A/N: I'm back! o.O YAY! I have an idea for another story.. But.. That'll wait XD thanks reviewers. You guys are awesome XD. *Snivels* The form I used for singing totally blows.. Don't kill me if it's horribly lame and so on ;_; the chapter seems long, but damn ff.net puts lines between everything.. Bear with me, please o_o
Disclaimer: La la la, chicken nuggets o_o and.. Queen song! XD like? good.
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"Yeah, Shera, sorry 'bout that." Cid mumbled through the cellphone, scratching the back of his head and chewing on his cigarette absentmindedly. "All here...yup...I will...'ight, later." There were a few distorted words coming out of the reciever, and he rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine...@$*@...I love you too. Okay, okay. Bye. BYE!" He rolled his eyes again, pressing the red button on the phone and sighing heavily. Being a married man was a right pain in the ass.
"Old man, it's like, 4 AM." Yuffie mumbled, face buried in a moss-colored sleeping bag and hair looking rather tousled. "It's not even daylight. Go back to sleep. Geezers like you need it." She rolled around in her bag, her Conformer concealed inside an inner layer of the bag.
"@$*&! Shut up, PUNK!" He shook his fist wildly at Yuffie, who smirked and gave a tiny laugh before rolling around again. He scratched the back of his head again, spitting his cigarette over the side of the netted bridge. He pressed a few key buttons, rapping the metal occasionally with his knuckles, and a digital clock appeared in a tiny liquid screen. "It's 5:32. So there." A sheet of metal closed with the tapping of a few more gadgets and things, and some dim lights snapped on.
"Gawd! How does a girl get any sleep with YOU around?!" Yuffie shot out of bed, blinking and eyelids looking rather weighted. Cid chortled some more as more lights snapped on throughout the hull and stomach of the airship, causing a few key AVALANCHE members to stir quietly, then sit up or something. Keyword there being "AVALANCHE". Cid continued to fiddle with a morning setup as Yuffie looked around, yawning. "Where're the Turks?" she asked in the direction of Reeve, who sat up slowly, stretching out his arms and still wearing his blazer. He blinked, glanced around, and shrugged. "Old man, the Turks are missing."
"What a tragedy," he said sarcastically, but he tapped a few more buttons as screens showing the areas dotting the ship popped up. "Not here. Big deal. They @^#*ing go back to Reeve or they don't get #^@*ing payed anyway."
Vincent, who usually slept under the stairs against the wall, stirred slightly, his expert eyes shifting at the cameras and around the ship. His cocked brow was apparently taken note of by Yuffie, who looked around as well. She got to her feet. "Hey Cid, d'ya see Tifa on those camera-things?" the ninja inquired, pointing at him for emphasis.
Cid cast an idle glance at the screens and about the room, then shook his head, shifting slightly to the side.
Cloud burst out of the Operations Room, looking both exhausted and yet slightly panic-stricken. "Tifa's gone!" he yelled frantically, waving his hands in strange gestures. Yuffie couldn't help but stifle a small laugh as Cid glanced up and down the screens again.
"We've established that, Spikes." Cid rolled his eyes. Cloud made a tiny sound of relief, though his eyes were still somewhat panicked.
"Rufus and the Turkeys are long gone, too," Yuffie informed Cloud, who looked even more shot by this news. "Geez, you don't have to go all psycho. I bet she's perfectly fine! She could probably beat the crap out of all of them!" She shook her fist triumphantly. But then, after a moment or two of doing that, she paled. "But what if she can't?! GAH! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" She flailed her arms, about as panicked currently as Cloud, leaping to her feet. "Um, okay! What do we do?! WHAT DO WE DO, LEADER-MAN?!" Yuffie screamed, grabbing Cloud by the collar and shaking him violently. "KEEP A COOL HEAD, BLONDIE!!!!" she screamed at him.
"Get a @%@*in' grip!" Barret yelled from the upper deck. "You too, Spike--! #&@(*, one thing happens and everyone goes #^&@in' nuts." He swore loudly, barging down the metal steps. "Think this through befo' I bust you all up for @&(!in' pissing me off--"
"Shut up, Mr. T!" Yuffie screamed.
