18 Tifa's Downward Spiral by cathedralvelvet A month ago, Seventh Heaven would have been close to empty by this time of night. Mere minutes before closing time, all but the most thoroughly inebriated would have known to finish their drinks, pay what they needed to, and get out of Tifa’s hair. And for the few who were so muddled or belligerent that they couldn’t be talked into leaving, Tifa had been more than up to the task of throwing them out onto their asses. Even that had been rare, once her bar had become more established and her r…