Once
in the depths of the city, they found the cheap local aforementioned bar
and found a table amidst a cloud of smoke and noise.
"So what do you feel like?" he shouted to her.
"What?"
He leaned in closer, his face almost touching hers. "What can I get you?"
"It's on me!"
"No, I insist!"
"Fine, I'll have a gin shot. Nice and cheap." She winked and leaned back.
The noise had partially subsided and they could carry on a halfway normal
conversation at that point.
When the drinks had arrived, they fell into an awkward silence. It was
strange the way he shifted unnaturally in her presence.
"What's the matter, you allergic to alcohol?" she asked, observing his
strange demeanor.
"God no, then I'd have to kill myself!"
They both laughed; his deep, rich tone, and her light, crystal one.
"You wanna…go somewhere?" she proposed.
He nodded. "Where should we go?"
"My place, it's on a quiet piece of the upper plate."
He swallowed hard and, without a word, they traveled back to the upper
plate.
It
was a classy place for a classy lady. Mandy's penthouse was posh and so
tasteful. Despite it's rather small size, he felt at ease, except for the
fact that he was in her room and she was getting changed as he sat on the
bed, anticipating the near future's events.
"So, what have you been up to lately?" she asked casually.
His heart turned cold, realizing that, as a Turk, he could show no emotion
and give nothing way about the elusive- and twisted- work he was involved
in.
But when she came out wearing a lacy black slipdress (quite revealing),
he felt his stony exterior break and he melted under her touch. She gave
a small laugh- not nervous or apprehensive, just…teasing- and sat down
next to him.
She leaned forward gently and kissed him. It was like fire shot through
his veins and her soothing touch was needed further. He deepened the kiss,
longing for more, wanting it like a flowery drug.
"Reno…" she murmured, and the pleasurable shiver ran through his body once
more.
Low moans escaped his own throat, and after only minutes did he move and
slip a strap enticingly off her shoulder.
In turn, she tugged on his jacket as he sucked on her throat. Everything
was a whirl of passion as it intensified, up until Reno's last breaking
moment.
The tension was released after countless hours inside of her as he slid
once more under her embrace and fell into a dreamy deep sleep.
When
he awoke hours later, the river of sunlight was already gushing in. It
was intense- sort of like a mirror to the night before. He was afraid to
move, as if the image would shatter and he would drown in his own world
of darkness. That sunlight was the only hope he had at that moment.
Moving ever so slightly, he opened one eye and then other.
Mandy was nowhere to be seen.
Her clothes had been picked up from the night before, but his were still
scattered around the floor, untouched.
Aw man, wonder if she took my wallet. So much for the dream. He
pulled his boxers back on and searched through his pockets. His wallet,
watch, credit cards and cash were still there, untouched.
Wow, that's a bit of luck for me.
He went in search for her after sloppily pulling the rest of his clothes
on. She wasn't in the shower, she wasn't in the kitchen. The apartment
was too small for her to be any other logical place. Defeatedly, he sat
back down on the bed and held his head in his hands.
Gone…wonder where she went. My head doesn't hurt…didn't get drunk last
night. Not on alcohol anyways.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Oddly enough, the lazy grin
was on his face and he seemed to glow like he hadn't in a long while.
What has this girl done to me? Was it all just some heart-filled dream?
That's when he noticed the small slip of paper. A note that had been spritzed
with her sexy perfume.
Reno,
Thanks for a perfect night.
Don't forget I owe you $2.50.
Love,
Mandy
Aw man! His mind screamed.
Figures she has to be devastatingly beautiful *and* break my heart.
He stood and walked out of
her apartment, thoughts running. Simple drifts of memory from the night
before were enough to make him beam inside and out. Still, that was
pretty hot. I don't think anything like *her* will ever come my way again.
And now it's back to work in the black hell that is Shin'ra. He sighed
as he walked back along the bitterly cold streets. The warm air from the
night before had rapidly disappeared mysteriously. Only one thought remained
in Reno's clouded-pink memory.