"Ahem." Red XIII stood up from his animal-like sleeping position, stretching out his front joints and going into the placid sitting position so familiar to him. "As crude as Barret's instruction was, he is correct. Think this through. Reeve did *not* order any 'kidnappings', is that correct?"
"Why would I?" Reeve raised a brow, dusting off his suit.
"Precisely. And the cases of the Turks' behavior has been naught but to follow orders, it is more likely that they are gone of their own accord." Red XIII wisely stated, tail raised to avoid setting the steel aflame.
"Tifa wouldn't go with them...They're Turks, and Rufus, for crying out loud!" Cloud protested.
"I think we've quite discovered that you don't know as much about her as you'd like to think, Pokey." Yuffie said icily, half-glaring at him with misty eyes. There was an awkward silence following that--eyes shifted, brows were raised and Vincent's eyes crinkled in an amused manner, but no one said anything. Cloud moved uncomfortably, purposefully avoiding everyone's gaze and sighing. Red XIII cleared his throat in a knwoing manner. "Sooo, Nanaki, any ideas?"
Red XIII shrugged. "Turks like bars and fights. If this is seriously troubling you..."
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Reno propped his legs up on the table, a porno magazine on his lap and his eyes glued to it--Rude simply sipped his beer in silence, as did Rufus, whereas Tifa and Elena were in deep conversation at a small wooden bench setup in the Midgar bar set up by a few fans of Tifa, "Final Heaven". A bottle of chardonnay stood in the middle, almost full--soft piano music filled the background, soothing to those without a lot on their mind.
Tifa was wearing a dark violet, almost black tube top with a salmon-colored denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up, the cuffs rather large, with a belt around her black jeans. Each Turk was still in uniform, though Reno had a stain on the front.
Reno looked up at the stage as the raven-haired pianist bowed low, her ebon locks almost reaching the ground, and exited stage left, leaving polite and impressed clapping behind her. An attendant placed a black sign written in bright chalk reading "Open Mic--Karaoke, etc. Accepted" on the side of the stage, free to look at.
The red-haired, cool Turk tapped Rude on the shoulder and pointed to the sign.
"Baldy, you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" he said with an evil grin, closing his magazine and taking a swig from the bottle of chardonnay (much to the chagrin of Elena and Tifa, who ordered another bottle and poured from there). Rude raised a brow disdainfully. "C'mon, Rude. I DARE you." There was a weak spot, right there. Rude shot up faster then he could tack on a "please," brushing off his uniform with a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I thought so. How 'bout you, blondie?...no, not you, 'Lena, Shinra. Sing?" he inquired, rubbing his hands together insidiously.
"Hell. No." Rufus responded immediatly and without skipping a beat. Tifa and Elena chuckled slightly.
"C'mon. It'll be great." Reno pleaded, half-banging his fist on the table with an evil grin.
"No, it won't." Tifa commented, rolling her eyes and resting her head on one of her hands. Back at Tifa's 7th Heaven, Reno would often get drunk and begin belting out Britney Spears songs at the top of his lungs, leaping on a table and doing a horribly uncoordinated dance until he passed out--either from Barret smashing him senseless, or simply from the alcohol reaching his head. Reno sweat-dropped.
"Well, look at it this way, Tifa. I'm sober." Reno shrugged, flipping the part of his tied, blazing red hair over his shoulder. Rufus raised a brow. "Anyway, you in or not? I know you're no chicken, Rufus." Reno and Rufus exchanged confident smirks and glares as Rufus slowly stood up. "Haha, that's more like it."
"Rufus, I am positive you will humiliate yourself up there." Tifa said, attempting to pull down Rufus by the wrist but to no avail, as Elena stared at Reno and Rude almost disbelievingly. "And us. So please? Rude? You're the sane one!" she protested, making hand gestures. "And we're in public, too." she added as an afterthought. Rude shook his head firmly, then swayed slightly in the spot. Elena gave Tifa a look that clearly said, "you can't get through to him, he's drunk". Tifa sighed exasperatedly.
"Has that ever stopped me before?" Reno pulled on his gloves, snapping them onto his hands and the recoil making a loud snap. He kneed his chair in. "C'mon, guys. And ladies..." He winked and gave Elena and Tifa a thumbs-up. "Feel free to cheer."
