[It's been some time since they had seen each other. After the way their "date" ended—a success in many ways mind you, they were able to draw out Eustace's stalker and have her taken in by authorities with sufficient proof—Tifa has been keeping herself busy. The night itself ended on an awkward note, and even two weeks later, she's still having troubles facing him directly. That isn't to say she can't do it at all, but tonight, as they walk into the strip club, she's all business.
With few words exchanged besides their plan to get these Celliwig knights out, Tifa leads the way in. She's immediately greeted by loud music with a bass so strong that she can feel the floors and walls shaking around them, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and musty perfume, and the combination of it all wrinkles her nose. It reminds her a little of Don Corneo's place, or parts of Wall Market in general—not that she had the opportunity to visit a lot of the back streets, but this is exactly what she imagines a strip club in Wall Market would look like.
Peering back over her shoulder at Eustace, she looks neither comfortable nor uncomfortable... Just very out of her element, even if she does look the part with her dress and high heels that could stab someone's eye out. It puts her even further out of her element, if anything. Sneakers are much more practical. It's too dim that the many, many people that are already here don't even pay them a second thought, which is probably a good thing, but she realizes now that she could have simply worn her usual get-up and probably gotten away with it.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
She'd shout if it weren't for the need for subtlety, so she turns and leans close to Eustace, beckoning for him to bring himself low enough that she can speak into his ear.]
We should grab a drink. Make ourselves fit in while we scope out the place, yeah?
they savin some hot knights 👀
With few words exchanged besides their plan to get these Celliwig knights out, Tifa leads the way in. She's immediately greeted by loud music with a bass so strong that she can feel the floors and walls shaking around them, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and musty perfume, and the combination of it all wrinkles her nose. It reminds her a little of Don Corneo's place, or parts of Wall Market in general—not that she had the opportunity to visit a lot of the back streets, but this is exactly what she imagines a strip club in Wall Market would look like.
Peering back over her shoulder at Eustace, she looks neither comfortable nor uncomfortable... Just very out of her element, even if she does look the part with her dress and high heels that could stab someone's eye out. It puts her even further out of her element, if anything. Sneakers are much more practical. It's too dim that the many, many people that are already here don't even pay them a second thought, which is probably a good thing, but she realizes now that she could have simply worn her usual get-up and probably gotten away with it.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
She'd shout if it weren't for the need for subtlety, so she turns and leans close to Eustace, beckoning for him to bring himself low enough that she can speak into his ear.]
We should grab a drink. Make ourselves fit in while we scope out the place, yeah?