had been ordered on this vacation. The newly arrived monsters showed no sign of settling in and behaving as other monsters did. The best guess that his science staff could think of was that their great numbers and recent arrival were making them more aggressive than the monsters that had been on the planet for the centuries since the destruction of the Centra.

There was so much do to, he thought. But that was what had kept him in Esthar for eighteen years while his son grew up without a father. He kept meaning to sit down and talk with Squall but neither of them ever seemed to have the time. Laguna kicked a pile of snow and cursed softly to himself. Soon, he thought.

Laguna stopped and looked up at the building beside him. It was the old Galbadia Hotel. What memories he had of it...He shook his head ruefully and turned to move on but hesitated. It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek and see what it was like now, would it? Besides, Kiros and Ward would kill him if he couldn’t tell them some stories of how Galbadia had changed.
Old memories rushed back to him as he stepped into the lobby. The last time he had been here had been during the Esthar/Galbadia war. He smiled at the memory of that night with Julia. They had talked for hours in her room before he had left on his last mission as a Galbadian soldier.

Laguna turned to the right and stepped onto the stair landing that led to the bar. From his position he could see down onto the tables and booths which were packed with people celebrating the approach of Liberation Day.

He walked back to the reception desk and reserved a room for the night, handing his coat and gloves to the check girl with a hefty tip before he walked down the stairs to the bar. There was a singer on stage tonight. For a moment he almost thought it was Julia, but she had died almost two decades back in a car crash. The singer was singing her song, their song as he always thought of it.

“Whenever sang my song,” the singer was crooning. She had a nice voice and filled out her sequined green dress very well. Laguna paused for a moment while the maitre’d approached him. He had never really understood the lyrics that Julia had come up with. Sure, he got the general meaning of the song but sometimes he wondered how much she had drunk that night when she composed it.

“Do you have a reservation, sir?” the maitre’d asked. Laguna glanced over and shook his head.

“No, I’ll just sit at the bar,” he answered.

“Very well, right this way, sir.” The maitre’d left him at the bar with a menu. Laguna opened it as he sat on a stool and nearly fell off again when he saw the prices.

“Excuse me,” he called to the bartender. The bartender hurried over, apparently glad to get away from the woman who was nearly passed out on the bar. “Are these prices right?”

“Yes, they are, can I get you a drink?” the bartender answered, not especially liking his chances of a good tip from the way the man was dressed. He was wearing a faded blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants, both of which had seen better days.

“Um, I guess a ‘Squall’ sounds good,” Laguna said dubiously. Other drinks on the menu included Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie, and a Zell. He flipped the menu over and then reread the front. No Laguna, it figures, he thought and snorted. On closer inspection he wasn’t surprised to see that the Selphie was a sickly sweet carbonated drink while the Rinoa was mainly white wine.

“Here’s your Squall, sir,” the bartender said as he slid Laguna a tall glass. Laguna took a sip and felt his eyes start to water.

“Squall, Squall, Squall, Squall,” someone was saying in a low voice to his right. Laguna looked over and saw a beautiful young blonde woman hunched over the bar. “Squall this, Squall that,” she said and drunkenly reached for her glass.

“Excuse me, miss,” Laguna said, “do I know you? You seem awfully familiar.”

“Squall?” the woman said, “No, you’re not Squall.” Suddenly everything clicked into place for Laguna. She was one of Squall’s friends, um, Quistis he thought. He recognized the glasses.

“I’m Laguna, Laguna Loire,” Laguna said, half hoping for a wave of excited recognition to sweep through the bar. He paused a second and when no one said anything continued, “Squall’s father.”

“I remember you, Mr. President,” Quistis said as she sat up straighter and looked over at him. “Your son is a real jerk.”

“I suppose he can be,” Laguna said. “Are you alright?”

“I’m drunk. Very drunk.”

“I can see that. Do you have someplace to sleep?”

“Oh, Laguna, I didn’t know you thought of me that way,” Quistis said with a look that careened between coyness and outright drunken lust.

“I don’t,” he sighed, “do you have a room here? I think you should stop drinking before you pass out,” Laguna said.

“I’ve got a room, why don’t you take me up to it?” Quistis said and licked her lips slowly.

Laguna sighed. “I’m old enough to be your father, Quistis,” he said. “Come on, I’ll get you up to your room.”
 

Rinoa wiped at her eyes as she rode the bus through the streets of Galbadia City. Why was Squall so difficult? she thought angrily. They had come to visit her father and things had started out well. Her father and Squall talked about military things, SeeD training, what it had been like to fight Ultimecia, and so on. But then her father had made some off the cuff comment about how Squall dressed and then Squall had gone into silent mode. When she had tried to talk to him he hadn’t said a word, he had just stared out the window. It was as bad as when she had first met him. Finally she had run out of the house, fed up with both of the men as they stolidly refused to say anything to each other.

It wasn’t as if Squall couldn’t be kind and caring, she thought. He had been wonderful after the battle with Ultimecia. Rinoa couldn’t help but shudder as she remembered Ultimecia’s castle and what had happened there. Ultimecia had been one twisted sorceress. Who would have thought that someone that powerful would use their power to do those things? Taking over the world and seeking ultimate power, yes, but- Rinoa forced herself to not think of what had happened to her and what Ultimecia had done to her when she had been separated from the everyone else.

Rinoa sighed and reached up to pull the signal cord for the next stop as the bus approached downtown Galbadia City. She’d stay at the hotel tonight, she still had plenty of Gil left over from Ultimecia’s castle, and tomorrow she’d see what she could do to reconcile her father and Squall.
 

Laguna had thought that jumping off that cliff in Esthar twenty years back had been the toughest thing he had ever done. Flying with the Ragnarok into the future had come a close second. Neither of those events, however, compared to the difficulty of getting a drunken SeeD back to her room.

