"Oh Connie, you're so beautiful. I think I'm in love with you!"
(We met ten minutes ago. Honestly, what I have to endure just because of SeeD...) Quistis thought bitterly to herself.
"Thanks, David, I ah... like you too..."
David gazed down at Quistis, adoration clearly shown in his eyes. He was around 17 years old, tall and lanky. At the Dance or Drop club, (where she, Seifer, and Zell were currently playing undercover detectives) David had shyly approached her, to ask for her name and a dance.
He grinned boyishly, lacing their fingers together. He tried to lead her in a slow dance, despite the loud pumping music around them. She had been accepting it with a patient smile, until he crushed her foot.
"Excuse me, David...I must go to the ladies' room."
"Please, allow me to escort you," David offered his arm in what he hoped was a charming manner.
(Dammit. No faction would ever let this kid be a member.)
"That's all right, this is really something a girl has to do by herself..." Quistis flirtatiously flipped her hair and batted her eyes, hating herself in the process. David looked disappointed, but got the picture.
"O-Oh...sure...nice meeting you Connie..." David hung his head and walked away slowly. Quistis felt a little bit bad for him, but that did not override the relief that he was gone. She sighed, and tried to push her way through the throng of dancers.
In the corner of her eye, Quistis thought she saw a tall blonde. Namely, Seifer. She decided to head in that direction.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"Oh, I'm so sor-Rinoa?"
"Quistis?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Squall, come over here!"
Squall soon came into Quistis' sight. He was holding two glasses of champagne high over his head, threading his way through couples, and muttering apologies when he couldn't completely evade them. Suddenly, Seifer came running up, slamming into Squall from behind. The champagne tipped and drenched Squall's hair.
"Ahh! You stupid son of a... Seifer...?"
"Hey, fancy seeing you two here. I'd love to chat, but I need Quistis."
"What are you two doing here?! You're supposed to be on a mission." Squall's face was stern.
"Are you two on a date?" Rinoa giggled.
"No!" Quistis blushed, while Seifer rolled his eyes.
"Can't explain now. Chicken-wuss found some whore who probably knows...what we're looking for. Come on." Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from Rinoa and Squall.
"What was that about...?" Squall pondered.
"I still think they were on a date," Rinoa shrugged. "Who cares, they can talk about it later. Let's dance."
"...Whatever."
*~*~*
"So, Elsa... those are my friends," Zell gestured to the approaching Quistis and Seifer. "See how eager they are to meet you?"
"The guy is cute," Elsa purred. To her, Quistis might as well have been invisible.
"That's Scott. He's uh, taken. Yeah."
"I think I can take care of that..." she smirked, and quickly ran her fingers through her short, brown hair. "Do I look gorgeous?"
(Oh please. That is pathetic.) Zell snorted to himself.
"Yeah. You look fine," Zell tried to make his voice sound convincing.
"Of course I do!" Elsa gave a high pitched giggle, and Zell clenched his fists.
(Won't kill...just think of the mission.)
As soon as Seifer and Quistis were in front of her, Elsa crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high. She smiled easily at Seifer, and batted her thick eyelashes as he grew increasingly uncomfortable. However, he refused to let it show, and smirked smugly at her.
"This is Scott and Connie. Guys, this is Elsa."
"Hi." Her greeting could have been directed to both of them, but her gaze was locked on Seifer. Quistis felt an unreasonable jealousy surge within her.
"Hey." Seifer replied, flatly. "C.W. You said this girl knows something?"
"Yeah," Zell replied. "She says she knows this-"
"I know a lot of things," Elsa interrupted, letting her tongue flick out and drag across her lower lip.
Seifer's arm snaked around Quistis' waist, pulling her to his side. Choosing to play along, she reached up with her right hand and gently scratched at Seifer's upper chest. Elsa sneered in disgust, and leaned far back in her chair with a sigh.
"Suppose you are taken. A pity. So what is it you want to know, handsome?"