"Dream on." Elena called after them, rolling her chocolate-brown eyes as they maneuvered to the counter to get up a song. They watched as Reno traced his finger down the list, then stopping over a line and looking up at Rude and Rufus. Rufus nodded with a confident smirk, and Rude pressed one hand to his forehead exasperatedly but nodded in agreement.
An attendant clambered clumsily onto the stage.
"And here, we have Rufus Shinra, Reno Kusanagi, and Rude!" He walked to the side and off the stage as Reno did a dramatic leap onto the stage, whereas Rufus and Rude simply walked up the steps on the side to light applause. Rude looked a bit disgruntled, as did Rufus, but Reno seemed to love the spotlight...
"Ahem." The music began to start.
-Fun.-
"Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah, down beside that red fire light;
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round;
Hey, I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad;
But I knew love before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny,
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!
I've been singing with my band,
Across the wire, across the land
I've seen every blue eyed floozy on the way;
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them lovely ladies every time;
Oh, won't you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside your red firelight;
Oh, and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
And the stiffness in your bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh, but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Oh, you gonna take me home tonight (Please)
Oh, down beside that red firelight
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Get on your bikes and ride
Fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls..."
The music came to a close; two Turks and an ex-president bowed as tumultuous and amused applause ran throughout the bar. Reno flashed the crowd an award-winning grin and a peace sign before maneuvering off the stage after Rude and a rushed Rufus, towards a laughing Elena and Tifa. "That was truly greatness, you guys. I told you it would work out." Reno smirked, plopping back down into his chair and tossing his red rat's tail over his back. Rude smirked as well, dusting off his suit and taking another sip of his beer as if nothing happened, but Rufus looked miffed as he returned to reading the Midgar Bulletin.
"That wasn't half bad...considering how awful it could've been, you guys did pretty well." Elena grinned, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouring some more chardonnay into her glass. "It was pretty funny, too..." She passed the bottle to Tifa, who also liberally applied the alcoholic drink to her wine glass.
"That was horrifying." Rufus commented coldly from behind his newspaper, running a hand through his hair and turning a page.
"You were freaking out up there, Shinra, and I saw you." Reno grinned, putting his hands behind his head and propping his legs on the table. Elena grabbed his porno magazine and hurled it into the wastebasket. "Hey, I was reading that!" he argued, making a start for the wastbasket until both Tifa and Elena held him back down. "Damnit, my magazine."
"That stuff'll rot your brain faster then the alcohol you're drinking." Elena commented, tapping her fingernail on the side of her wine glass making a resonating clink. Reno shrugged, and as if reminded, he picked up his beer bottle and took a long gulp.
"You looked fine, Rufus." Tifa elbowed Reno in the ribs, nearly making him spit out his drink. "A little flustered, but still smooth." She made short hand gestures. "Whereas Reno was doing everything he could to show off." Elena stuck out her tongue at Reno, who shrugged and pretended to flex a muscle. Rufus shrugged, a gesture indicating he was completely unconvinced, and turned the page of his paper. Reno glanced at the headline on the next page.
"Hmm, smuggling Mako. Didn't Reeve put us on that?" Reno took another drink of his beer. Rude nodded.
"And we haven't done anything about it, either." Elena remarked nonchalantly, slightly raising her glass of chardonnay. "Normally I'd complain...but this is good stuff." She ordered another bottle of the alcohol.
"We're rubbing off on you, 'Lena." Reno grinned, reaching to tousle her hair with a skinny hand. She rolled her eyes and batted it away. He sniffled. "The order of my priorities is perfectly fine. Beer, girls, porn, work." He ticked each off with his fingers as Elena, Tifa, and Rufus each raised a brow. "Don't give me shit about it..." He fiddled with the "tail" of his hair as Elena and Rude exchanged glances, then stood up. "What're you guys doing?"
"You've got two girls here, I trashed your porno, but you had your beer. I think we should get to work!" chirruped Elena, placing her hands in her pockets and grinning at Reno.
"Ah, shit. It's happy hour," he whined, but he stood up as well rather reluctantly. "Rude, you too?" he half-wailed, looking as though he was gonna sit back down any second. Rude nodded. "Damn..."
