Hairspray

"Welcome to the Dolphin's Tail Spa and Resort," the man behind the desk smiles brightly.

Tifa smiles back, "Hi…we're here for the Highwind wedding party."

Dolphin Tail? Who the heck names a resort after the name of an animal, and not even a name of an animal…a body part, specifically being that of a tail? I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I do not find the phrase Dolphin tail refreshing or spa worthy.

…Not that I'm going to the spa in the first place, but I'm thinking of Tifa here…Tifa who has unfortunately resorted to a thin, white button up shirt over her bikini. Well, I guess it's better than having random guys gawk at my girl's chest. Mine. Back off.

"And the happy couple's name?" he grins brightly.

"Strife," Tifa grins.

The man types in something on the computer, "Ah yes, here we are. Your room is suite 403…it's a beachfront."

Tifa grins again "Thanks."

"And here are your keys, and a brochure on all the lovely things our spa and resort offer here."

Man he is too…giddy. Floppy wrist.

"You just need to sign here," he hands over a sheet of paper, and a pen.

Tifa grabs it and elbows me in the gut "Sign, Cloud."

I stare at her, and she sighs, "Because Cloud, it's your name, not mine."

Right. I take the pen from her and sign it quickly, and Tifa hands the paper back over to the man. Thing.

"Oh! Let me see that ring, darling," he cries, spotting Tifa's ring.

She holds her hand out and he takes it, staring at the ring. Any other time I'd be bothered by a man holding Tifa's hand, but something tells me he isn't much of a threat.

Or to be clearer, is playing for the other team.

"Oh honey…you know, I was a little thrown off by the bald thing, but obviously he has good taste."

You freaking bastard.

Tifa laughs, "Oh, it was an accident. He really does have the nicest hair."

"Yes, I can tell he's a blonde…how long does he wear it? Personally I find it hard to style my hair…I can't find a good styling gel."

"Oh," Tifa reaches into her purse, pulling out her wallet, "I have a picture of his hair…take a look, you won't believe it."

Holy crap! What?! Stop talking to this man about my hair! It's really starting to freak me out here!

The man looks at the picture incredulously, "Oh my Gawd…look at those locks."

Someone save me…please.

"He never has split ends either…I don't know how he keeps his hair so healthy. He uses generic shampoo and everything," Tifa says.

The man looks at me, "What kind of styling gel do you use?"

He's genuine in the question, but I can't help it…I'm so pissed off right now and uncomfortable on about twelve different levels.

I glare at him, "I don't."

To most people, this glare would've shut him up for good...however, he's a little persistant.

He gasps, "It's natural?! No way, honey…that can't be true!"

Tifa giggles, "It is…been that way since he was a kid."

The man hands back the picture, "See, now that it is darling. It's very rare you see childhood couples make it this far."

Find a happy place…find a happy place…find a happy place.

God I want Bikini Tifa back.

Tifa agrees expressively, "Isn't it true, though? It's so hard to stay in touch with people now a day."

"I know, sweetie…I can't tell you the last time I went out on a date. It's so hard to find a good man," he leans in close, as if I can't hear him, "Is he…?"

"Oh, yes," Tifa smiles brightly, "He's a pretty good guy."

Aw, thank you.

"He has his faults,"

Alright you can stop now.

"But everyone does."

The man leans in on the counter, "So true…so are you two married yet or just engaged?"

"Engaged," Tifa replies, "We're planning on announcing it at our friends' wedding reception. Well, at least sometime this week."

"That's wonderful! I love weddings, they're so great."

"I agree."

It's like listening to girl talk except one of them isn't a GIRL. Damn, I need an escape! Why isn't it busier? This dude needs to do his job, not gossip all day.

I sigh, turning to see Cid walking towards us.

He reaches us quickly, a bottle clutched in his hand, "Hey, having problems with the room?"

"No."

He narrows his eyes, "Then why are you still over here?"

I turn my head slightly, trying to listen in on where their conversation has taken them.

"—you read that book? Wasn't it tragic though," Tifa coos.

"Oh, I know dear…both lovers died at the end…it was so sad, I almost cried. When I saw the movie though, I did cry…just something about it really touched me. Have you seen the movie too?"

I look back at Cid, seeing him stare past me, stunned at the two apparently now friends conversing.

