Well, a few things first, just from me. One, if you don't like the pairing JillxWesker, don't. Even. Bother. No, really. Second, NO FLAMING, PLEASE! D8 I got a flame on my very first story, and it totally put me off the whole thing and I really, really don't want that to happen again. Third, I really hope you enjoy this, because I stayed up 'till about 5:30 a.m writing this- and I get up for school at 6:00 a.m. So, please, enjoy this 8D
And another few things: well the backstory isn't really confusing. It's set before 'Resident Evil 0'. Umbrella is existent, of course, and Wesker is planning something, but none of it has been put into action. This is basically the last good days of the S.T.A.R.S team (try 'normal' days of the S.T.A.R.S team- if you could call this fanfic normal.) The team decides to pitch a new year's eve party, and the boys decide it's a good idea to put up signs around town annoucing it as a bit of a 'dance'- and they get a lot more company than they ever expected.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the following characters in these scenarios, this is for entertainment purposes only. (Hehe I sounded rather offical XD )
Well, Jill Valentine was a modest person when it came to her body in general- she didn't flaunt her features. So, when she finally accepted
Rebecca's 500-millionth suggestion that she go to the new year's eve party that the entire crew was having, it wasn't all that suprising what she
decided to wear. A loose-fitting brown turtleneck (Much too covered up, in Rebecca's opinion) and a some skinny jeans with a pair of buckle-
covered leather boots; no heels on them either. (Rebecca's suggestion: You know, Jill, you would look so much nicer in heels! You'd look awfully
nice, in fact I have a pair that are four inches, you could borrow them-" Jill's reaction: "-Thanks, Rebecca, but I won't look awfully nice when I'm
ungracefully falling into a snowbank.")
Oh, Rebecca. She couldn't understand just how much Jill just wanted to say home and watch reruns of Dawson's Creek armed with a bucket of
icecream and some tissues. Rebecca had somehow convinced Jill to let her do her hair, even though Jill had repeatedly told her that it was too
short to style. Rebecca spent the whole time chatting about their co-workers. How Chris's arms were unusually large, and how she found it so
attractive but didn't really know why (Ugh), how Jill needed to lay off of her work a bit, and how she needed to wear her heels more often (Double
ugh). Maybe wearing heels made Rebecca feel older, somehow? -I'll probably never know,- Jill thought.
Rebecca chatted particularly long about how Barry was obcessed with sandwiches. This one Jill agreed with Rebecca on, it was just weird.
Although Jill would have voiced her opinion on this, Rebecca was on a full-tilt rant, and wouldn't let her get a word in edgewise. There was a rumor
going around that he even kept a book full of sandwich pictures in his wallet (You know, the kind that grandmothers put pictures of their
grandkids in? Yeah. Weird.). As Rebecca was finishing up the second small braid she'd decided to put at Jill's hairline at the right side- (Quite
pretty, Jill had to admit) she found the topic of Albert Wesker, and chatted on about him almost twice as long as Barry and his sandwiches.
Jill and Rebecca had pursued the topic of him many times. Jill just wanted to know who he really was (He was so secretive, she just knew he had
to be hiding something), while Rebecca just loved talking about his body (Particularly his biceps, Jill was beginning to think Rebecca had an arm
fetish, she talked about everyone's so much). "He's so tall and handsome, I'd just love to know what he's hiding." Rebecca would quote
frequently. She had actually hacked the background files once just to see if she could get some information on him- there wasn't even a birthdate.
"Well, you're done!.. My gracious, Jill, you're pretty." Rebecca said as she looked at Jill's form in the mirror. "Thanks, so are you!" Jill commented,
smiling at her. She envied Rebecca in her confidence.
Rebecca smiled back as she took up the seemingly inexhaustible topic of their captain again. "I just want to know exactly who he is, so badly!" Jill
said as she turned around in front of the mirror. "Jill, I thought we'd agreed on his identity," Rebecca began, smirking at the raised eyebrows on
Jill's face. "He's Rambo/Chuck Norris in disguise, remember?" they looked at each other with tight lips for a few moments, before they both
covered their mouths and doubled over slightly, snorting with laughter.
I shall update soon! 8D
