A Day in the Life
Reno.
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When he asked for the assignment, it wasn't because it involved a hooker. In fact, it had less to do with that than it did with the fact that it involved Cloud wearing a dress. Even better because it wasn't the first time he'd seen the ex-SOLDIER in one.
The last time, even though he wasn't assigned, Reno was witness to a whole new Cloud he hadn't ever expected to see. And in an un-Reno-like move, he never mentioned it to the ex-mercenary. Instead, he held onto that piece of gold for the absolutely right opportunity to spring it on him. But the purely evil (he convinced himself) Turk was more regretful that he hadn't had the chance to get a picture of it. It would have been perfect. More than perfect. Divine. Cloud would never live it down.
Instead, Reno was stuck with just the memory of it. But that would suffice for now.
Until today.
Cloud in a dress always makes for a great day. No—a fantastic day.
"A bet, eh?"
Reno raised his empty glass in the direction of the blond. The blond ex-SOLDIER was currently making his way through the crowded bar toward one of the tables near the back.
Next to the redhead, Rude raised his eyebrow at Tifa's explanation.
"It's not as if he agreed to it beforehand," she supplied. "He simply failed to do what I asked. This is his way of—"
"Punishment."
By that time, Cloud was standing before the three with a very Cloud-like expression.
"—redemption." Tifa grinned. "Stop moping, Cloud. It's not that bad," she rolled her eyes.
Reno raked his eyes down Cloud's femininely-adorned figure. He had to admit that the dress threw him off for a moment—what with the exceptionally muscular physique Cloud tended to hide behind his normal attire. First, he didn't expect the blond's toned body to affect him so. And second, there was nothing about that body that struck the redhead as particularly feminine. Though the dress was quite revealing, and though it fulfilled the purpose of humiliating the infuriating ex-mercenary, it didn't actually add to the picture of Cloud Strife that Reno knew.
Though Reno was finding his mental picture of Cloud Strife quickly changing.
"Nice dress," he remarked, trying to get his attention back on track. And yet, that didn't quite do it.
Instead of snapping back with an equally sarcastic response, the blond reached for Reno's now refilled glass and downed it in one swig.
"Yeah," Cloud finally answered after a moment. "Thanks."
The redheaded Turk imagined Cloud probably wanted to be anywhere but there at that precise moment. To be fair, Reno didn't care where they were, as long as Cloud was there wearing the dress.
"Hey, Strife," Reno smirked.
Cloud turned to face him with one of his patented bored looks—Reno honestly didn't care how the situation was affecting the blond—and raised an eyebrow.
Click!
Snapping his phone shut, Reno didn't even try to hide the fact that he now was the proud owner of Cloud Strife blackmail. And though said Cloud Strife could be a substantial threat if he wanted to be, Reno was unafraid.
Instead, he leered at the other man, reached up, and tapped Cloud's nose.
"See ya later, doll,"—and walked out.