Written by Beowulf-chan
Ramza, Beowulf, Orlandu, Cid Highwind, Izlude, Mustadio, Besrodio, Kain, Cecil, Barret, Edgar, Setzer, and Cloud were sitting around a table playing poker. Ramza sipped his high quality beer while Cid removed the big ass stogey from his lips. Beowulf coughed at the smell of the stogey but Besrodio removed the mug of beer from his lips and belched.
"Son, that's a man's move."
"Sit on your ass all day and make beer belches? Gee, I can hardly wait..." Mustadio rolled his eyes.
"Are you going to sit there on your lazy asses or are you going to lay your hand?" Edgar yelled across the table.
"Shut the hell up!" Cid yelled. "So, who seen the inside of the new bar?"
"It's a male strip bar, Cid." Cloud said, removing the cigarette from his lips. "You want to go?"
"Go to hell and stick your d*&^ in the light socket!"
"Now, now. No profanity." Cecil said, laying his hand down.
"What a shitty looking hand!" Kain smiled, he laid down his hand.
"That's even more shittier." Cloud said.
Everyone laid down their hands, which were crappy. Everyone but Mustadio...
"Come on, son. Lay your hand down..." Besrodio said.
'Yeah, what the hell's the matter, kid? Afraid to get laughed at?"
"No, it's not that. It's just that what does this mean?"
"A ROYAL FLUSH!!!????"Beowulf yelled.
Everyone looked at Mustadio as he smiled. He raked in the gil and put it in his pouch.
"Beginner's luck." Setzer said.
Edgar put down his stash of gil and the rest did the same. The hands were dealt and Besrodio sipped his beer again.
"You want me to drive home, dad?"
"No, I'll take care of myself thank you. One thing I know is how to drive when I'm drunk. You know your persective's @#$%^&, so got to let your hands work the controls as if you're straight."
Cid and Cloud look at each other.
"Don't let me catch him driving my baby when he's like that."
"Let me see your baby." Besrodio said. "What's her name?"
"The Highwind, spoohead."
"That's the shittiest name to give a kid." Besrodio said, hic-uping.
Cid gave him an evil eye.
Beowulf sipped his wine and slammed his hand down.
"Hit me."
*POW* Orlandu, drunk as hell, punched him. Edgar looked at his hand and smiled. He took out his X-ray goggles and smiled even more. He put the glasses away.
"Hit me."
Orlandu did the same thing but Edgar caught it and took the card on the top.
"Ah, Read it and weep."
"ANOTHER ROYAL FLUSH!?" Cid yelled.
The next hand, Mustadio threw down a pocket watch. Edgar picked it up and looked into it. The pocket watch had a picture of him and Besrodio in a family shot. In the picture, Mustadio was holding a purple teddy bear.
"Are you sure you want to throw this down?" Edgar said, seeing how hurt Mustadio was.
"Go right ahead."
Besrodio saw the pocket watch and picked it up. Mustadio picked up the five cards and looked at them. While the others talked, Besrodio looked at Mustadio with his blurry vision. The hand was won by Edgar again. he took up the pocket watch and looked as Mustadio walked out of the room. Edgar followed.
"What's wrong, kid?"
"Father is a jerk! He always acts this way in these kinds of games!"
"That's what you get for having a group of men, beer, and a deck of cards."
Edgar handed Mustadio the pocket watch, which Mustadio threw into the lake. He sat down next to the chimney and put his head in his arms. Edgar sat down next to him and remained silent.
"Why couldn't he be one of them dads who doesn't drink!?"
Mustadio said, between his sobs.
"I wish I could've said the same about mine. The damn bastard drank himself to death."
"But he was king!"
"Still doesn't give you the right to drink. Alcohol is a vice that is stuck there no matter how hard you try to pull it off."
Mustadio sobbed even more. Edgar's sympathy didn't help much.
"I'll leave you alone."
Edgar left as Mustadio looked at the starry night sky with tear filled eyes.