Aerith, Tifa & Yuna

[Yuna Braska]

Ema sighed. The man was really hitting rock bottom at the moment. She felt slightly sorry for his troubles but seeing a prosecutor cry and moan like that cause her to cringe a little. Prosecutors were supposed to be strong willed, full of confidence and wit.

Apollo was getting a little scared sitting in the chair across from Mr. Gavin, he shied away his food and stared at his friend. He felt sorry for poor Maya, what was she suppose to do? If it was Apollo, he would be afraid to move at all.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"At least there's nothing to worry about there," Klavier reasoned, beginning to get a little bit of a grip on himself now that the worst of the angst seemed to have passed. "No more family to use and abuse me. Now it's just me, last of the Gavins."
He sat in silence for a moment, seemingly sobering very fast. He hadn't had anything to drink for a while now after all... Phoenix's stash had run dry. That being said... he was still pretty sodden.
He mumbled largely incoherently, and mostly in German for several moments, but words like "make it up to them", and "save the Gavin name" kept coming up in the rambling.

Trucy looked up from her dinner at her father. She remembered the first few weeks all those years ago... when he'd first lost his badge and first taken her in. He'd been much the same as Klavier was now, constantly buried in a beer and moping over the top of his glass. She didn't understand how drinking so much it made them sad did anything to help the sadness. He'd come good for a while, during his 'secret mission' phase, where he'd worked hard to uncover the truth of what happened. Then the depression seemed to hit again, just after Apollo brought everything to its triumphant conclusion. He hit the bottle hard, and though Trucy tried to stop him, he simply kept at it for several days without end.
That's when she'd finally put her foot down and demanded to know what was wrong. He'd proven his innocence, and restored his reputation as a clean attorney, but he'd stayed as he was, decrepit and pretty much unemployed. He'd admitted to her that there were several 'loose ends' he wished to at least find closure on, though he remained obscure about exactly what. She'd brought him Maya and Iris, hoping they'd help, and they at least made him quit the drinking, but she knew he wasn't happy.
It was like there was a major piece missing in her father's puzzle.
So she turned to Ema Skye for help, at the end of he rope. Ema and her father spoke often, and for long periods of time, but Trucy didn't know what they were doing.
She just hoped whatever it was might lift her father out of the depression he'd been in over the many years they'd lived together.

[The Painted Lady]

"Well, hey," Maya started optimistically, "you still have family."
"Nick, Pearly, Truce... Everyone. We're all family here."
"Sure, it's not blood, but it's just as strong," she said, concluding with a certain nod.

Phoenix gave a small, crooked grin over his drink as he overheard Maya.
"And just as dysfunctional," he added quietly with a chuckle.

[Yuna Braska]

'Thank God we are not really related... otherwise the courtroom will be a little more awkward,' Apollo thought to himself as he got up to put his plate away after he had finished.

Ema put her plate aside and fiddled with a lock of her hair.
"Dysfunctional is more interesting in my opinion."

[Tifa Lockhart]

That's when Trucy started to giggle, her father's comment setting her off. It had a chain reaction on the others in the room too, Pearl soon following Trucy into the laughter.

Klavier just looked completely baffled, obviously too intoxicated to have caught what Phoenix said.

"We're not dysfunctional, Daddy," Trucy insisted between laughter. "We just don't function the same way as everyone else."

[The Painted Lady]

"Oh, I stand corrected then," Phoenix said, leaning over to pull Trucy into a bear-hug, Iris laughing quietly into her hand.
"Not dysfunctional. Just criminally insane."

"I take offense to that!" Maya declared by Klavier on the couch.

"But Maya, you're the worst of the lot of us."

"Ooh, Nick! You're so mean to me!!"

[Yuna Braska]

Ema got up off her chair and brushed off her lab coat.
"Rightyo Glimmer boy, I think you have had enough fun for one day and should head home," she said to Klavier, walking over to the couch with her hands on her hips.
"You're gonna leave poor Mr Wright with nothing to eat and drink in the morning."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Klavier looked a little startled when Ema informed him she was taking him home, having been under the impression he'd be crawling home on his own.
"Never Fraulein! What do you take me for?" he slavered, flicking his fringe. "I plan on replacing all that I drank... I might even... uh... might even buy him better stuff."
He rattled off a few alcoholic beverages of German origin before turning to Maya again.
"Thankyou for your time this evening wunderhübsch fräulein, I am in your debt," he leaned in to place a kiss upon Maya's cheeks before swaggering to his feet.

[The Painted Lady]

At this, Maya blushed quite furiously, a very quiet 'you're welcome' somehow managing to come from her.

Phoenix gave a small roll of his eyes, but with a smile on his face, releasing Trucy.
"Shall I walk you to your car, Ema?"

[Yuna Braska]

Ema made sure the prosecutor didn't fall back on the couch before turning to Phoenix.
"I will be fine, It's just parked around the corner. Hopefully Mr Gavin can stay up on his feet till then?" she replied searching her small bag for her keys which were held together with a Steel Samurai keyring.
"Have a good night everyone," she casually waved.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I'm not THAT bad," Klavier grumbled, though it was clear most of his weight was on Ema. "Gute Nacht! " he called to everyone, waving to them all as Ema dragged him towards the door.

[The Painted Lady]

"Night Ema," Phoenix replied.
"I'll let you know about the call. And Gavin; don't give the woman any trouble. Otherwise you'll be nursing an even sorer head tomorrow."

"Good night Ms. Skye, Mr. Gavin," Iris called softly. "Drive safely."

[Yuna Braska]

Ema giggled.
"I hope you heard that," she said to Klavier as she walked him out the door and around the corner to her small pathetic excuse for a car. Ema disliked it, but she couldn't afford the one she really wanted. A four-wheel drive would be better suited for herself... and her job. Ema opened the passenger side door and wound down the window before standing aside to let Klavier in.
"You really shouldn't worry about your job," Ema said to him. "The men at the precinct still look up to you..."
'Well most of them...'

[Tifa Lockhart]

Klavier let Ema lead him to the car, and when she opened the door for him he clambered into the seat, sitting back with a groan.
"It is not the men at the precinct who call the shots however, fraulein. If the Chief Prosecutor thinks I'm a risk, he won't hesitate to let me go. Popularity doesn't make a good prosecutor, reliability does," he shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.
"I know one Detective who would not miss me."

Trucy yawned sleepily the moment Klavier was gone, rubbing at her eyes.
"I've got a big show tomorrow, so I'd better hit the sack," she said, turning to give everyone present a warm hug, the longest of course being given to Phoenix.
"Night everyone," she bid them.

[The Painted Lady]

"Night Truce," Phoenix smiled, hugging his daughter back warmly.
Maya was soon to leave after, Pearl and Apollo following her to leave Iris and Phoenix the only ones still up.

"Phoenix," Iris said after a long moment.
"Remember your promise to Ms. Skye..."