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deemoyzaTitle: "Roll to Me" (3,031 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe
Relationships: Rinoa Heartilly/Quistis Trepe
Summary: Rinoa surprises Quistis with a getaway to Deling City for her birthday, intent on showing her the kind of weekend she'd dreamed of having while growing up in Caraway's mansion--hip restaurants, cool clubs, and dancing until dawn. But when they get lost on the way to one of those clubs and end up at a roller disco, instead, Rinoa remembers that it's not the venue that makes an evening memorable, but who you share the evening with.
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They settled on a small sandwich shop and sat on a table outside, among students and families and the steady buzz of a city on a Saturday night, and chatted and laughed about nothing in particular. Quistis was right, Rinoa realized; just being together, away from the stress and demands of Garden, was refreshing and liberating. But this was a birthday trip, she reminded herself as she rose to throw away the sandwich wrappers and drink cups, and birthday trips required at least something out of the ordinary. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Rinoa slipped inside the sandwich shop and asked the man at the counter if she and Quistis had ended up anywhere near Indigo Fable. His expression made her stomach drop.
“You are way off,” he said, wiping down the counter. "It’s a few miles east of here, past the warehouses.“
So, she had picked the wrong direction, after all. She thanked him with a sad smile and turned to leave.
"There’s a place near here, though,” he offered, “that’s really popular on weekends. The Electric Wendigo, a couple blocks down. Take a left on Wilburn. You can’t miss it.”
Rinoa brightened. "That sounds great! Thank you.“
The man nodded and wished her good night.
"The Electric Wendigo.” Quistis said the name slowly, considering every syllable, as she and Rinoa walked away from the sandwich shop. "What kind of club is it?“
“I don’t know,” Rinoa answered breezily, peering at the street sign on the corner, “I didn’t ask. Oh come on, Quisty, be adventurous! We’ll pop in for a bit, and if either of us doesn’t like the atmosphere, we’ll leave.”
"Fair enough.”
“All right, Wilburn should be the next street up. Get ready to have some fun!”
If Quistis’ choked-back laugh was any indication, she’d begun having fun the moment they turned the corner and were confronted by large neon Wendigo on roller skates, awkwardly animated to appear as if it were skating, rising above a flashing sign boasting the establishment’s name. Rinoa blinked in the offensive glow, her jaw dropping.
“A roller disco?” she screeched. “This isn’t a club!”
“Its signage is audacious enough to suggest so.“ Quistis turned to her, brow furrowed. "If this isn’t a club, what is it?”
“What do you mean? It’s a roller disco. You know, a place where you skate to music, and…wait a minute. You’ve never seen one?”
Quistis gave her an exasperated look.
“Oh, of course not. But you do know how to skate, right?”
“No. Skating wasn’t exactly high on Garden’s list of necessary skills.“ Despite her terse response, Quistis eyed the roller rink with curiosity, tilting her head at the ridiculous sign and watching a group of teenagers stream out the doors, laughing.
"Well then,” Rinoa said, a smile creeping across her face, “maybe it’s time you learned.”
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences / No Warnings Apply
Characters: Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe
Relationships: Rinoa Heartilly/Quistis Trepe
Summary: Rinoa surprises Quistis with a getaway to Deling City for her birthday, intent on showing her the kind of weekend she'd dreamed of having while growing up in Caraway's mansion--hip restaurants, cool clubs, and dancing until dawn. But when they get lost on the way to one of those clubs and end up at a roller disco, instead, Rinoa remembers that it's not the venue that makes an evening memorable, but who you share the evening with.
Notes: Written for this year's
rarepairficexchange.They settled on a small sandwich shop and sat on a table outside, among students and families and the steady buzz of a city on a Saturday night, and chatted and laughed about nothing in particular. Quistis was right, Rinoa realized; just being together, away from the stress and demands of Garden, was refreshing and liberating. But this was a birthday trip, she reminded herself as she rose to throw away the sandwich wrappers and drink cups, and birthday trips required at least something out of the ordinary. With a quick glance over her shoulder, Rinoa slipped inside the sandwich shop and asked the man at the counter if she and Quistis had ended up anywhere near Indigo Fable. His expression made her stomach drop.
“You are way off,” he said, wiping down the counter. "It’s a few miles east of here, past the warehouses.“
So, she had picked the wrong direction, after all. She thanked him with a sad smile and turned to leave.
"There’s a place near here, though,” he offered, “that’s really popular on weekends. The Electric Wendigo, a couple blocks down. Take a left on Wilburn. You can’t miss it.”
Rinoa brightened. "That sounds great! Thank you.“
The man nodded and wished her good night.
"The Electric Wendigo.” Quistis said the name slowly, considering every syllable, as she and Rinoa walked away from the sandwich shop. "What kind of club is it?“
“I don’t know,” Rinoa answered breezily, peering at the street sign on the corner, “I didn’t ask. Oh come on, Quisty, be adventurous! We’ll pop in for a bit, and if either of us doesn’t like the atmosphere, we’ll leave.”
"Fair enough.”
“All right, Wilburn should be the next street up. Get ready to have some fun!”
If Quistis’ choked-back laugh was any indication, she’d begun having fun the moment they turned the corner and were confronted by large neon Wendigo on roller skates, awkwardly animated to appear as if it were skating, rising above a flashing sign boasting the establishment’s name. Rinoa blinked in the offensive glow, her jaw dropping.
“A roller disco?” she screeched. “This isn’t a club!”
“Its signage is audacious enough to suggest so.“ Quistis turned to her, brow furrowed. "If this isn’t a club, what is it?”
“What do you mean? It’s a roller disco. You know, a place where you skate to music, and…wait a minute. You’ve never seen one?”
Quistis gave her an exasperated look.
“Oh, of course not. But you do know how to skate, right?”
“No. Skating wasn’t exactly high on Garden’s list of necessary skills.“ Despite her terse response, Quistis eyed the roller rink with curiosity, tilting her head at the ridiculous sign and watching a group of teenagers stream out the doors, laughing.
"Well then,” Rinoa said, a smile creeping across her face, “maybe it’s time you learned.”
