My first Final Fantasy VII fic. Rated T for swearing. But ratings may change!
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the FF characters or places mentioned, but Lexie is all mine!
"It's so hard being an ex-Turk, Reno." A woman whined into her phone. "Well…that's not my problem now, is it, Lexie?" Reno said. "Reno Sinclair…you can be such an ass." Lexie responded harshly as she tightened her grip on her phone. "You know I love you babe." Reno said. Lexie snorted, her dark brown hair falling in front of her face. "You're my best friend, Reno. I love you like a brother." Lexie said, narrowing her navy blue eyes. "That's my girl--Lexie…" "I'm not your girl. Just a friend." Lexie snapped in an irritated tone as she hung up her phone. I'll go to Edge. I'd rather live there than in Kalm. She thought shaking her head and getting on top of a giant motorcycle.
Edge, a city built on the edge of Midgar, an old town falling to bits and pieces. Lexie remembered living in Midgar, on the Sector 3 Plate, a Turk, and also the body guard for the President, and his son, when he died. Edge reminded Lexie too much of Midgar, especially the stench of the metal. "Edge…I wonder if it will turn into another floating city?" Lexie asked herself as she strolled around town. Midgar was called "The Floating City" because of it's upper plate, which was about fifty feet above the ground. It was, to some people, the equivalent of Las Vegas, New York, San Francisco, and all of the other major cities because of its notoriousness. Lexie sighed heavily and stopped walking, her mostly leather outfit hugged her feminine curves, making all of the guys around her drool stupidly. "Seventh Heaven?" Lexie asked herself, rolling the name around on her tongue. She shook her head and walked into the building, which was a cozy little bar with dimly lit tables.
A bar. Reno would love this. Lexie thought with a smile as she sat down at a booth next to a window. She spaced out for a couple of minutes before someone's calm voice interrupted her thoughts. "Can I get you anything?" a woman asked, her hair almost as dark as Lexies' and dark brown eyes that were intense. Her outfit was leather too, her top was a cut off, and her bottoms were shorts with a cape thing on the back. Combat boots completed this woman's outfit. "Uh….Just a drink…Right now, I could care less what it was." Lexie said, getting defensive. "You got it. You new here?" the woman asked. Persistent, aren't we? Lexie thought before nodding. "Yeah." Lexie said, nodding. "I'm Tifa. Welcome to Edge." Tifa said before going behind the bar counter and preparing a drink.
Lexie didn't intend to spend the whole day at Tifa's bar, but she did anyway, she was so intrigued by Tifa that she felt compelled to stay. Tifa would always smile, no matter what happened. Lexie thought she was insane. "Tifa." Lexie said that afternoon. "Hm? What is it, Lexie?" Tifa said smiling. "Would you mind if I stayed here for the night?" Lexie asked. "I don't mind. Go ahead. There's a room in the back, it's got two beds. Go ahead and take one." Tifa said with a smile as she pointed out the directions. Lexie nodded and stretched. "You might as well work here, too. A lot of my usuals thought you were in training." Tifa commented as Lexie blushed furiously. "You are so funny!" Tifa squeaked as she laughed, starting on some dishes.
"Hey Tifa..." Lexie started slowly as she walked over to the bar counter after she set down her things. "Hm? What is it?" Tifa asked, stopping what she was doing. "This is a pretty big place to be living in all by yourself." Lexie said slowly. "I don't live here by myself! I live with a couple of old friends, and two children." Tifa said shaking her head. "Oh...where is everyone then?" Lexie wondered aloud. "Denzel and Marlene are probably outside, Barret is running errands and Cloud is doing his thing, running deliveries." Tifa listed. "They sound busy." Lexie said as she leaned against the bar counter. "What about you? Don't you have anyone?" Tifa asked.
Lexie paused before opening her mouth. "My parents...were almost never around when I was young, so I usually 'lived with' my best friend. When the stigma hit, both my mother and father died. At the time, I was engaged, and Zane, my fiancee, had the stigma. He died shortly after my parents." Lexie said with a sigh. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound pushy!" Tifa squealed. "It's alright. It was a long time ago. I...find it easier to talk about it then to keep it in, Tifa." Lexie said. "Maybe you should help Cloud with that." Tifa mumbled. Lexie acted like she didn't hear Tifa and rolled her neck around a couple of times, then checked the time. "I'm gonna hit the sack. I'll see you tomorrow, Tifa." Lexie said before going to the back of the bar and heading to her room. Lexie shut the door and locked it, then, without putting on sleepwear, she fell onto the bed and fell asleep, remembering Zane.