Score for Redfield
'SOOOO….Latino love boy, how come you didn't work that ole charm last night?' asked Chris, greeting Carlos with a clap on the back. Carlos looked slightly embarrassed, which was a rare sight.
'Believe it or not, dude, I have somewhat matured past that 'sowing more seeds than Farmer Giles' stage' answered Carlos, sheepishly. Leon came sauntering up and caught the tail end of the conversation.
'Farmer Giles? Is he Carlos's latest conquest?' joked Leon, quizzically raising a blonde eyebrow.
'Yep, seems so. Carlos here has done the entire female population of Robertsville, and has had to move onto men' chuckled Chris. Carlos, eternally good-natured rose to the occasion.
'We all know Leon has a fetish about cross-dressing, but for me, has to be a farmer. He keeps sowing the seeds ALL NIGHT LONG…!' cracked Carlos, punctuating the end of his sentence with a hip swing.
'Enough of the sex talk; it was bad enough with Claire's open sexual revelations last night. Let's go' said Chris, gesturing towards the building. The others turned and followed him in.
The guys had a weekly ritual of swimming at the pool on 53rd Street, then heading to the Hard Rock Café for lunch. The trio were somewhat drained from last night's excess, and could only manage a few sluggish lengths.
'Blueerrghhhh' groaned Leon, submerging at the deep end of the pool, after swimming a meandering length consisting of fractured front crawl.
'Lovely' commented Chris, looking at Leon wide-open mouth, his hair slicked down by the water. 'Where's the Amigo?'
Leon pointed, and Chris saw Carlos a little further down the pool, trying to execute a swallow dive. They both winced at the vicious sounding SLAP that followed after Carlos's plunge.
'That's guna sting' gurgled Leon, head partially submerged.
'I'll say' answered Chris vaguely, watching Carlos swim over.
'Let's bust this joint, I'm hankering for a grilled cheese sandwich and a latte' said Carlos, brown hair covering over one eye. The two other nodded an affirmative and they hauled themselves out of the pool and headed to the changing room.
15 minutes later, they all piled into Chris's convertible and headed to the Hard Rock Café. A group of girls from a street corner waved and twittered. Leon and Carlos returned the waves, whereas Chris ducked his head down and covered his indifference by shoving a CD into the player.
The sounds of N*SYNC came blaring out, and he hurriedly put in a Red Hot Chili Pepper album, 'By The Way'.
'What's with the N*SYNC stuff?' shouted Leon, over the blare of music.
'Jill's selection' answered Chris, taking a right, and pulling into the car park. Chris parked precisely, as he was driving Jill's Mercedes and they all piled out.
'You guys sharing CDs….imagine what it's going to be like when your married' mused Leon, as they headed up to the entrance.
'Different, definitely different. But hey, we'll manage, we've been living together for a while now' replied Chris, as they were waiting to be seated.
'How did Jill get used to your …habits?' questioned Carlos carefully, looking bemused. Chris cocked up an eyebrow.
'What habits? Except from compulsory visits to the Rockerfella Centre's skate park in Manhattan every summer and the occasionally lazy day, it's been okay. What about you, Leon how has Claire gotten used to your 'habits'?'
'Fine. As long as I don't cross dress, chain smoke and sylph around stark naked when she's about, things run smoothly' answered Leon, grinning. Carlos laughed and poked Leon.
'Sylphing around stark naked? That's the kinda thing I thought Claire would encourage' quipped Carlos. Leon chuckled.
'Not when Sherry's around. Speaking of which, I have to go to her ballet recital tonight, she made me promise' said Leon, smiling as he remembered the blonde haired 14 year old who was like his younger sister.
They were seated at a table, at a close distance to the jukebox, which upon immediate arrival, Carlos sauntered over and set the track 'Hey Joe' by Jimi Hendrix on.
They ordered Lattes and then looked over the menus.
'I was thinking…I want this wedding to be different, out of the ordinary' wondered Chris out aloud. Carlos looked up from the sandwich menu and jabbed a finger at Leon.
'Ask Rookie over there, he's always bubbling with ideas' said Carlos, nodding towards Leon, whose spiked hair resembled a startled cockatoo's.
'Well, you could-' began Leon, before Carlos broke in.
'Have the wedding with all the guests coming naked' cut in Carlos, sipping from his water glass conspiratorially.
'Enough with the nakedness!' exclaimed Chris, shutting the menu and drumming his fists on the table. His drumming alerted the waitress, who bought them their lattes, before taking their orders.
'Naturalism….isn't Jill into that stuff?' asked Leon, wincing as he burnt his tongue on his latte. Carlos smartly stirred his latte and blew on his before taking a sip.
