Hey there! Okay, for the disclaimer it's on my profile and this is in an alternate universe (hence the 'AU' in the summary, but it would be easy to tell that this is an AU from the summary...but I digress)...enjoy!
"I won't be type cast."
"Vincent be reasonable-
"I won't be type cast, Lauren." said Vincent, taking another sip from his glass of vintage red wine, he glared at his agent meaningfully and threw a script across the glass desk towards her.
Lauren Woods, agent and manager to the most famous actor in this century; Vincent Valentine: handsome, dangerous, unpredictable and at this moment the most stubborn man she ever had to deal with in the last fifteen minutes. She picked up the discarded script and sighed, raking a hand through her thick blond hair; she counted to ten in her head.
"Vincent, you do know that Lee Marcus is directing this right?"
"Oh really?" Vincent then raised his eyebrows as if he was interested
"Yes, he is, he won best director last year at the Oscars." said an enthusiastic Lauren
He then stood up from his desk, and walked over to her with a hand out expectantly. She then handed the script over and before she could continue persuading him, he suddenly ripped the script in two, as too how he could rip apart a one inch thick script, was beyond her, but at that moment it was the last straw to the already stressful morning that she had.
"VINCENT! THAT WAS THE ONLY COPY THAT WE GOT!"
"Lauren, I'm tired of this…" At the sound of Vincent's low voice she calmed down and wearily sat down in a nearby chair.
"Look, Vince, its not like you don't get enough offers and scripts, the only problem for me is that you have to actually agree to do the movie."
"No, that's not it…I'm tired of all this." He then raised his hands as if indicating the lush mountain-view penthouse that he called home.
"What do you mean 'this'? It's more than anything that anyone can ask for, your famous and rich-
"No, I get chased by the Paparazzi; tabloids write about me every other week saying that I'm engaged to that punk rocker Yuffie Kisaragi, I want a real life."
"Oh, not this again…look I'll come back later when your feeling better, I'll get Seph and Reno to come over…" She then collected her bag and took out her cell, while walking to the door, she flipped open the phone and pressed speed dial number one.
He then raced after her just as she reached the elevator doors, "I'm serious, Lauren!"
"You're serious?! The Vincent Valentine is serious? You were serious when you agreed to go to that gala and then last minute you decide that it's not worth it! Look, I don't have time for this drama; call me when you decide to actually get serious about something." She then stepped into the open elevator and angrily pushed the garage floor button.
When the doors of the elevator closed, Vincent suddenly punched the wall next to the fire alarm in frustration, "Fuck!"
"Whoa, dude you need to chill."
Vincent then turned around at the sound of a familiar voice, "Reno…when did you get here?"
The red head smirked and crossed his arms, "As usual I have my ways."
"You do know that my roof is not a helipad right?"
"Man, why do you always ruin my fun!"
"You're an idiot that's why." said Sephiroth as he came out of the elevator, he then glanced at Vincent and gave an imperceptible nod towards Reno, "Vincent, you need a drink."
Ever since high school, the three were inseparable, even now they still managed to keep in touch every so often. Even though he didn't look it, Reno, the ever flirt and trouble maker taught at the local military piloting school. While Sephiroth battled it out in the courts with his tailored designer suits and calm, cool intellect. With his good looks, mysteriousness and an ability to make even the most boring plays and scripts great, Vincent was a natural actor.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere, with hot chicks and booze." said Reno as he looked back at Vincent from the passenger seat of Sephiroth's black Beamer.
Vincent then sighed and slumped back into his seat and watched as stores and restaurants flashed by, "So, what's new?"
"I got one hellava, a bitchin' from Highwind, he was all 'yer beer shouldn't be on my fleets, blah blah blah…'"
"You know that he can fire you and even get your piloting license removed for good." said Sephiroth as he made a left turn
"What got your hair in a knot man?" said Reno as he flicked Sephiroth's bangs
"Shit, Reno! I'm driving here!" He then stepped on the breaks just in time as a little old lady crossed the street; said old lady whacked her hand bag on the hood of his car and cursed as colourfully as an old sailor.
"Sorry!" called out Reno as they drove away from the old lady who was picking up the items she dropped from her bag.
"I had one hell of case, my client Mr. Shintz, wouldn't settle for the 200 million that his ex was already willing to give him, because he wanted the dog, Lulu."
"200 mill. Or a dog, man you got clients that have shit for brains. Hey, Vince what's with you, you haven't said a thing." Reno then pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it, but decided not to when he felt more than noticed the icy glare he was getting from a certain silver haired, green eyed, lawyer.
Sephiroth then looked back at the rearview mirror at Vincent who was slumped by the window, looking like a brooding vampire with the way that his hair fell into his crimson eyes. "Hey Count Dracula, we're here."
