Rude glowered as he stepped over the threshold into his new "office" as Kay had called it. The air assaulted him with the scent of sweat mixed with fruity air spray; it took all the self control he possessed to keep from gagging.
"So, you must be the new guy eh?" A gruff voice spoke from beside the bald man. Rude shifted his gaze to the man, eyes narrowed slightly. The man appeared to be your typical grease bag. Cheap cologne, false leather, and a tacky tie caused the tall man to snort.
One greasy eyebrow rose. "I guess that's a yes huh?" Rude nodded.
"Alright, follow me to your dressing room. Cindy will fix you up." A sinking feeling covered the TURK, but Rude followed none the less.
A short walk later Rude found himself being more or less shoved into a pink lighted room. Disgust stirred in Rude's stomach as he looked around the room, the faint click of the door nothing but muffled static to his mind.
A clothes rack stood in the far side of the room, on the right of a large mirror smudged with a strange substance. A fluffy pink couch sat in the middle of the room and Rude faintly wondered when the last time it had been sanitized was.
Shuddering inwardly, Rude moved hesitantly through the room to the cushioned desk chair in front of the mirror. As he sat down, the bald man couldn't deny that he looked incredibly pale.
Why would Kay choose, out of all the jobs in the world, this for him? If she had chosen this for Reno, or even Genesis Rhapsodos, he would understand. But him? What was she thinking?
After a moment of consideration, the older man decided he'd rather not know.
Rude was so entrapped with his thoughts; he hadn't heard the door creaking as it opened. He was so concentrated; he hadn't noticed the footsteps crossing the carpeted floor. And he was so spaced-out he didn't notice the figure standing behind him until it was too late.
"Hello sugar, my name is Cindy. You must Rod?" Rude would forever deny that startled yelp had come from him. The man leapt to his feet, spinning on his heel as he did.
A blonde with a horrible dye job stood in front of him with a smile that appeared "Cindy" would very much like to eat him adorning her face.
Clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably Rude opened his mouth to speak.
"It's Rude."
" 'scuse me?" Cindy said smiling in a way she obviously thought was seductively. Rude wondered if she needed medical attention.
"My name is Rude."
"Ahh, well that's a strong name for a strong man…" She smiled as she pushed Rude backward into the chair.
"What kind of…movie…is this?" Rude couldn't deny the nauseous feeling gathering in the pit of his stomach.
"You mean what's the plot? It's a spy movie, so you don't really have to change sugar." Rude could honestly say that didn't help to calm his nerves.
"Sooooo, tell me something honey," Cindy began rubbing his knee through his pants, "are you fully on the other team? Or is this just a money problem?" Rude blinked rapidly.
"What do you mean?" The bald man's voice came out slowly, cautiously.
The look Cindy gave him would almost be considered cute, had it not been for the pound of makeup on her face.
"You do realize this is gay porn right?"
The outraged wails emitting from the room was enough to make all of the "actors" cringe.
Angeal sighed peacefully as he watered the many flowers Ms. Gainsborough had in her shop. The young lady certainly had a talent for this. Just as Angeal leaned down to get a small whiff of a rare black rose, the small bell hung above the door signaled a customer.
Snapping back to his full height, Angeal turned to face his new customer.
"Welcome to the Shinra Flower Shop, how may I help you?" The man who had entered was nothing short of….odd. He could almost pass for Cadet Strife's twin brother, save for the fact his hair was a chocolate brown instead of blonde.
"Oh, um, hi! I was supposed to come here and, uh, help. Kay said. I'm Sora!"
Angeal observed the boy for a second before nodding.
"It's nice to meet you Sora. I'm Commander Angeal Hewley, however please call me Angeal." An energetic nod was the Commander's response.
"So, what do you need me to do?" Sora asked, smiling happily.
"You could start by watering those over there." Angeal gestured to a small group of potted plants on the other side of the store.
"No problem!" Sora said, picking up the watering can and jogging through the store to the opposite side.
Angeal smiled slightly as he turned to the desk to begin sorting papers. No more than five minutes later a startled yelp jolted the Commander from his work.
Looking up, Angeal saw the young man, Sora, dashing through the store.
There was a very angry looking Venus Fly Trap attached to his wrist.
Author's Note: I apologize for not updating this. I lost my muse for a short while. I hope this chapter almost makes up for it. These jobs are stretching out longer than I expected them to. Please review! Sincerely, Kay.