"You wanted to join SOLDIER?"
"My boyfriend was a member of SOLDIER. I didn't want him to die on the battle field."
"So you wanted to join SOLDIER to protect him?"
"One of the reasons, yeah."
"What's the other?"
"You don't need to know them."
"Darling, please?"
"No."
"Blade…?"
"No, Rif."
"Chicken wuss."
"What?"
"I said you're a chicken wuss baby, have a problem with that?"
"That and "baby". What's with you and these names?"
"No clue. But baby doll fits you."
"Remove your hands."
"Sorry bab-"
"Blade."
"What?"
"Blade, not babe."
"…Right, right. Blade. Sorry Blade, baby. Oomph. Dammit woman, what was that for?!"
"No- more- pet- names. Comprehend?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just put down the damn pillow…"
"Moment I do ones going to go upside my head. Nope, don't think so Riffter."
"…"
They emerged into the smoke filled basement, but were met by no one more then the owner of the building ( a man that knew Rif and Blade were coming, and did nothing but nod to them) and a man to drunk and stoned and totally un aware of the world to even care.
Rif smirked as he fell into step behind Galleon, letting the other man lead the way above ground. While so near to Blade, he dropped back and held out his hand. Apparently the women knew that he wanted and handed over a pair of dark sunglasses. "Don't lose these." She hissed to him. Rif smirked and shoved them on his face.
"Will do."
They were led up to a bar, or what looked like one, which wasn't much of a surprise. Two men were quarreling in a corner, both looking drunk and as if they would snap at any second. A few women were busy flirting and serving drinks to already very drunk men. Rif ignored the scene, as did the other two, and continued to follow Galleon.
"This is not exactly a bar. Couple of punk kids turned their house into this joint in an attempt to earn money to travel about the Planet. Needless to say, they racked in more women and cash from teens and forgot all about leaving. That man in the basement had lent them a lot of money, and only accepted a joint business to pay for it. Now they are stuck here."
Rif smirked. "Kids these days. They don't deserve this life."
"Really, sir?"
Rif grinned but said nothing more. He followed Galleon out of this strange room, into what appeared to be a living room. Once Blade shut the door behind her, the smoke smell, and any sounds from that room died in an instant. "Interesting. Lets hide a bar behind a book case."
"Not real creative, are they Iris?"
"Not at all." The woman said, turning and following the two men.
They walked in silence through the sky blue and snow white room, boots leaving slight grime on the white carpet. In moments they had left the living area and had emerged into the streets.
The sun shone bright out in the streets. To bright for Blades taste, but she couldn't change the weather so she'd have to deal. "So…?"
"We head over to the building, right?" Galleon asked, turning to them. Blade started to nod, but caught herself. Rif glanced at her. He was supposed to be the leader, not her.
"Yeah. Lead the way." Rif's hand was on his gun, hiding under his jacket. With his free hand he silently pressed buttons and snaps, covering up the lower bit of his face trying to hide Sephiroth. It worked well enough, with his hair hiding the rest, and the glasses his eyes. Blade shook her head, the old choppy haircut feeling odd to her, strands of jagged black falling in front of her eyes.
Galleon was stiff in his walking, for he knew Rif was watching him closely. In silence Galleon weaved in and out of the streets, pushing past people. Blade and Rif exchanged the occasional word, laughing or chuckling like normal people would ( despite their odd appearance).
It took less time then either Rif or Blade had planned to weave in and out of the streets. Rif's step stopped suddenly, causing Blade to nearly crash into him (bored out of her mind from walking). He nodded his head to his right, and Blade caught on, eyes darting about to glare at the people walking past them. "here?"
A bullet punctured the air.
Note: Forgot it last time. Where did I put the sticky notes? Going to write myself an note and say: Be sure to add Riene-Strife to the rest of "M". Okay guys, girls, random Aliens, go read Riene-Strife'swork. Now please and thank you. :D