'Or, in another country if you want to be REALLY different' suggested the Amigo thoughtfully. Chris looked sharply at him, and felt an idea emerging. He grinned and nodded at his friends.
'How about somewhere in Europe? Jill loves Italy, ever since we went there last summer for vacation' mused Chris, thoughtfully.
Leon waved a straw importantly and announced that 'Venice was the City of Love' despite Carlos's insistence that the city of love was Rome, and Chris put in that Carlos should specifically know that fact, being the recognised Ladies' Man.
Leon shrugged and started on his pizza, which had just arrived. 'Why not Venice? Bet Jill will love it, by the water side, the Gondolas on the canals, red roses, something like that' said Leon blithely, as he dug into his pepperoni and cheese pizza.
'I think the Rookie's got it' said Carlos, between mouthfuls of Caesar salad.
'Well, you guys better save up for your plane tickets to Venice then' announced Chris, as his plate of chilli fries arrived. They momentarily dropped their cutlery and slapped hands, across the table.
'You could have it on one of those gondola things' said Leon, forcing 9 chilli fries in his mouth, (a new record) and washing it down with a swing of water.
'They can only hold, like four people and I can really see us fitting 100+ people on one' commented Chris, smacking Leon's hand away from his plate of chilli fries.
'By the waterside then, at sunset, with Jill walking down an aisle strewn with rose petals' said Carlos, waving his spoon and nearly whacking Leon's eye out in the process.
'I'll have to think about it. There's the big hurdle of us having a budget' added Chris, finishing off the last of his chilli fries. Carlos guffawed and mock punched Chris.
'Dude! You guys are loaded, you never need to worry about money again' Carlos reminded Chris. Chris nodded thoughtfully.
They paid the bill and left shortly afterwards. Chris dropped Carlos and Leon off at their respective homes (the bachelor pad and the 'love' nest') and drove home carefully. He pulled up in the driveway of his house and parked.
As he got out of the car, and slammed the door, he stood for a moment to regard his possessions.
After Umbrella had been brought down, and the perpetrators charged, the Government had amply rewarded the renegade group. They'd been promised that they'd never have to worry about money again. This was entirely true.
Chris smiled as he looked over the two sleek cars, parked in the driveway. Jill's fiery red, Mercedes convertible, and his own comfortable, black BMW. Chris mused as he looked. Each car represented each of their personalities.
Jill's was vivacious, vibrant and glistening, poised for adventure and spontaneous journeys. His car was the stark contrast, black and wary, but holding that comfortable ease he was strongly accustomed to.
'CHRISSSSSS!' yelled Jill from the doorstep of their ranch-style house. She jogged down the pathway and shook him by the shoulders.
'Hey babe' replied Chris, lowering his head to kiss Jill. Jill kissed him and stood back and looked at him.
'You know, you've been standing out here staring at the cars, with your mouth wide open for the past twenty minutes?' questioned Jill, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow quizzically.
Chris laughed and put his arms around her and pulled her close.
'Just thinking that we have all this money to blow…'he said, trailing off and looking at her. Jill furrowed her brow.
'Yeah….'she replied, waiting for him to go on.
'How would you like to get married in Venice?' he asked simply, squeezing her hand and smiling. Jill grinned and launched herself at him, nearly sending him flying.
'Whooooah!' yelled Chris as he struggled to stand, as Jill's arms snaked around his neck. He slid his arms around her slender waist and lowered his head, so their foreheads were touching.
'Whoah Jilly! You been getting tips from Claire?' he said jokingly, looking at her shiny blue eyes, brimming with life.
'I have my own strategies' said Jill slyly, before leaning in and kissing Chris passionately on the lips. Chris pulled away and nodded at her conspiratorially.
'So do I….'he whispered, with mock seriousness, twiddling with a strand of her red hair. He was about to lean in and kiss her again when she pulled away and began running into the house.
'Where you going?' asked Chris, in surprise. He could have smacked himself for asking that. It seemed quite obvious where she was going. He rephrased his question.
'What you doing?' he yelled at Jill as she darted into the house. That was a much better question.
'I better get on the phone to the travel agent!' Jill shouted, slamming the door behind her.
Chris laughed to himself and cursed Jill's hyper-organisation at the same time. He opened the front door and listened happily to Jill bantering on to a travel agent on the phone.
'Score for Redfield' he said triumphantly, as he walked into the kitchen to fix Jill and himself a glass of wine.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait…I keep getting attacked by writer's block. In fact, I still have it now. I have no idea how I managed to churn out this chapter (not that I'm pleased with it).