"Do the captain thing, Reno." Elena rolled her eyes.
"Yes, of course milady. Ahem. As the captain of this team...hey Rude, where're we going?"
"Sector 2 warehouse 7."
"Yeah, whatever. We have to go there to kick the ass of some puny small-timers." He thumped his fist against his chest, creating a sort of drumming sound and standing up straight, trying to look important. "Then we grab the Mako storage and..." Reno trailed off, looking to the ceiling to advice, then finally to Rude. "A little help would be nice." Tifa rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her hand and snickering slightly. "Hey, not my fault I lack the capacity to give a royal shit." He ran a hand through his spiked hair, which immediatly sprung back to life after being flattened by his gloved palm. Rude sighed slightly, and if it weren't for his sunglasses, he was probably rolling his eyes.
"Bring it back to Shinra for immediate storage, elimination, and/or forging."
"Yeah, whatever." Reno removed his rod from his pocket, propping the steely item on his shoulder and grinning. The Electro-Mag Rod was pretty heavy for a stick its size--about as heavy as a brick, but it hardly seem to trouble his skinny, lanky figure. Even if it did look like it would snap his own bones upon impact.
He looked down at Tifa and Rufus. "Wanna come? It'd be cool. A nice old-fashioned ass-kicking." His fist tightened over the rod, and his knuckles made amazingly loud crackling noises--much to the displeasure of Elena, who shuddered involuntarily. Rufus and Tifa remained seated. "What--"
"Get a grip, Reno. What if they want to be alone?" Elena grinned, elbowing him in the ribs. Reno smirked, then chuckled slightly, possibly forcing down a louder laugh.
"On second thought, that sounds like fun." Rufus suddenly put his paper down and shot up hastily, placing his hands in the pockets on his outer jacket and looking rather flustered. Reno looked at Tifa expectantly, then extended a somewhat bony hand toward her.
"Well? Hurry up. There're places to go and people to injure."
Tifa grinned and grabbed his wrist, standing up. It seemed the destruction of Sector 7, albeit a heavy blow, was so far away now, in a different past. Maybe she could become a different person. Yeah, that would be pretty cool... She stood up, tightening her gloves so a snapping sound resonated on her wrists.
"Yeah, that's more like it. Let's go."
Disclaimer: La la la, chicken nuggets o_o and.. Queen song! XD like? good.
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"Yeah, Shera, sorry 'bout that." Cid mumbled through the cellphone, scratching the back of his head and chewing on his cigarette absentmindedly. "All here...yup...I will...'ight, later." There were a few distorted words coming out of the reciever, and he rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine...@$*@...I love you too. Okay, okay. Bye. BYE!" He rolled his eyes again, pressing the red button on the phone and sighing heavily. Being a married man was a right pain in the ass.
"Old man, it's like, 4 AM." Yuffie mumbled, face buried in a moss-colored sleeping bag and hair looking rather tousled. "It's not even daylight. Go back to sleep. Geezers like you need it." She rolled around in her bag, her Conformer concealed inside an inner layer of the bag.
"@$*&! Shut up, PUNK!" He shook his fist wildly at Yuffie, who smirked and gave a tiny laugh before rolling around again. He scratched the back of his head again, spitting his cigarette over the side of the netted bridge. He pressed a few key buttons, rapping the metal occasionally with his knuckles, and a digital clock appeared in a tiny liquid screen. "It's 5:32. So there." A sheet of metal closed with the tapping of a few more gadgets and things, and some dim lights snapped on.
"Gawd! How does a girl get any sleep with YOU around?!" Yuffie shot out of bed, blinking and eyelids looking rather weighted. Cid chortled some more as more lights snapped on throughout the hull and stomach of the airship, causing a few key AVALANCHE members to stir quietly, then sit up or something. Keyword there being "AVALANCHE". Cid continued to fiddle with a morning setup as Yuffie looked around, yawning. "Where're the Turks?" she asked in the direction of Reeve, who sat up slowly, stretching out his arms and still wearing his blazer. He blinked, glanced around, and shrugged. "Old man, the Turks are missing."
"What a tragedy," he said sarcastically, but he tapped a few more buttons as screens showing the areas dotting the ship popped up. "Not here. Big deal. They @^#*ing go back to Reeve or they don't get #^@*ing payed anyway."
