MY TOTALLY AWEOSME AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry about the notes on Chapter 2 && the long wait! (had some writers' block && I'm just busy lately)…I've been having issues when posting the new chapter && the notes mysteriously disappear. If anyone knows what I'm doing wrong to make it disappear then please tell me how to fix it! Also I apologize for the 'vampire' quote. The views of Chapter 2 reflect neither nor Final Fantasy. I apologize for all the mutant test subjects that sleep in coffins or any vampires that were offended with the comment in the previous chapter. Hopefully I'll get more reviews this time...::HINT HINT:: This chapter is based on the dry cleaners I always go to. My love goes out to you Mrs. Huong 3
The Adventures of Vincent && His Cape
Chapter 3—Twenty Dolla.
DING!
"Hello. Welcome to Huong Dry Cleaner. You need dry clean?" An elderly woman asked with a heavy accent from the other side of the small counter.
Her hair was gray with age but still think in a bun on top of her head and she wore glasses too large of her eyes that made the woman's eyes look like some surprised animal. Behind her were a rows and rows of clothing wrapped in clear plastic bags along with a large, beat up sewing machine with well over a hundred spools of different colors threads.
The short old woman's wrinkly eyes went straight for the stain of the tall dark headed man's shoulder and the many holes in the tail of his cape like her eyes were some tpye of magent. She gave her new handsome customer a toothy grin…Or at least what teeth she had left…
A red flash of material swooped up before the woman's eyes and gently placed on the counter top without a word. Vincent watched as she quickly grabbed the red material and rubbed the stain with her small callused thumbs, examining the stain. The clicked her tongue against her teeth as she lifted the cape to see the many rips and tears in the piece of clothing.
She started mumbling in her native tongue softly to herself. Vincent eyed the hunched woman... actually afraid what see might do to it.
"You come pick it up Sunday and it is clean as new! I even sew it for you." The small woman told him.
Vincent eyes slightly widen. That would be at least a week without his cape. "Is there any chance you can have it done sooner?" Vincent asked her in monotone. "No. No sooner," she snapped back quickly.
"Unless," the wrinkled old woman dragged while eyeing Vincent with a sly grin on her face, "You wanna pay extra."
Vincent didn't say a word but gave the woman a look. She took it as if he wanted more information. She stroked his red cloak as if it were a pet, "Two-thousand-gil." She replied quickly, "Take it or leave." ((It's supposed to be" Tweny Dolla" but they don't have dollars O.o;; Just keep that in mind…))
He cringed at the price. But it was his trusty cape…
"Fine."
Vincent dug into his pocket and gave the woman the correct amount of gil. She greedily grabbed the money and began counting it at the speed of lightening. Once she counted the last of it she stuffed the gil into her pocket and gave her "I love my customer" smile.
"I have it to you by this tomorrow. Thank you come again!" and not two second after that she turned around to the back and pooped her head behind the rows of plastic covered clothes.
"Nguoi Chong! Bat dau lam sach no Bay gio!" Husband! Clean it now!" she screamed throwing the cape behind the rows followed by a man moaning.
'I feel as though I'm going to regret this…' Vincent thought grimly as he stalked his way out of the glass door.
FIVE MINUTES LATER. . .
DING!
"Yo!" a lanky red haired man and a tall serious looking bald man walked into the small building like they did every week.
"Reno, Rude! Leave your suits on the counter. I get them later." Mrs. Huong greeted excitedly at her regular customer from her sewing machine in the back.
Reno did as she said and none too neatly dumped the blue uniforms on the counter top along with five gil. He turned back around heading towards the door continuing his conversation with Rude, "As I was saying, we really have to find you a toupee or something, yo. You know that's why you haven't gotten laid in years!" Reno babbled on not even bothering to look back at his partner.
Almost out of the door Reno realized Rude hasn't coming with him and turned around to see what was keeping Rude from listening to his advice.
"Isn't that the tall creepy guy's cape thing? You know the guy that hangs out with Cloud and their little gang?" Reno asked. That's when it happened. The day the world ended. A little light bulb turned on in Reno's head. God help us.
"Hey, Huong, do mind I have that red cape thing handing up there, yo?" The young man slurred with a smirk. His smirk turned into a pout when Mrs. Huong gave him a look that said otherwise. But the look she gave turned into an evil grin; "Want to make deal?"
Reno eyed her grin that he knew he'd regret. "What kind of deal are we talking about?" He asked as he stepped closer to the counter. She turned back to her sewing machine and continued her work, "I give you a piece of it. You give me," she though for some time, "Two-thousand-gil. Leave or take." She never looked at him when she told him about the offer.
He cringed. Of course he could afford it on a Turk's salary but because he was Reno he was going to try to find a way to get a cheaper deal. Another idea popped in that red head. The Turk strolled his way past the counter to her cluttered work area then put his hand on her shoulder as she continued to push the material throw machine. He started to rub her shoulders, "How about five hundred gil?"
Mrs. Huong stopped what she was doing and put her finger on her chin pondering the idea. "500 only?" She asked him. He got down to her ear and in a low, sexy voice he whisper "I'll do anything thing you want."
The old woman smirked then as she grabbed him by the collar she told him "I give you the cape for 500. You work for me for five month. Take or leave."
Reno smile, "Course!" I can go a while without a clean suit...or being any where near this side of the town. Anywhere where she can't find me and put me to work!
"Deal then!" She got up with her pair of scissors and simply cut the red cape's tattered end off completely. Reno reached for it but she pulled away and stuck out her other hand waiting for the payment. He groaned and put the gil in her hand as she partially threw the cloth at him as she quickly counted the money.
"Thank you! Come again!" She told the two Turks as they left.
TWO HOURS LATER
Rude sat in the bar with a face that read "I'm-going-to-kill-Reno". Reno smirk at him with confidence, "Just wait and see. The ladies will swarm around you, yo." Rude just sunk lower and lower into his seat with a shot glass in hand.
He felt so ridicuious with a piece of Vincent's cape glued to his head. Only Reno could think of something like this.
"Hi." A sweet voice came from behind the bald man hunched over his drink. As Rude turned around his jaw dropped.
Three beautiful young women were looking at the man with a red piece of cloth on his head. "My name is Christina. These are my friends; Lulu and Nikki. We couldn't help but notice you. Have we met?" A blonde haired girl asked Rude with a flirtatious smile.
A grin grew on Rude's face.
A FEW HOURS LATER . . .
Beautiful women from around the town had flocked in to see Rude and were crawling all over him. One woman even sat on his head! ((It's from a joke I heard)) Reno looked at his friend and gave him a thumbs up. Wow, he was a genius.
THE NEXT DAY . . .
Vincent looked at his cape. He looked at Mrs. Huong. He looked back at his cape. "Uhm—"
"Thank you come again!" The lady said as she shoved the cape and Vincent out of her shop. Mrs. Huong sighed to herself after a long day of work and went back to her sewing.
(End of Chapter 3!)
MY TOTALLY AWEOSME AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was actually one of my more difficult chapters to write :S I actually didn't know where this was going with the dry cleaners but I have the next few chapters palnned out already!
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