Read, review and enjoy (if that is possible)
-Chicky Tifa xXx
'SOOOO….Latino love boy, how come you didn't work that ole charm last night?' asked Chris, greeting Carlos with a clap on the back. Carlos looked slightly embarrassed, which was a rare sight.
'Believe it or not, dude, I have somewhat matured past that 'sowing more seeds than Farmer Giles' stage' answered Carlos, sheepishly. Leon came sauntering up and caught the tail end of the conversation.
'Farmer Giles? Is he Carlos's latest conquest?' joked Leon, quizzically raising a blonde eyebrow.
'Yep, seems so. Carlos here has done the entire female population of Robertsville, and has had to move onto men' chuckled Chris. Carlos, eternally good-natured rose to the occasion.
'We all know Leon has a fetish about cross-dressing, but for me, has to be a farmer. He keeps sowing the seeds ALL NIGHT LONG…!' cracked Carlos, punctuating the end of his sentence with a hip swing.
'Enough of the sex talk; it was bad enough with Claire's open sexual revelations last night. Let's go' said Chris, gesturing towards the building. The others turned and followed him in.
The guys had a weekly ritual of swimming at the pool on 53rd Street, then heading to the Hard Rock Café for lunch. The trio were somewhat drained from last night's excess, and could only manage a few sluggish lengths.
'Blueerrghhhh' groaned Leon, submerging at the deep end of the pool, after swimming a meandering length consisting of fractured front crawl.
'Lovely' commented Chris, looking at Leon wide-open mouth, his hair slicked down by the water. 'Where's the Amigo?'
Leon pointed, and Chris saw Carlos a little further down the pool, trying to execute a swallow dive. They both winced at the vicious sounding SLAP that followed after Carlos's plunge.
'That's guna sting' gurgled Leon, head partially submerged.
'I'll say' answered Chris vaguely, watching Carlos swim over.
'Let's bust this joint, I'm hankering for a grilled cheese sandwich and a latte' said Carlos, brown hair covering over one eye. The two other nodded an affirmative and they hauled themselves out of the pool and headed to the changing room.
15 minutes later, they all piled into Chris's convertible and headed to the Hard Rock Café. A group of girls from a street corner waved and twittered. Leon and Carlos returned the waves, whereas Chris ducked his head down and covered his indifference by shoving a CD into the player.
The sounds of N*SYNC came blaring out, and he hurriedly put in a Red Hot Chili Pepper album, 'By The Way'.
'What's with the N*SYNC stuff?' shouted Leon, over the blare of music.
'Jill's selection' answered Chris, taking a right, and pulling into the car park. Chris parked precisely, as he was driving Jill's Mercedes and they all piled out.
'You guys sharing CDs….imagine what it's going to be like when your married' mused Leon, as they headed up to the entrance.
'Different, definitely different. But hey, we'll manage, we've been living together for a while now' replied Chris, as they were waiting to be seated.
'How did Jill get used to your …habits?' questioned Carlos carefully, looking bemused. Chris cocked up an eyebrow.
'What habits? Except from compulsory visits to the Rockerfella Centre's skate park in Manhattan every summer and the occasionally lazy day, it's been okay. What about you, Leon how has Claire gotten used to your 'habits'?'
'Fine. As long as I don't cross dress, chain smoke and sylph around stark naked when she's about, things run smoothly' answered Leon, grinning. Carlos laughed and poked Leon.
'Sylphing around stark naked? That's the kinda thing I thought Claire would encourage' quipped Carlos. Leon chuckled.
'Not when Sherry's around. Speaking of which, I have to go to her ballet recital tonight, she made me promise' said Leon, smiling as he remembered the blonde haired 14 year old who was like his younger sister.
They were seated at a table, at a close distance to the jukebox, which upon immediate arrival, Carlos sauntered over and set the track 'Hey Joe' by Jimi Hendrix on.
They ordered Lattes and then looked over the menus.
'I was thinking…I want this wedding to be different, out of the ordinary' wondered Chris out aloud. Carlos looked up from the sandwich menu and jabbed a finger at Leon.
'Ask Rookie over there, he's always bubbling with ideas' said Carlos, nodding towards Leon, whose spiked hair resembled a startled cockatoo's.
'Well, you could-' began Leon, before Carlos broke in.
'Have the wedding with all the guests coming naked' cut in Carlos, sipping from his water glass conspiratorially.
'Enough with the nakedness!' exclaimed Chris, shutting the menu and drumming his fists on the table. His drumming alerted the waitress, who bought them their lattes, before taking their orders.
'Naturalism….isn't Jill into that stuff?' asked Leon, wincing as he burnt his tongue on his latte. Carlos smartly stirred his latte and blew on his before taking a sip.
