Wow. Right now, that man almost looks, happy. Look at him! Smiling like that! Oh, that's why! Here she comes...Rachael.
Hahaha. Rachael. Nice girl, I guess. Righ girl, I know. She looks nice, long hair pulled back into an elegant style I would have no chance of getting mine to do.. not that I would exactly want to. He's stopped smiling now, he looks like his usually stern self, no wait. He doesn't. Bloody hell! He's gazing at her... lovingly! Dear God, I never thought I'd see the day. Rude seems bored. He's still wearing his sunglasses, even to the wedding. Sleeping are we Rude? Oh, no. I've just seen him sigh.
"I'm bored." Muttered Rude.
"Just watch." I say, grinning. Is that a grin back Rude? Yes. I think it is. He's saying his vows now. Dear god Rufus get it over with. Rachael looks like a lovestruck poodle. Yes, very attractive. Pull that face on your honeymoon, love. It might get him to dump you...
What the! Did I just think that? No no. I'm happy that they are together..even though there's this jealousy pitted in my stomach... perfectly fine.
Oh.
Here comes the kiss. Lucky, lucky bitch. Hahaha. I'm not fine. How odd, being jealous of my boss getting married. That's a perfect relationship right there, not. Oh, it seems everyone is moving. Moving where? Oh. I know, the after party. Where everyone get's their share of the bargain after watching a priest and two love birds for half an hour. Yeah.
This is fun, sitting in the car, still guarding the president, and glaring at the many camera's outside trying to get a picture for tomorows newspaper. Rude's driving now. I suppose just married will be on the back of this car. Hahaha. I look at Rufus, he has his arm round Rachael, stroking her hair. Stroking her hair! Kill me now! Oh, oh oh oh. He's looking at me now.. those god damn sexy eyes...
"Are you thinking, Reno?" No. I am not thinking you bastard.
"Just tired from the lack of sleep last night, working late." I drawl. He raises his eyebrow at me. Oh, not with the stare Rufus, dear god.
"Get some coffee." He comments, smirking and joining in with a chuckle at the now manically giggling Rachael. Oh please. Shut the fuck up. I glare out of the window. Rufus Shinra seems oddly happy today, although still making those bloody remarks.
Those witty remarks.. that I can easily shoot back, line to line...
"Reno, are you going to stay in that car all day? I do need my bodyguard." Says Rufus sarcastically. I glance at him, looking in through the open door, Rachael pinned to his arm.
"No." I scowl, scooting out and following Rufus into his god damn huge mansion. Oh. Alot more people are here than at the wedding. Very important looking people, who greet Rufus and Rachael like a distant relative who they have never met, but still. Very important looking. "Sir. May I leave you to walk around your house alone?" I ask, looking at Rude walking in from outside.
"Very well." Sighed Rufus. I grin at him, which earns me a pair of narrowed eyes and walk off of to find Rude near an empty bar.
"Hey, partner."
"Hey." He says, handing me a glass full of punch. "I hate weddings." He grumbles, chugging back the punch.
"Me too. What the-Rude! this is friggin punch!" I say, slamming the glass down on the bar and rooting through Rufus cabinet. Oooh. Is this what I looking for, ahah. Yes it is.
"You need some whisky in you, mate." I say, not bothering to get a glass and drinking out of the bottle. Rude raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.
"I do have to drive you back, you know. You'll probably be passed out by then." I laugh.
"Awww. I'll make sure I'm not that bad." I grin, and Rude's mouth twitches.
"Yeah. You better. I'm gonna go find Tseng, apparently he has some sandwhiches on a tray somewhere" I watch Rude walk off, ignoring the fact that I had just learnt that Tseng was carrying finger sandwhiches somewhere in this house, and take another gulp of whisky.
"Is that my whisky, Reno?" Huh. Oh. He's there, standing behind me, blue eyes fixed intenly on me, leaning agaisnt the bar like a sexy... panther, or something.
"Maybe." I say, taking another gulp, before almost choking when I see Rufus' face centimetres from mine after lowering the bottle.
"I think it is." He says, raising his eyebrow and slowly taking the bottle from my hand. Yeah, thanks for taking my comfort away, idiot. He places the bottle back in the cabinet and turns back around to face me. "I don't want you drunk, Reno." I roll my eyes at him.
"I won't get drunk, sir."
"Oh, you will Reno, Now stick to the punch, and even at that, leave it to a couple of glasses." I scowl at him, making his lips twitch, those sexy, soft lips.. "Now." He says, straightening his white suit. Yes, still white. "I'm going to try and find Tseng, he made sandwhiches.." I can't help an hysterical laugh bursting from my lips, causing Rufus to look around and frown at me, before walking away to another room. Hahaha. Made! He made the sandwhiches! Hahahah!!!. I wipe my eyes, shaking my head and still laughing silently to myself, while noticing a certain women staring at me.