He looks back at me, "Oh…that's why," he shakes his head, as if to clear his mind, "Make sure he doesn't come to the wedding."

"Right."

"Here," Cid holds out the bottle.

I frown, taking it. It's made of blue glass, and I lift the top, catching a whiff of strawberries and bananas.

"…Cid...?"

He leans in, whispering, "I would've given it to you sooner, but…it's kind of secret…the whole hair thing. I mean, with me…obviously not with you."

I glare at him, "What?"

"It's this stuff I made Yuffie make up for me. It really works, Cloud, I swear, damnit. I think you need it more than I do, anyways."

"…It smells like strawberries—

"Would you rather be bald you little pansy? Man, you're one conceited son of a—

"Alright, thanks Cid."

"Yeah, right, whatever," his eyes move past me again, "You sure he isn't moving in on your woman? You know I heard that's the new tactic with some younger guys. Pretend they're…well, that way, and then bam! Hallelujah they've seen the light and go for the girl. They do that just to get close to 'em."

I glance over my shoulder, catching sight of the man, "Yeah…I'm not really too concerned about it," I turn back to Cid, "Oh, and you might want to hide Shera's brothers."

Cid's eyes widen, then narrow, "Shit…I knew I forgot something."

"So you knew…Yuffie…?"

"Are you crazy? Of course I knew she'd be freaking out all over them. I swear, she's like a freaking vulture! I tell you, never go anywhere with that little siren. I witnessed it, and I still don't know how these men fall for it! It's insanity! If that's what our future men are, well, we're screwed!"

"So…um, how do I…or how much do I put—

"Man, just go ahead and dump the whole bottle on your head…seriously, see that bathroom over there? Hop to it. I mean, obviously, these two little best friends will be fine without you for a minute. Just rub it on, and wait."

"How…fast does it work?"

Cid laughs, and walks off. I stare at the bottle, and glance at Tifa and…her new found friend.

Dammit.

I take off for the bathroom Cid had pointed to, and walk in. I head over to the sinks, and take the top off again. I sniff it, a little dubious about the strawberry and banana mix, but sigh.

I know it hasn't been long, but I miss my hair…but if this works, I'll owe Yuffie thanks.

Dammit.

"Hey man, there isn't much to style."

I glare over my shoulder at the offending guy, and he holds up his hands, "Sorry."

I wait for him to leave before dumping the contents of the bottle onto my head. Cold cold cold!

I shake my head, and stare up at the mirror.

I have a wet head…and no hair.

This was pointless. I chuck the bottle into the trash and head outside the bathroom. I pause to get something to drink, seeing Tifa still talking. I kill sometime outside, grabbing up our bags from Cid so when we actually finally go to our room, we'll have them. I drag them inside to the desk, and drop them beside Tifa.

The man looks up, "…Ehmahgawd."

Tifa turns and gasps "Hair! You have hair!"

I have…hair! I have hair! Sweet day it's true! I have hair again! Granted, it's not very long…I can tell by running my fingers through it, its only about two inches long, but dammit that's two more inches closer to normal than ten minutes ago.

Yes!

Tifa reaches up and hugs my head, running her hands through it, "How…?"

"Some hair tonic stuff…I got it from Cid, who got it from Yuffie."

Tifa stares up incredulously at me, "You…put something on your head that came from Yuffie?"

I shrug, "It was a risk I was willing to take."

She turns back to the man, "Look, Cecil. He has hair!"

"I know! Oh it will be a good week," he beams, and then frowns, "Man, looks like a rush is coming in. Come and visit me anytime Tifa dear! I'll send the bellhop for your bags. You two can go on up."

She grasps his hand once, "Thanks, Cecil!"

Cecil?

She grabs my hand and pulls me to the elevator. I glance over my shoulder, spotting someone in the crowd.

…It'd be a shame for Tifa to lose a friend so fast…I really hope Cecil doesn't ask Vincent how he styles his hair.

A/N: In honor of Hairspray...I love musicals, and the original version of it. I wonder if the new one will be any good? I gave the summary an update too. It needed a little spice. Cecil is officialy the greatest OC ever. I love him. I can't imagine what Vincent would do if anyone ever asked him about his long lustrous locks. Thanks for reviews loves!