When he was in his twenties, Reeve was an animal party. An animal party is the kind of person who makes some memorable for every celebration, with his high socials skills and his experience in the art of fun.
Reeve knew every place, met everyone and went to every party. He had a charming personality and legendary skills for games of chance. His only weakness was alcohol: He was a light-weight drunker, and still now, he gets drunk with few drinks.
In his youth, Reeve lived many unforgettable nights. He won 100.000 gils playing poker. He spent a weekend without sleep. He smoked some strange substances. He crashed his car in the highway –he really didn't know how he was unharmed of the accident–. And he knocked his head against the floor when he was trying to jump backwards from the table. His friends found it really hilarious, but they stopped laughing when they saw that Reeve's shirt was soaked with blood. Party ended in the hospital, with 13 suture stitches in the base of his skull.
Since he started to work for Shinra, his fun time was drastically reduced. His likes were more expensive and sophisticated, and his partners had more cultural level. Perhaps, music likes were the only thing that not changed for Reeve. That and his flirts with ladies.
His flirts with girls were inoffensive, only for fun. The intention to end the night with her never crossed his mind. When Reeve was young, he believed in true love. Now, he believed in scandalous about sexual affairs and indiscreet women. His beliefs were different; but the result was always the same. Well, it had always been the same until he met L.
Reeve knew that his current situation was dangerous. He wasn't an anonymous man. All Edge and part of the world knew his identity. Every morning, Reeve read the tabloids, praying for not finding his name involved in morbid news. He could be an idiot for sleeping with who-kwon-who; but he wasn't as idiot for not knowing the risk.
However, for now, L was a discreet woman. Perhaps journalists wouldn't have offered her enough money, he though with masochist spirit. The one-night-adventurehad evolved in an only-sex-basedrelationship. They met at the Ocean every weekend. They drank, danced, and finally went to an expensive suite that he paid. With the same mysterious way she appeared, she went out the next day. The only things remaining of her were bites in his neck and scratches in his back.
Probably, she seemed more attractive because of her mystifying halo. She never wanted to talk about her life, her likes or her job. She never wanted to know those things about Reeve. All information about her was involved at pleasures of lust. Nothing else.
He was playing with double moral, and it wasn't good. Some day this situation would be slightly discomfortable, even uneasy, and things would become problematical. Now, however, Reeve was very satisfied with that strange relationship.