'Or, in another country if you want to be REALLY different' suggested the Amigo thoughtfully. Chris looked sharply at him, and felt an idea emerging. He grinned and nodded at his friends.
'How about somewhere in Europe? Jill loves Italy, ever since we went there last summer for vacation' mused Chris, thoughtfully.
Leon waved a straw importantly and announced that 'Venice was the City of Love' despite Carlos's insistence that the city of love was Rome, and Chris put in that Carlos should specifically know that fact, being the recognised Ladies' Man.
Leon shrugged and started on his pizza, which had just arrived. 'Why not Venice? Bet Jill will love it, by the water side, the Gondolas on the canals, red roses, something like that' said Leon blithely, as he dug into his pepperoni and cheese pizza.
'I think the Rookie's got it' said Carlos, between mouthfuls of Caesar salad.
'Well, you guys better save up for your plane tickets to Venice then' announced Chris, as his plate of chilli fries arrived. They momentarily dropped their cutlery and slapped hands, across the table.
'You could have it on one of those gondola things' said Leon, forcing 9 chilli fries in his mouth, (a new record) and washing it down with a swing of water.
'They can only hold, like four people and I can really see us fitting 100+ people on one' commented Chris, smacking Leon's hand away from his plate of chilli fries.
'By the waterside then, at sunset, with Jill walking down an aisle strewn with rose petals' said Carlos, waving his spoon and nearly whacking Leon's eye out in the process.
'I'll have to think about it. There's the big hurdle of us having a budget' added Chris, finishing off the last of his chilli fries. Carlos guffawed and mock punched Chris.
'Dude! You guys are loaded, you never need to worry about money again' Carlos reminded Chris. Chris nodded thoughtfully.
They paid the bill and left shortly afterwards. Chris dropped Carlos and Leon off at their respective homes (the bachelor pad and the 'love' nest') and drove home carefully. He pulled up in the driveway of his house and parked.
As he got out of the car, and slammed the door, he stood for a moment to regard his possessions.
After Umbrella had been brought down, and the perpetrators charged, the Government had amply rewarded the renegade group. They'd been promised that they'd never have to worry about money again. This was entirely true.
Chris smiled as he looked over the two sleek cars, parked in the driveway. Jill's fiery red, Mercedes convertible, and his own comfortable, black BMW. Chris mused as he looked. Each car represented each of their personalities.
Jill's was vivacious, vibrant and glistening, poised for adventure and spontaneous journeys. His car was the stark contrast, black and wary, but holding that comfortable ease he was strongly accustomed to.
'CHRISSSSSS!' yelled Jill from the doorstep of their ranch-style house. She jogged down the pathway and shook him by the shoulders.
'Hey babe' replied Chris, lowering his head to kiss Jill. Jill kissed him and stood back and looked at him.
'You know, you've been standing out here staring at the cars, with your mouth wide open for the past twenty minutes?' questioned Jill, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow quizzically.
Chris laughed and put his arms around her and pulled her close.
'Just thinking that we have all this money to blow…'he said, trailing off and looking at her. Jill furrowed her brow.
'Yeah….'she replied, waiting for him to go on.
'How would you like to get married in Venice?' he asked simply, squeezing her hand and smiling. Jill grinned and launched herself at him, nearly sending him flying.
'Whooooah!' yelled Chris as he struggled to stand, as Jill's arms snaked around his neck. He slid his arms around her slender waist and lowered his head, so their foreheads were touching.
'Whoah Jilly! You been getting tips from Claire?' he said jokingly, looking at her shiny blue eyes, brimming with life.
'I have my own strategies' said Jill slyly, before leaning in and kissing Chris passionately on the lips. Chris pulled away and nodded at her conspiratorially.
'So do I….'he whispered, with mock seriousness, twiddling with a strand of her red hair. He was about to lean in and kiss her again when she pulled away and began running into the house.
'Where you going?' asked Chris, in surprise. He could have smacked himself for asking that. It seemed quite obvious where she was going. He rephrased his question.
'What you doing?' he yelled at Jill as she darted into the house. That was a much better question.
'I better get on the phone to the travel agent!' Jill shouted, slamming the door behind her.
Chris laughed to himself and cursed Jill's hyper-organisation at the same time. He opened the front door and listened happily to Jill bantering on to a travel agent on the phone.
'Score for Redfield' he said triumphantly, as he walked into the kitchen to fix Jill and himself a glass of wine.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait…I keep getting attacked by writer's block. In fact, I still have it now. I have no idea how I managed to churn out this chapter (not that I'm pleased with it).
Read, review and enjoy (if that is possible)
-Chicky Tifa xXx