"We're looking for some guys who are members of this secret club supporting Deling. Do you know anyone like that?"
"I do. But why do you want to know?"
"That's classified. Can you just tell me? Please?" Seifer pouted, knowing it would work.
"Oh, what girl could resist that face? I had sex with this guy, like, a month ago. His name was something-or-other Detrimal. He was drunk as a skunk, and kept talking on and on about some Deling secret society or whatever. I'm pretty sure he was in charge of it. He was a real weirdo, but a *great* lay," Elsa gushed.
"We'll keep that in mind," Quistis deadpanned.
"Where does this guy live?" Zell asked.
"Dunno."
"Didn't you go to his apartment?" Quistis asked.
"Nah..." Elsa waved her hand around in a flippant manner. "We did it in the back of his car."
(...How elegant.) Quistis thought to herself.
"Well, do you remember what his car looked like?" Seifer's voice sounded disgusted.
"Hmm...let me see. I remember it was an olive green color. Pretty old, a piece of crap really. The left headlight is broken. Sorry, but that's all I can remember."
"That's plenty. Thanks." The words were there, but Seifer's tone didn't sound very thankful.
"Hey, no problem sugar."
*~* Three Days Later *~*
Quistis had wanted to call Squall for the past few days, so she could explain that night at Dance or Drop and inform him of the progress on the mission. However, she couldn't get a hold of him, and eventually gave up trying.
It had taken them a little bit, but the three blondes finally hunted down the old, unreliable looking green car that Detrimal and Elsa had sex in. It was parked in front of a rundown apartment building.
Since Detrimal had appeared to have an appreciation for easy girls, Quistis was elected to approach the man.
Seated on the hood of the car, in as skimpy an outfit her dignity would allow, Quistis sent a death glare at Seifer and Zell, who were comfortably eating lunch at an outdoors restaurant, conveniently located across the street. The two men exchanged a look and comment too quiet for her to hear, but she had no trouble making out the loud laughs that followed. She gave an irritated huff, dangled her legs from the side of the car, waiting for Detrimal to come out and confront her.
(This could take hours...) she thought unhappily, staring at her knees. (I hope that Elsa girl wasn't just sending us on a wild goose chase. I'm sure she gets around well enough...it could be any guy that owns this car...)
"Excuse me, miss. I believe you're on my car." Quistis looked up to see a man in his mid twenties. He had long, sandy blonde hair, light brown eyes, a strong build. His face was unshaven; handsome, in a rugged way. Quistis quickly faked a delighted grin, and swiftly hopped off the car.
Seifer and Zell were watching intently from across the street. The plan had been for Quistis to hit on Detrimal until she was invited into his apartment. They would casually follow behind, and wait outside the door while she gathered as much information as possible. They were there to make sure Quistis didn't slip up, to rush inside, in case she seemed to be in trouble. If it came up, the three decided that Detrimal can be killed...but hopefully it would not come to that.
"Hi! Are you... Detrimal?" she tried to keep her voice low and seductive.
(I can't believe I'm doing this. Zell, Seifer... damn you.)
Across the street, Seifer wasn't surprised to see Detrimal look Quistis up and down approvingly. However, he felt himself fill with an unexpected anger, and dug his nails into his palms to control it.
"Eddie Detrimal...at your service." He sounded interested.
Seifer couldn't quite make out the rest of the conversation, but it didn't take long at all before Detrimal's arm was slung around Quistis' shoulders; leading her into the building.
At the entrance, Quistis turned halfway and waggled her index finger at Zell and Seifer, signaling for them to follow. The pair disappeared inside.
(Three minutes...not bad, Quistis. Wasn't sure you had it in you.)
Seifer's thoughts were disrupted as Zell lightly slapped him on the back.
"Let's go, man."
*~*~*
"So Connie, what's say you and me hop on that there bed and get to know each other a little better?"
"Hee hee, that's very tempting Eddie, but I want to talk a little bit first."
"...Talk?!"