Vincent, who usually slept under the stairs against the wall, stirred slightly, his expert eyes shifting at the cameras and around the ship. His cocked brow was apparently taken note of by Yuffie, who looked around as well. She got to her feet. "Hey Cid, d'ya see Tifa on those camera-things?" the ninja inquired, pointing at him for emphasis.
Cid cast an idle glance at the screens and about the room, then shook his head, shifting slightly to the side.
Cloud burst out of the Operations Room, looking both exhausted and yet slightly panic-stricken. "Tifa's gone!" he yelled frantically, waving his hands in strange gestures. Yuffie couldn't help but stifle a small laugh as Cid glanced up and down the screens again.
"We've established that, Spikes." Cid rolled his eyes. Cloud made a tiny sound of relief, though his eyes were still somewhat panicked.
"Rufus and the Turkeys are long gone, too," Yuffie informed Cloud, who looked even more shot by this news. "Geez, you don't have to go all psycho. I bet she's perfectly fine! She could probably beat the crap out of all of them!" She shook her fist triumphantly. But then, after a moment or two of doing that, she paled. "But what if she can't?! GAH! WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" She flailed her arms, about as panicked currently as Cloud, leaping to her feet. "Um, okay! What do we do?! WHAT DO WE DO, LEADER-MAN?!" Yuffie screamed, grabbing Cloud by the collar and shaking him violently. "KEEP A COOL HEAD, BLONDIE!!!!" she screamed at him.
"Get a @%@*in' grip!" Barret yelled from the upper deck. "You too, Spike--! #&@(*, one thing happens and everyone goes #^&@in' nuts." He swore loudly, barging down the metal steps. "Think this through befo' I bust you all up for @&(!in' pissing me off--"
"Shut up, Mr. T!" Yuffie screamed.
"Ahem." Red XIII stood up from his animal-like sleeping position, stretching out his front joints and going into the placid sitting position so familiar to him. "As crude as Barret's instruction was, he is correct. Think this through. Reeve did *not* order any 'kidnappings', is that correct?"
"Why would I?" Reeve raised a brow, dusting off his suit.
"Precisely. And the cases of the Turks' behavior has been naught but to follow orders, it is more likely that they are gone of their own accord." Red XIII wisely stated, tail raised to avoid setting the steel aflame.
"Tifa wouldn't go with them...They're Turks, and Rufus, for crying out loud!" Cloud protested.
"I think we've quite discovered that you don't know as much about her as you'd like to think, Pokey." Yuffie said icily, half-glaring at him with misty eyes. There was an awkward silence following that--eyes shifted, brows were raised and Vincent's eyes crinkled in an amused manner, but no one said anything. Cloud moved uncomfortably, purposefully avoiding everyone's gaze and sighing. Red XIII cleared his throat in a knwoing manner. "Sooo, Nanaki, any ideas?"
Red XIII shrugged. "Turks like bars and fights. If this is seriously troubling you..."
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Reno propped his legs up on the table, a porno magazine on his lap and his eyes glued to it--Rude simply sipped his beer in silence, as did Rufus, whereas Tifa and Elena were in deep conversation at a small wooden bench setup in the Midgar bar set up by a few fans of Tifa, "Final Heaven". A bottle of chardonnay stood in the middle, almost full--soft piano music filled the background, soothing to those without a lot on their mind.
Tifa was wearing a dark violet, almost black tube top with a salmon-colored denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up, the cuffs rather large, with a belt around her black jeans. Each Turk was still in uniform, though Reno had a stain on the front.
Reno looked up at the stage as the raven-haired pianist bowed low, her ebon locks almost reaching the ground, and exited stage left, leaving polite and impressed clapping behind her. An attendant placed a black sign written in bright chalk reading "Open Mic--Karaoke, etc. Accepted" on the side of the stage, free to look at.
The red-haired, cool Turk tapped Rude on the shoulder and pointed to the sign.
