[Tifa is upstairs in the attic, taking a quick break while Heavenly Blanc is quiet, when she hears some shuffling coming from downstairs. She knows the sounds her bar makes, and glasses clinking while she isn't down there is certainly not one of them, so she immediately pushes herself up off the couch and sneaks down the stairs, tiptoeing the whole way down just in time to catch the top of Cole's head rummaging behind the bar.
From the landing of the stairs, Tifa folds her arms, and clears her throat loud enough for him to hear.]
You better not be going for the whiskey. [Her voice is sharper than normal, different from the usual softness she carries in it.] That stuff costs a fortune depending on the brand.
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From the landing of the stairs, Tifa folds her arms, and clears her throat loud enough for him to hear.]
You better not be going for the whiskey. [Her voice is sharper than normal, different from the usual softness she carries in it.] That stuff costs a fortune depending on the brand.