"Yes, talk! Tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I really don't want to..."
"I won't have sex until you do..." Quistis sing-songed.
"Ugh. Well, I'm 25. Unemployed. I like girls...a lot..."
(What a productive life. I'm impressed.)
"Well, what do you do in your spare time?" Quistis asked, twirling a lock of hair. "Hee hee, besides having sex."
"Well, I'm the leader of this faction...you don't really want to know about that..."
"Yes, I do! Please tell me!" Quistis seemed a little too eager...
"Well, okay since you're so cute...but you can't tell anybody. It's a faction supporting Nathaniel Deling, Vinzer Deling's only son. He used to be in charge, but he was recently killed... now me and my men don't really know what to do. We meet every Thursday under the hotel...we were hoping to get him into power, but now...we don't know. Some people are fighting, because they want to take Nathaniel's place now...makes me wonder about who the murderer is..."
"Is your club really all men?"
"Yeah, except for one girl. She's new."
"What's her name?"
Detrimal was beginning to look suspicious.
"Connie, I'm starting to think you're not just here for sex. I've told you too much, sorry babe but I think I have to kill you now."
As he lunged at her, Quistis closed her eyes and cast Ultima. He hadn't been expecting it, and flew back; hitting the wall with a sickening crack. It seemed to be in slow motion as he slumped to the floor.
Quistis was checking his pulse as Seifer and Zell rushed into the room. It was faint, but there.
"You okay Quistis? Sorry it took so long but the door was locked..." Zell sounded out of breath.
"I'm fine."
"Doesn't look like old Detrimal is, though," Seifer whistled.
"He'll live, let's just leave him. I doubt that he'll remember this...he has quite a bump on the head. I did get some useful information..."
Quistis left the apartment, still talking. Seifer wasn't really paying attention and stared at the unconscious Detrimal.
(So she knocked him out in one hit. Damn. And I wanted to rescue the damsel in distress.)
A/N: That seemed kinda... bad... Oh well, I wrote most of this at 4 in the morning. What does everyone think?
(We met ten minutes ago. Honestly, what I have to endure just because of SeeD...) Quistis thought bitterly to herself.
"Thanks, David, I ah... like you too..."
David gazed down at Quistis, adoration clearly shown in his eyes. He was around 17 years old, tall and lanky. At the Dance or Drop club, (where she, Seifer, and Zell were currently playing undercover detectives) David had shyly approached her, to ask for her name and a dance.
He grinned boyishly, lacing their fingers together. He tried to lead her in a slow dance, despite the loud pumping music around them. She had been accepting it with a patient smile, until he crushed her foot.
"Excuse me, David...I must go to the ladies' room."
"Please, allow me to escort you," David offered his arm in what he hoped was a charming manner.
(Dammit. No faction would ever let this kid be a member.)
"That's all right, this is really something a girl has to do by herself..." Quistis flirtatiously flipped her hair and batted her eyes, hating herself in the process. David looked disappointed, but got the picture.
"O-Oh...sure...nice meeting you Connie..." David hung his head and walked away slowly. Quistis felt a little bit bad for him, but that did not override the relief that he was gone. She sighed, and tried to push her way through the throng of dancers.
In the corner of her eye, Quistis thought she saw a tall blonde. Namely, Seifer. She decided to head in that direction.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"Oh, I'm so sor-Rinoa?"
"Quistis?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Squall, come over here!"
Squall soon came into Quistis' sight. He was holding two glasses of champagne high over his head, threading his way through couples, and muttering apologies when he couldn't completely evade them. Suddenly, Seifer came running up, slamming into Squall from behind. The champagne tipped and drenched Squall's hair.
"Ahh! You stupid son of a... Seifer...?"
"Hey, fancy seeing you two here. I'd love to chat, but I need Quistis."
"What are you two doing here?! You're supposed to be on a mission." Squall's face was stern.
"Are you two on a date?" Rinoa giggled.
"No!" Quistis blushed, while Seifer rolled his eyes.
