Selphie is Irvine's rollercoaster. After the game's events.
In battle she was the fastest of all of them, even Zell; jabbing and punching with her nunchucks instead of her fists. She tossed Curagas and defeated monsters in the same breath, and smiled the whole time; her smile was mean when she was fighting.
In bed, well... she was inexperienced, but not naive; and while she wasn't the best lover he'd ever had, she was the most enthusiastic. She was the only girl he'd met who had gone from virgin to expert in less than a week.
The ride was fast, and it was exhilarating, and then it was over.
"Irvine," she said one night. They were lying on the grass, stargazing, her draped over his chest. "We need to talk."
He chuckled. "You get that line from one of Rin's magazines?"
"No!" She paused. "From Rinoa."
Irvine shook his head. "It's okay. There's enough drama right now, we don't need to add to it, right?"
"I thought you'd be upset."
She sat up and smiled at him. "Nope! I'm glad. I didn't want to make you feel bad." She giggled. "Rinoa said there would be yelling."
Irvine sat up with her. "When you start with something stupid like 'we need to talk', there usually is." He nodded towards Garden. "You wanna go back?"
"Nah," Selphie said. "It's pretty tonight."