Getting out of the Beamer, Vincent glanced at the high class club/bar that stood in front of him, before putting on a pair of sunglasses that he brought along just in case the Press was around. As the three of them approached the doors, a dark skinned man with shades and multiple piercings on both ears stopped them, "Name?"
"Rude! Man, long time no see!" Reno then clamped a hand on his shoulder as his other hand was grasped in a loose hand shake. Reno then pulled away and smiled a genuine Reno smile, "How you doin' man?"
"Fine, you?"
"I'm good, hey let's get together sometime, give me a call, 'kay?" Rude then nodded, and allowed them to pass, ignoring the complaints of a group of teenagers that looked like they had too much to drink.
As Vincent passed a group of teenaged girls wearing too much make up and too little clothes, he heard them whisper to each other, "Hey isn't that Vincent Valentine? Oh my god it is!"
Glad that the club didn't allow for fan crazed teenaged girls to enter, Vincent sighed a breath of relief, he then approached the table that Reno had chosen. Over hearing the conversation going on at the table next to them, he smirked as he noted some of the comments being made about men in general.
"Tifa, all men aren't like that!"
"C'mon Aeris, name one man that doesn't think with their dick or their stomach."
"Well, what about Zack Fair?" said Aeris with a dreamy look
"Aeris, you only said his name because you're engaged to him!" Tifa then took a sip of her cocktail and turned to Elena who came back from the bar with two drinks.
"What did I miss?" Asked the perky blond
"Oh, Tifa was just going on about how all men think with only their dicks and stomachs" said Aeris offhandedly
"That's not true, Tseng isn't like that!" said Elena with a slight twinge of red on her cheeks.
"Admit it Elena, you have a thing for that serious man, but he's probably not going to notice you, he's a total workaholic."
"Fine, I do. Okay how about Vincent Valentine, he's one hot actor."
"He's an actor, he could totally sweep you off your feet and the next day he wouldn't even give a damn when you wake up in the morning without your clothes and he'd kick you out. Heck he could even charm an old lady off all her money and get away with it."
"Excuse me, but you shouldn't judge a man by what the tabloids say." said Vincent as he turned around and looked Tifa in the eye.
"And what gives you authority to butt into our conversation?" said Tifa challengingly
"Curiosity." Said Vincent with a raised eyebrow and a smirk
"You do know that curiosity killed the cat."
"Ah, but satisfaction brought it back." Vincent then pulled out a chair from their table and took a seat.
Tifa then crossed her arms and eyed him suspiciously, "So, Mr. Satisfaction, why don't you take your shades off?"
"Tifa!"
"No no, it's alright." Vincent then slowly pulled his designer shades off and neatly tucked them into a breast pocket on his silk crimson dress shirt, looking up at the three women sitting there with their mouths open, he gave a small chuckle and cleared his throat.
"You're...Vincent Valentine…" said a shocked Elena
"Hey Vince! Whoa, and who might you three lovely ladies be?" Reno then came over to Vincent and whispered: "Score! Man, you got to introduce me!"
"Reno, down boy. Sorry for my friend, he's an ass." said Sephiroth as he approached with three drinks.
Aeris and Elena giggled at Reno as he tried to punch the silver haired lawyer and successfully landed on his rear end as a result, while Tifa openly glared at Vincent for interrupting her girl's night out.
While Aeris and Elena got acquainted with Sephiroth and Reno at their original table, a momentary hostile silence surrounded Tifa and Vincent as they continued with their staring contest. Feeling the need to break the ice, Vincent suddenly said without breaking eye contact: "What do you have against men?"
"I have nothing against men, just particular men who chose to pursue a career in acting." said an icy Tifa
"A particular man, I'm assuming, someone who took you for granted, someone who gave you everything and nothing..." Tifa's eyes suddenly looked pained and she tore her gaze away from him.
"That's none of your business! If you'll excuse me." She then picked up her bag and headed towards the ladies room, leaving Vincent alone at the table.
"Thanks so much Sephiroth!"
"Call, me Seph, and if you have any other marriage license issues just call, alright Aeris?" said Sephiroth with a smile and a wave as he, Reno and Vincent headed towards his Beamer.
"Yo, 'Lena let's get together again, 'kay?" Reno then made a phone gesture with his hand and slid over the hood of Seph's Beamer and opened the back seat door.
As they pulled out of the lot, Vincent watched in the side rear view mirror as Aeris and Elena waved goodbye while Tifa watched her two best friends with a hint of a smile.
"Vince! How'd you do? Man you got a hot one, what's her name?"
"I don't know, she never told me."
"Dude, if you wanted her, you should have put the moves on her, did you at least get her number?"
"No."
"Man, if I was with her, she'd be in my arms right-
"Reno?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." said Vincent and Sephiroth together.
Hehe, yeah I just love these three characters, and yes it's pretty obvious that I'm going to be using Reno for the 'fall' guy...anyways this fic is a pretty big departure to what I have previously written, language wise, rating wise, writing style...anyways what do you think?
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