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Tifa's Downward Spiral by cathedralvelvet “Hey, Tifa, can you come over here for a second? I just wanted to talk to you about something.” The voice belonged to the only patron left in the bar, a not-quite-regular that Tifa didn’t know by name but who she could still have picked out of a crowd. Or a lineup. With tanned skin and a heavily muscled body, she figured he probably worked at the Costa Del Sol shipyards, and only came to the bar when he was in Midgar for business. Tifa Lockhart struggled to contain a sigh. She spent a…

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…