[Perhaps part of the reason he doesn't look like an executive is because, well, he didn't want to be here. This wasn't something REEVE had wanted to do after all. This was something he got strong armed into. Something that the other executives had gotten him for his anniversary with the company.
A ticket to the Honeybee, for one private performance. The worst part that Reeve had been escorted down to the slums for this. Well, no, not just that. While Shinra wasn't popular in the slums, Reeve definitely wasn't high up there in people's opinions. Because apparently he wasn't doing a good enough job. If people only understood how much he tried to fight for them and...
No, that wasn't important or relevant. What was important and or relevant was that though this was a VIP, Reeve was not dressed as such. No suit, definitely no tie. Apparently, at Tseng's command, Reno and Rude had raided his apartment for something more 'casual'. Which mostly meant only very nice slacks and a shirt with a collar of a shade of gray that 'brought out his eyes' according to Rude. None of it expensive. And the two Turks had escorted him down here, dropping him off down the block and giving him a look that said they would know.
Reeve didn't doubt it.
So he sat nervously on the nice, soft couch, and stared down at his hands, waiting for his performer. The sooner they started, the sooner it was over, the sooner he could go home.]
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Date: 2020-05-05 01:43 am (UTC)A ticket to the Honeybee, for one private performance. The worst part that Reeve had been escorted down to the slums for this. Well, no, not just that. While Shinra wasn't popular in the slums, Reeve definitely wasn't high up there in people's opinions. Because apparently he wasn't doing a good enough job. If people only understood how much he tried to fight for them and...
No, that wasn't important or relevant. What was important and or relevant was that though this was a VIP, Reeve was not dressed as such. No suit, definitely no tie. Apparently, at Tseng's command, Reno and Rude had raided his apartment for something more 'casual'. Which mostly meant only very nice slacks and a shirt with a collar of a shade of gray that 'brought out his eyes' according to Rude. None of it expensive. And the two Turks had escorted him down here, dropping him off down the block and giving him a look that said they would know.
Reeve didn't doubt it.
So he sat nervously on the nice, soft couch, and stared down at his hands, waiting for his performer. The sooner they started, the sooner it was over, the sooner he could go home.]