Loz moaned.

"Damn it, Reno you're amazing."

The redhead smirked. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Yo, wanna come down to the bar and get a drink?"

Loz shook his head and sat up, his bare chest glistening with sweat from the two's most recent encounter. "I have other customers, you know!" He said mock- angrily, slapping Reno's naked torso. "Actually Re, You'd better get dressed and get going... that is, if you're not paying for another hour," Loz said flirtatiously. Reno chuckled and stood up, gathering up his clothes.

"Errrm, Re? Your boxers are uh... pretty... dirttyyyy... I mean... what are you gonna tell Rufus?"

Reno froze. Loz watched from his perch on the bed.

"Look, Rufus and me, we both got our secrets. And when we see something suspicious about each other, we look the other way. He'll see sparkly clean boxers. It's a fuck- buddy- support system. Something scheduled, something normal. Rufus and me both have pretty crazy lives, and something organized and shit, it's nice to feel that once and a while. Get it?"

Loz flushed.

"Re, I'm sorry... I didn't know... I didn't mean to... um..."

"Yo, don't worry 'bout it. 'S cool." Reno pulled his boxers onto his skinny legs, followed by his wrinkled slacks. But in Loz's mind, he seemed different. Cold.

"Are you sure? You don't seem yours-"

"I'm. Fine." Reno cut him off with an icy glare.

"Look, I'm sorry I said anything Re.."

"Loz, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't give a shit about you or your apologies. You and me , we're nothing more than business. Yeah, we get along O.K., but it'll never be more than business. Don't forget who, no what you are. You're a cheap fuck."

Reno sneered at Loz. He stormed out the door, shoes in hand, shirt unbuttoned, blazer haphazardly thrown over his shoulder. So Reno-esque. Loz would miss him, but it wasn't hard to pick up another sex-craved, overworked businessman... Not hard at all. Just then, his cell rang, blasting Beyonce's 'Irreplaceable'.

Loz smirked. How ironic. Loz rummaged around, looking for his phone. When he found it, he flipped it open and smiled, greeting his caller. Then, his smile got even wider. It was a customer.

"And what'd you say your name was, sir?"

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"Hojo? Hm, O.K. I'll see you tonight. Buh-bye."Loz finished sweetly. Hojo... hmmm... that name sounded very familiar. And that voice. So weary sounding.

"Well, I'll just have to fix that, won't I?" Loz mumbled bemusedly. He set himself to cleaning the dingy room that served as his 'office'. Straightening the soiled sheets, opening the dusty curtains, floofing the over-used pillows, Loz got very excited. It'd been a while since he'd gotten a new customer. Fresh meat. Just then, the doorbell rang. 8 already?! Oh, time sure does pass when you're having fun. The man combed through his silver hair, and opened the door. There stood a man, about 50, with a hooked nose, a greasy black ponytail at the nape of his neck, and a cruel air about him. Loz gasped. Suddenly, he realized he knew this 'Hojo' all to well. This man was ShinRa's head scientist, known for his sick, twisted, and illegal experiments on human beings. But, Loz had to admit, there was an aura of intrigue

"Good evening," Hojo said. "May I come in?