"Baldy, you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" he said with an evil grin, closing his magazine and taking a swig from the bottle of chardonnay (much to the chagrin of Elena and Tifa, who ordered another bottle and poured from there). Rude raised a brow disdainfully. "C'mon, Rude. I DARE you." There was a weak spot, right there. Rude shot up faster then he could tack on a "please," brushing off his uniform with a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I thought so. How 'bout you, blondie?...no, not you, 'Lena, Shinra. Sing?" he inquired, rubbing his hands together insidiously.
"Hell. No." Rufus responded immediatly and without skipping a beat. Tifa and Elena chuckled slightly.
"C'mon. It'll be great." Reno pleaded, half-banging his fist on the table with an evil grin.
"No, it won't." Tifa commented, rolling her eyes and resting her head on one of her hands. Back at Tifa's 7th Heaven, Reno would often get drunk and begin belting out Britney Spears songs at the top of his lungs, leaping on a table and doing a horribly uncoordinated dance until he passed out--either from Barret smashing him senseless, or simply from the alcohol reaching his head. Reno sweat-dropped.
"Well, look at it this way, Tifa. I'm sober." Reno shrugged, flipping the part of his tied, blazing red hair over his shoulder. Rufus raised a brow. "Anyway, you in or not? I know you're no chicken, Rufus." Reno and Rufus exchanged confident smirks and glares as Rufus slowly stood up. "Haha, that's more like it."
"Rufus, I am positive you will humiliate yourself up there." Tifa said, attempting to pull down Rufus by the wrist but to no avail, as Elena stared at Reno and Rude almost disbelievingly. "And us. So please? Rude? You're the sane one!" she protested, making hand gestures. "And we're in public, too." she added as an afterthought. Rude shook his head firmly, then swayed slightly in the spot. Elena gave Tifa a look that clearly said, "you can't get through to him, he's drunk". Tifa sighed exasperatedly.
"Has that ever stopped me before?" Reno pulled on his gloves, snapping them onto his hands and the recoil making a loud snap. He kneed his chair in. "C'mon, guys. And ladies..." He winked and gave Elena and Tifa a thumbs-up. "Feel free to cheer."
"Dream on." Elena called after them, rolling her chocolate-brown eyes as they maneuvered to the counter to get up a song. They watched as Reno traced his finger down the list, then stopping over a line and looking up at Rude and Rufus. Rufus nodded with a confident smirk, and Rude pressed one hand to his forehead exasperatedly but nodded in agreement.
An attendant clambered clumsily onto the stage.
"And here, we have Rufus Shinra, Reno Kusanagi, and Rude!" He walked to the side and off the stage as Reno did a dramatic leap onto the stage, whereas Rufus and Rude simply walked up the steps on the side to light applause. Rude looked a bit disgruntled, as did Rufus, but Reno seemed to love the spotlight...
"Ahem." The music began to start.
-Fun.-
"Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah, down beside that red fire light;
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round;
Hey, I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad;
But I knew love before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny,
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!
I've been singing with my band,
Across the wire, across the land
I've seen every blue eyed floozy on the way;
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them lovely ladies every time;
Oh, won't you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside your red firelight;
Oh, and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
And the stiffness in your bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh, but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
Oh, you gonna take me home tonight (Please)
Oh, down beside that red firelight
Oh, you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go round
Get on your bikes and ride
Fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls..."
The music came to a close; two Turks and an ex-president bowed as tumultuous and amused applause ran throughout the bar. Reno flashed the crowd an award-winning grin and a peace sign before maneuvering off the stage after Rude and a rushed Rufus, towards a laughing Elena and Tifa. "That was truly greatness, you guys. I told you it would work out." Reno smirked, plopping back down into his chair and tossing his red rat's tail over his back. Rude smirked as well, dusting off his suit and taking another sip of his beer as if nothing happened, but Rufus looked miffed as he returned to reading the Midgar Bulletin.
"That wasn't half bad...considering how awful it could've been, you guys did pretty well." Elena grinned, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder and pouring some more chardonnay into her glass. "It was pretty funny, too..." She passed the bottle to Tifa, who also liberally applied the alcoholic drink to her wine glass.
"That was horrifying." Rufus commented coldly from behind his newspaper, running a hand through his hair and turning a page.
