Hi!
This fic is some kind an experiment about Reeve and his way of life. It's something light and funny, wihtout pretensions and slighty references for mature content. I love Reeve, he's a hot middle-aged man (LOL) with sofisticated style. Placed after Dirge of Cerberus.
This is the first time that I write in English (Spanish is my first language). My friend Izusan corrected this. Please, don't be bad.
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The first time Reeve went to Ocean's party, one of his fellows said that "This place is the closest to Heaven".
Strange Heaven, in fact. Here, the celestial songs were changed for jazz, blues, soul and funk rhymes. The holy light was replaced for soft coloured darkness. People were drinking liquor instead of ambrosia, and women looked beautiful, like angels.
–Here, you can have really fun time – said his friend –. Tonight can be your night.
–Translate it –demanded Reeve.
–Well, you know… This place is full of nice ladies. You can meet a pretty girl. You could find the real love… or spend a hot night with her.
His friends smirked, and Reeve rolled his eyes. For him, all things in life –included love – were a contract. When love was on the top, its contract was the marriage; and when romance finished, ex-lovers signed divorce papers.
Love is only a feeling that fucking hard everyone. It would make you incredibly happy, or would make you desire to burn in hell. Anyways, it's a fatal error. Ever. Reeve didn't believe in love at first sight and eternal romance.
Also, he didn't live hot nights with unknown women or had only-sex-basedrelationships. Those experiences were for desperate and easy influenced people. Reeve was superior to all that shit, and he would not fall down for the temptation.
That was Reeve's philosophy, and it was completely wrong.