"Bloody hell Tifa! Scaring me like that!" I say, jumping, almost a little too dramatically. She smiles, swaying her head slightly, and takes a sip from her punch glass.
"I'm just saying hi." She says sweetly. Aww. Bless her.
"Well hi babe." I say, grinning at her. She grins back, before frowning. "Have you seen Marlene and Denzel anywhere? I swear I saw them somewhere.. they seem to have dissapeard..." Oh. Dear fucking God. Please tell me that there is not two children splashing around in the punch bowl. I grimace, pointing in their direction.
"Oh dear god!" Said Tifa, screaming in my ear, half deafening me, and running over like a mad women to the two children. I laugh again, watching her drag them away, their white shirts pink with punch and then dissapear from sight. A spot of white cathces my eye. There he is again, finger sandwhiches in his hand and talking to a man like he is in a very important meeting. You are not in a meeting Rufus, you bastard. He walks away from the man, and frowns at the now almost empty punch bowl, before looking over to me, and smirking. Okay Rufus. What, just what are you doing. Standing across the room from me, smirking. Dear God.
"What?" I say, raisng my hands just to make sure he got the picture. He cocks his head to the side, swinting at me, before stuffing a sandwhiches in his mouth. Oh dear. he really is love stricken, he just stuffed it into his mouth. Oh, walking over now, are we?
"Why are you stood here by yourself, Reno?" He asks, stopping infront of me.
"I'm observing."
"Oh really."
"Yes, really. Observing. I am guarding you, yo." Rufus chuckled. That laugh.. aaah. So bloody sexy.
"Well your doing a good job, although you seemed to miss the first few minutes of two children destroying my punch bowl."
Tifa's fault." I say, quickly, grabbing the spare sandwhiches from Rufus hand and eating it. "Yum." I say. He smirks.
"I was about to eat that."
"Too bad."
"That's your paycheck halfed."
"What!" I yelp, spluttering on the sandwhich. "For a bloody sandwhich.. Rufus..Sir.. That is not fair! Bloody hell!" Rufus laughs.
"I'm only joking, Reno." He says, watching me swallow the rest of the sandwhich.
"Oh. Right." Haha. Yeah, that was hillarious Rufus. "Where's Rachael?" I ask, licking my fingers. Huh. His eyes are watching me lick my fingers...he looks, almost, if I didn't know better. Turned On. what the hell?
"With her parents." Replied Rufus, walking over to his drink cabinet and taking two glasses out and filling them with a rich, red wine. "She wants some quality time with them." He says, sipping from his glass and handing one to Reno.
"Hey, boss. I thought you didn't want me to get drunk, yo."
"One glass won't hurt." He smirked. Alright! Good one Rufus! I pratically down the glass in one gulp and he sighs.
"I'm going to have to teach you manners one day." He says, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the bar counter. I grin.
"Woulnd't get very far." He smiles, walking over the kitchen. Oh, I guess I have to follow him, do I? He looks at me walk in, leaning on the countertop, sipping wine. "Why come in here, sir?"
"I wanted some peace and quiet, although I won't get any with you here." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Haha." I say, sarcastically.
"Reno." I look at him. He's placed his glass down, and has come close to me. Practically a fucking centimetre apart. "Are you happy that I am married?" What.
What kind of a question was that. Bloody hell, he's so close, practically cornering me, not that I mind, but hell...
"Yes." I lie. "You wont be so moody, now that your in love." I say, smirking at him. He smiles.
"I suppose." His blues eyes look at me, a strand of blonde hair falling into his face...
And yes, my hands goes and puts it back into place.
All by it's self.
Rufus sighs. Lightly brushing his hand through my own hair. Bloody hell it feels nice. I shiver as his hand reaches my back and he chuckles. Stopping right in the small of my back, and putting a small ammount of pressuer there.. Damn.
"Bloody hell!" I yelp, jumping forward and crashing straight into him, grabbing onto his jacket. he laughs again, putting his hands over my hands and lightly taking them away from him. His hands.. are so warm. He smiles, still holding both my hands, and placing them behind my back, stepping closer to me.
"Are you still. Guarding me, Reno?" He whispers, his mouth a breath away from my ear. I shudder.
"Do you wan't me to?" I ask, my voice cracking, feeling his hands leave mind and place themselves on my hips.
"Maybe." He says. Those bloody fucking lips. I kiss him. Wrapping my arms aroung his back and feelings his soft lips agaisnt mine. He traces one hand up my spine, and tangles it in my hair, the kiss getting more intense. And then it stops, yeah, thanks for leaving it at that Rufus.
Oh goddy god. Rufus steps away from me, and smirks.
"Good bodyguard." He says, smoothing his suit down and adjusting my collar. "I'm going to get some more sandwhiches." He walks out the kitchen, leaving me standing there like a lovestruck poodle.
This is one hell of an after party.