"Can't explain now. Chicken-wuss found some whore who probably knows...what we're looking for. Come on." Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from Rinoa and Squall.
"What was that about...?" Squall pondered.
"I still think they were on a date," Rinoa shrugged. "Who cares, they can talk about it later. Let's dance."
"...Whatever."
*~*~*
"So, Elsa... those are my friends," Zell gestured to the approaching Quistis and Seifer. "See how eager they are to meet you?"
"The guy is cute," Elsa purred. To her, Quistis might as well have been invisible.
"That's Scott. He's uh, taken. Yeah."
"I think I can take care of that..." she smirked, and quickly ran her fingers through her short, brown hair. "Do I look gorgeous?"
(Oh please. That is pathetic.) Zell snorted to himself.
"Yeah. You look fine," Zell tried to make his voice sound convincing.
"Of course I do!" Elsa gave a high pitched giggle, and Zell clenched his fists.
(Won't kill...just think of the mission.)
As soon as Seifer and Quistis were in front of her, Elsa crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high. She smiled easily at Seifer, and batted her thick eyelashes as he grew increasingly uncomfortable. However, he refused to let it show, and smirked smugly at her.
"This is Scott and Connie. Guys, this is Elsa."
"Hi." Her greeting could have been directed to both of them, but her gaze was locked on Seifer. Quistis felt an unreasonable jealousy surge within her.
"Hey." Seifer replied, flatly. "C.W. You said this girl knows something?"
"Yeah," Zell replied. "She says she knows this-"
"I know a lot of things," Elsa interrupted, letting her tongue flick out and drag across her lower lip.
Seifer's arm snaked around Quistis' waist, pulling her to his side. Choosing to play along, she reached up with her right hand and gently scratched at Seifer's upper chest. Elsa sneered in disgust, and leaned far back in her chair with a sigh.
"Suppose you are taken. A pity. So what is it you want to know, handsome?"
"We're looking for some guys who are members of this secret club supporting Deling. Do you know anyone like that?"
"I do. But why do you want to know?"
"That's classified. Can you just tell me? Please?" Seifer pouted, knowing it would work.
"Oh, what girl could resist that face? I had sex with this guy, like, a month ago. His name was something-or-other Detrimal. He was drunk as a skunk, and kept talking on and on about some Deling secret society or whatever. I'm pretty sure he was in charge of it. He was a real weirdo, but a *great* lay," Elsa gushed.
"We'll keep that in mind," Quistis deadpanned.
"Where does this guy live?" Zell asked.
"Dunno."
"Didn't you go to his apartment?" Quistis asked.
"Nah..." Elsa waved her hand around in a flippant manner. "We did it in the back of his car."
(...How elegant.) Quistis thought to herself.
"Well, do you remember what his car looked like?" Seifer's voice sounded disgusted.
"Hmm...let me see. I remember it was an olive green color. Pretty old, a piece of crap really. The left headlight is broken. Sorry, but that's all I can remember."
"That's plenty. Thanks." The words were there, but Seifer's tone didn't sound very thankful.
"Hey, no problem sugar."
*~* Three Days Later *~*
Quistis had wanted to call Squall for the past few days, so she could explain that night at Dance or Drop and inform him of the progress on the mission. However, she couldn't get a hold of him, and eventually gave up trying.
It had taken them a little bit, but the three blondes finally hunted down the old, unreliable looking green car that Detrimal and Elsa had sex in. It was parked in front of a rundown apartment building.
Since Detrimal had appeared to have an appreciation for easy girls, Quistis was elected to approach the man.
Seated on the hood of the car, in as skimpy an outfit her dignity would allow, Quistis sent a death glare at Seifer and Zell, who were comfortably eating lunch at an outdoors restaurant, conveniently located across the street. The two men exchanged a look and comment too quiet for her to hear, but she had no trouble making out the loud laughs that followed. She gave an irritated huff, dangled her legs from the side of the car, waiting for Detrimal to come out and confront her.