"You were freaking out up there, Shinra, and I saw you." Reno grinned, putting his hands behind his head and propping his legs on the table. Elena grabbed his porno magazine and hurled it into the wastebasket. "Hey, I was reading that!" he argued, making a start for the wastbasket until both Tifa and Elena held him back down. "Damnit, my magazine."
"That stuff'll rot your brain faster then the alcohol you're drinking." Elena commented, tapping her fingernail on the side of her wine glass making a resonating clink. Reno shrugged, and as if reminded, he picked up his beer bottle and took a long gulp.
"You looked fine, Rufus." Tifa elbowed Reno in the ribs, nearly making him spit out his drink. "A little flustered, but still smooth." She made short hand gestures. "Whereas Reno was doing everything he could to show off." Elena stuck out her tongue at Reno, who shrugged and pretended to flex a muscle. Rufus shrugged, a gesture indicating he was completely unconvinced, and turned the page of his paper. Reno glanced at the headline on the next page.
"Hmm, smuggling Mako. Didn't Reeve put us on that?" Reno took another drink of his beer. Rude nodded.
"And we haven't done anything about it, either." Elena remarked nonchalantly, slightly raising her glass of chardonnay. "Normally I'd complain...but this is good stuff." She ordered another bottle of the alcohol.
"We're rubbing off on you, 'Lena." Reno grinned, reaching to tousle her hair with a skinny hand. She rolled her eyes and batted it away. He sniffled. "The order of my priorities is perfectly fine. Beer, girls, porn, work." He ticked each off with his fingers as Elena, Tifa, and Rufus each raised a brow. "Don't give me shit about it..." He fiddled with the "tail" of his hair as Elena and Rude exchanged glances, then stood up. "What're you guys doing?"
"You've got two girls here, I trashed your porno, but you had your beer. I think we should get to work!" chirruped Elena, placing her hands in her pockets and grinning at Reno.
"Ah, shit. It's happy hour," he whined, but he stood up as well rather reluctantly. "Rude, you too?" he half-wailed, looking as though he was gonna sit back down any second. Rude nodded. "Damn..."
"Do the captain thing, Reno." Elena rolled her eyes.
"Yes, of course milady. Ahem. As the captain of this team...hey Rude, where're we going?"
"Sector 2 warehouse 7."
"Yeah, whatever. We have to go there to kick the ass of some puny small-timers." He thumped his fist against his chest, creating a sort of drumming sound and standing up straight, trying to look important. "Then we grab the Mako storage and..." Reno trailed off, looking to the ceiling to advice, then finally to Rude. "A little help would be nice." Tifa rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her hand and snickering slightly. "Hey, not my fault I lack the capacity to give a royal shit." He ran a hand through his spiked hair, which immediatly sprung back to life after being flattened by his gloved palm. Rude sighed slightly, and if it weren't for his sunglasses, he was probably rolling his eyes.
"Bring it back to Shinra for immediate storage, elimination, and/or forging."
"Yeah, whatever." Reno removed his rod from his pocket, propping the steely item on his shoulder and grinning. The Electro-Mag Rod was pretty heavy for a stick its size--about as heavy as a brick, but it hardly seem to trouble his skinny, lanky figure. Even if it did look like it would snap his own bones upon impact.
He looked down at Tifa and Rufus. "Wanna come? It'd be cool. A nice old-fashioned ass-kicking." His fist tightened over the rod, and his knuckles made amazingly loud crackling noises--much to the displeasure of Elena, who shuddered involuntarily. Rufus and Tifa remained seated. "What--"
"Get a grip, Reno. What if they want to be alone?" Elena grinned, elbowing him in the ribs. Reno smirked, then chuckled slightly, possibly forcing down a louder laugh.
"On second thought, that sounds like fun." Rufus suddenly put his paper down and shot up hastily, placing his hands in the pockets on his outer jacket and looking rather flustered. Reno looked at Tifa expectantly, then extended a somewhat bony hand toward her.
"Well? Hurry up. There're places to go and people to injure."
Tifa grinned and grabbed his wrist, standing up. It seemed the destruction of Sector 7, albeit a heavy blow, was so far away now, in a different past. Maybe she could become a different person. Yeah, that would be pretty cool... She stood up, tightening her gloves so a snapping sound resonated on her wrists.
"Yeah, that's more like it. Let's go."