By: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Disclaimer
All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©.
GAURDING
Setting: Before Crisis Coreish
Warnings and Genre:
Rating is Teen and my goodness, this one is pretty damn straight for me!
Random from cues that I asked for to get out of my writer's slump.
Summary:
Keywords used in this story: Rude, Palmer, nipple slip and spatula.
Squalid activities of Palmer in the Honey Bee Inn
The laughter coming from the room always made him want to grit his teeth and leave.
Rude could have sworn that it was a required trait to be on the executive board and to have an awful laugh. Between President Shinra, Scarlet, Heidegger and the large man behind the door, they all would give grating, painful-sounding laughs.
He hated the laugh and knowing what the man was doing behind the door was all the more reason to make him want to cringe. He was grateful for his glasses so people around him didn't notice how much it pained him to hear the man behave the way that he did.
"He's back, again. He was here Monday, ya."
He let his eyes wander over to a blonde Honey Bee girl that was talking to a redheaded Honey Bee. Both were in the traditional costumes of the Inn and he was admiring the beautiful, small tops that they wore.
Reno always complained that the stupid stingers hid their best asset – with an emphasis on the 'ass' part of the word, but he was a boob man and the costumes were showing off some very ample cleavage.
He was grateful for the sunglasses all the more that allowed him to admire the view without them even looking at him.
He was just part of the wall, being the Turk that was guarding the door of yet another executive of Shin-Ra that was using the recreational amusements of the Honey Bee Inn.
The redhead snorted and adjusted her yellow and black top. He paid close attention to the movement and was rewarded with a little flash of a rosy-looking nipple. He refrained from licking his lips and kept himself still as she started to talk. "I know, ya. He's one of the worst perverts out of that bunch."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Yah know, he used ta be quite a nice lookin' guy." The blonde pulled out a pack of smokes that were tucked away in the bottom tail part of her costume.
The redhead shook her head and reached up to adjust her antenna. "That fat fuck?"
"Palmer used ta have a great set of abs before he started ta drink," the blonde continued as she handed a smoke to her comrade. "Used ta be a great lay too, ya, until he got that belly."
The redhead pulled out a lighter and lit her own smoke and then the blonde's. "I heard that he likes lard in his tea and durin' other activities as well."
The blonde inhaled deeply on her cigarette. Rude could smell that there was more than just tobacco in it. "Don't I know it, ya," she said and tapped the ash onto the floor. "He applied butter with a spatula and then licked if off."
Both girls squealed and laughed. The girls started to talk about something else that had nothing to do with the man that was laughing in the room that Rude was guarding. They didn't give him a second glance as they walked by and adjusted their tops again, giving him another inadvertent show.
There were advantages to coming down to the Inn and guarding even the most arrogant of the executive.