(This could take hours...) she thought unhappily, staring at her knees. (I hope that Elsa girl wasn't just sending us on a wild goose chase. I'm sure she gets around well enough...it could be any guy that owns this car...)
"Excuse me, miss. I believe you're on my car." Quistis looked up to see a man in his mid twenties. He had long, sandy blonde hair, light brown eyes, a strong build. His face was unshaven; handsome, in a rugged way. Quistis quickly faked a delighted grin, and swiftly hopped off the car.
Seifer and Zell were watching intently from across the street. The plan had been for Quistis to hit on Detrimal until she was invited into his apartment. They would casually follow behind, and wait outside the door while she gathered as much information as possible. They were there to make sure Quistis didn't slip up, to rush inside, in case she seemed to be in trouble. If it came up, the three decided that Detrimal can be killed...but hopefully it would not come to that.
"Hi! Are you... Detrimal?" she tried to keep her voice low and seductive.
(I can't believe I'm doing this. Zell, Seifer... damn you.)
Across the street, Seifer wasn't surprised to see Detrimal look Quistis up and down approvingly. However, he felt himself fill with an unexpected anger, and dug his nails into his palms to control it.
"Eddie Detrimal...at your service." He sounded interested.
Seifer couldn't quite make out the rest of the conversation, but it didn't take long at all before Detrimal's arm was slung around Quistis' shoulders; leading her into the building.
At the entrance, Quistis turned halfway and waggled her index finger at Zell and Seifer, signaling for them to follow. The pair disappeared inside.
(Three minutes...not bad, Quistis. Wasn't sure you had it in you.)
Seifer's thoughts were disrupted as Zell lightly slapped him on the back.
"Let's go, man."
*~*~*
"So Connie, what's say you and me hop on that there bed and get to know each other a little better?"
"Hee hee, that's very tempting Eddie, but I want to talk a little bit first."
"...Talk?!"
"Yes, talk! Tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I really don't want to..."
"I won't have sex until you do..." Quistis sing-songed.
"Ugh. Well, I'm 25. Unemployed. I like girls...a lot..."
(What a productive life. I'm impressed.)
"Well, what do you do in your spare time?" Quistis asked, twirling a lock of hair. "Hee hee, besides having sex."
"Well, I'm the leader of this faction...you don't really want to know about that..."
"Yes, I do! Please tell me!" Quistis seemed a little too eager...
"Well, okay since you're so cute...but you can't tell anybody. It's a faction supporting Nathaniel Deling, Vinzer Deling's only son. He used to be in charge, but he was recently killed... now me and my men don't really know what to do. We meet every Thursday under the hotel...we were hoping to get him into power, but now...we don't know. Some people are fighting, because they want to take Nathaniel's place now...makes me wonder about who the murderer is..."
"Is your club really all men?"
"Yeah, except for one girl. She's new."
"What's her name?"
Detrimal was beginning to look suspicious.
"Connie, I'm starting to think you're not just here for sex. I've told you too much, sorry babe but I think I have to kill you now."
As he lunged at her, Quistis closed her eyes and cast Ultima. He hadn't been expecting it, and flew back; hitting the wall with a sickening crack. It seemed to be in slow motion as he slumped to the floor.
Quistis was checking his pulse as Seifer and Zell rushed into the room. It was faint, but there.
"You okay Quistis? Sorry it took so long but the door was locked..." Zell sounded out of breath.
"I'm fine."
"Doesn't look like old Detrimal is, though," Seifer whistled.
"He'll live, let's just leave him. I doubt that he'll remember this...he has quite a bump on the head. I did get some useful information..."
Quistis left the apartment, still talking. Seifer wasn't really paying attention and stared at the unconscious Detrimal.
(So she knocked him out in one hit. Damn. And I wanted to rescue the damsel in distress.)
A/N: That seemed kinda... bad... Oh well, I wrote most of this at 4 in the morning. What does everyone think?