The characters from the game belong to Capcom.
A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.
Early December 2005
Chris Redfield, a tall, muscular and handsome man, with the ruddy, bronzed face of a sportsman. Once he had been among the organization's best beaus, participated of cotillions and charity balls, popular with men and women, and with several generations of them. The war against the Bioterrorism was taking the years from him, but he still had a goal – to defeat Albert Wesker.
Chris Redfield was not introspective, but he perceived now that the wheel of his life had revolved again, bringing up forgotten, yet familiar, dreams and yearnings. Entering his apartment, he turned suddenly to a pile of disregarded invitations to see whether or not he had been bidden to a cocktail tonight.
At ten o'clock, he walked up the steps of the Club to a private dance with the same sense of entering a new world as when he had gone into a training camp back in '17. He spoke to a host of his generation and to her daughter, overwhelmingly of another, and sat down in a corner to acclimate himself. Throughout his dinner, which he ate alone at the Downtown Club, his eyes were half closed and on his face was a faint smile. He was practicing so that he would be able to laugh at himself painlessly, if necessary.
He was not alone long. A silly young man named Arthur Cowen, who worked at the tech department of the BSAA, remarked him kindly and came over to brighten his life. He was such an exceedingly young man that, for a moment, Chris was annoyed, but he perceived craftily that he might be of service.
"Hello Mr. Redfield. How are you, sir?"
"Fine, thanks."
"Quite a party, huh?" the young man spoke with excitement
"Yeah, it has its fun."
A waiter stepped by their table, both men got one glass of wine each one and cheered the night. However, during the small talks he had with the younger man, Chris's attention was directed to the dance floor where other operatives of the BSAA danced happily. A familiar silhouette was under his observations.
"Who's that girl who changes partners every minute?" Chris asked taking a sip of the wine, "the one in white passing by the door."
"Oh, that's Laureen Campbell. She works with me in the same department, sir."
Chris lifted one of his eyebrows remembering where he had seen the young woman that still looked in her early twenties, "She seems popular." He commented taking another sip of the wine
"She is – anyways, at a dance."
"Not popular except at dances?"
"Oh, well, she's popular in our department as well… and she has a lot of admiration for you, sir." The young coworker made an extra comment noticing the interest of his superior
Chris turned his face to the young man with an intrigued look.
"Oh, Randy!" the young man snapped as they spotted another young operative approaching the young woman.
They were a nice couple. Her beauty sparkled bright against his strong, tall form, and they floated hoveringly, delicately, like two people in a nice, amusing dream. They came near and Chris admired the faint dust of powder over her freshness, the guarded sweetness of her smile, the fragility of her body calculated by Nature to a millimeter to suggest a bud, yet guarantee a flower. Her innocent, passionate eyes were brown, perhaps; but almost violet in the silver light.
The young operatives greeted each other. They started to talk about random stuff after greeting their superior. Although the girl's loveliness interested Chris, he was unable to picture himself as one of the attentive, grateful queue that pursued her around the room. Better meet her when there would have no crowd around. Chris Redfield was old enough to wait.
New Years Eve Cocktail
They met on the outdoor library porch, which by now had become their temple, their holy ground. The other coworkers, God fearing and not, moved away on command, allowing them a measure of privacy. Initially, the break of the shyness was made by talking about some work subjects. The first talk, to get to know someone for the first time always seemed to be the same in any age, but the experiences just made someone to control the anxiety a bit better. However, it was evident the chemistry that Chris and Laureen had. It didn't take long for them to talk about casualties. They could hear the music playing at distance. Chris was the one to make the first step and invite Laureen for a dance, despite his hate for such thing. He would use every minute he could to be with her.
As they danced, Chris caught a glimpse of Randy and a couple of his friends standing on the edge of the porch's double doors. Chris ignored them, but knew the man felt threatened by him. Chris didn't want to get into the trenches with him, so he worked himself into a position where he whispered to her, "May I give you a ride home?"
Laureen smiled, "Sure."
"Won't be a trouble for you?"
"No trouble at all, sir."
"Don't call me sir, just Chris."
"Alright Chris, see you after the party." She said and walked away alone back to the dance floor
(**)
Soon, the party was over. Chris and Laureen walked into the parking lot across the street without caring about some of the coworkers looks at them.
Chris opened the passenger's door for her to get in.
"Thank you." She smiled amazed by his kind gesture
The ride took about 15 minutes and without taking notice, their talk was leading to another level.
"Home and safe." Chris spoke as he turned off the ignition
"Thank you very much, Chris. I had a great night!" the young brunette woman spoke with a large smile
"I had a great night too."
The young woman sighed a bit as she unbelted the seat belt, "I'd better go. Have a safe drive and see you at work." She turned her face to him with a friendly smile
"Thanks. You have a good weekend." He replied smiling back
"Good night Chris." The young woman replied leaning her face closer to his to give a goodbye kiss on his cheek, which on purpose she kissed the corner of his lips as well.
Chris Redfield was a 32 years old man, who surely had been in such game of seduction before and have been partially kissed on the lips wasn't a surprise for him, but it certainly made him think about the boldness of that 19 year old woman. It was a fact that both were interested in each other and the talks they had proved to flow good enough for him to want to get to know her better, even though he still preferred to hold his impulses and continue observing and studying the young attractive woman who surely was willing move forward if he made that move.
They didn't have anything serious despite the mutual attraction, but that didn't mean exclusivity. Chris was a reserved man about his relationships, especially at work, but that didn't mean he didn't have his sexual adventures out there. However, the youngest woman he had ever been laid so far was a woman who was 7 years younger than him, but that love affair had happened when he was 25 years old. Since then, he always had women who had proximate age with his. Laureen now was becoming the youngest woman he felt attracted.
The pair said their goodbyes. Chris watched Laureen enter in her house and only after that, he started the engine and headed to his apartment to think about his next moves with a coworker that was just 13 years younger than him. That was a new situation for him and he was willing to find out where that would end.
This story was supposed to be just a one shot, but I ended up writing more than I planned. This is not a regular story, since it's more of a compilation of scenes that create a base of story that will come in the future. This is all I can say for now.
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