“Quistis, why don’t you put that away before someone gets hurt?” he said anxiously as Quistis neatly shattered a vase with her whip. He winced as she took out a light fixture and took the opportunity when she stumbled to snatch the whip away. “I think this is your room.”

Laguna took the key card from Quistis after she failed three attempts to open the door. He stumbled into the darkened room with Quistis hanging on to his shoulder and fumbled for the light switch.

“How do you like it?” Quistis said. Laguna was relieved that she sounded like she was less drunk already.

“It’s very- Huh, it looks just like it was twenty years ago. I guess they don’t change the decoration very often,” Laguna said. Two beds, a small table, and two straight backed wooden chairs. It could have been the same room that he had been in with Julia.

“Do you want to dance?” Quistis said suddenly as she turned on the room’s radio. A waltz was playing. One of the ones popular with the younger generation, Laguna thought.

“I don’t think-” Laguna started before Quistis grabbed him around the waist and swung him into a waltz.

“Come on, it’s fun,” she said in a low voice as she pressed herself against him.

“I really don’t think, yiii!” he yelped as her hand moved down his back to his bottom and squeezed. She was surprisingly strong as she turned and pushed him down onto one of the beds.

“You know, Squall,” she was saying in a slurred voice, “I always had a thing for you. But nooo, you wanted the princess, didn’t you?”

Laguna tried to scramble away from Quistis but she followed him up the bed, dropping to her hands and knees and giving him a hungry look. Laguna winced as his head hit the headboard and tried to push Quistis away. She dodged at the last minute and his hands, instead of pushing on her shoulders, found themselves cupping her breasts. “I knew you wanted me,” Quistis said with a smile and kissed him.

Laguna flailed under her, trying to get away from her without hurting her. She was relentless though and her hands were rapidly unbuttoning his shirt. She growled as she got stuck with one of the buttons and sat up straddling him. Laguna felt his mouth go dry as she pulled off her gloves and tossed them into a corner before slowly unbuttoning her own top.

The smooth plane of her stomach slowly became more visible as she undid the buttons from bottom to top. Laguna’s struggles had slowed as he watched in fascination as the lower curve of her breasts became more visible with each button.

“Crap,” he whispered as she undid the last button of her top and slid it down her shoulders. Her breasts were as perfect as he could imagine, just the right size and shape. He shook his head furiously and tried to roll over and slide out from under her. “I’ve gotta go,” he was mumbling, “you’re too young.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Quistis said as she bent down and kissed him again, this time biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Laguna grunted in pain as Quistis bit him and ran her hands over his shirt. He watched in horror as she took a handful of shirt in both hands and pulled, tearing his shirt open and sending buttons flying. He managed another weak protest before she kissed him again, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth as she ran her hands over his chest.

“No, no,” he was whispering as she kissed down his throat to his chest, pausing to lick his nipples before kissing down his stomach. “Oh no, no, no, nonono.”

“Quit playing hard to get,” Quistis said as she undid his belt buckle and began to open his pants.

“Please, you want money? I’ll give you money, just let me go,” Laguna managed to babble as Quistis yanked his khakis down and off his legs. He hadn’t had anyone since Raine had died and didn’t want to have anyone but it didn’t seem as if this predatory young woman cared.

“I don’t want money,” Quistis growled, “I want you.”

Laguna felt a wave of humiliation as he realized that Quistis could easily see how aroused he was. He struggled to control himself and failed miserably as she bent her head over his cock and looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. He watched in horrified anticipation as she stood up and shrugged out of her dress, underwear, and boots before straddling his legs and bending over him.

“This is wrong, Quistis,” Laguna said desperately, “I’m old enough to be your father!”

Quistis ignored him as she pulled the hairpins free from her flowing blonde hair and let it sweep down over him. Laguna groaned against his will as he felt her hot breath on his cock. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides as her head lowered itself slowly. “No, no, errgh, yes, yes,” he gasped as Quistis’s lips caressed the sides of his cock as she lowered her head even further.

Her golden hair tickled his skin as her head began to bob up and down his cock, her tongue sliding in circles around him. He managed to wonder how she ever learned to do that before she shifted position slightly and slowly slid her mouth down his cock, hesitating only slightly as he reached the back of her throat before swallowing him.
Laguna groaned in bliss as she held him there for a wonderfully long moment before slowly pulling back. She pushed the hair out of her face as she looked up into his eyes.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” she said with an evil look dancing in her eyes. Laguna groaned something incoherent as she slid up his body until her quim was hovering over his cock.
“Say you’re a slut,” she said.

“Wha?” Laguna managed as he reached up to hold her hips. Her skin was delightfully warm under his hands as he tried to force her down onto his cock. She was too strong and held her position with his cock just nudging at her entrance.

“Say it! Or maybe I should leave? You said you didn’t want this,” Quistis said and made a motion as if she was going to get up.

“Wait! Ok, ok, I’m a slut,” Laguna said, feeling his face turn beet red in humiliation. He moaned in pleasure as she lowered herself onto his cock, her hands lightly playing over his chest as she began to ride him. She began to moan quietly, biting her lip in pleasure as she tossed her head back and began to move herself more rapidly up and down his cock. His hands slid over her back and then around to cup her breasts as she moved one hand to her clit. Laguna began to pump his hips upward despite himself as Quistis yelled in pleasure and came. The feeling of her tightening around him was too much and Laguna felt himself coming immediately after her.

Laguna was breathing hard as Quistis slid off him and onto the bed. She fumbled for a moment and pulled back the covers. She was snoring as soon as her head hit the pillow. Laguna looked around for his clothes and pulled them over himself before stumbling to the bathroom and falling into the shower.