neopoints | here at the honeybee inn. / open

[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.

he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.

don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.

andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.

( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )

so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.

and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.

the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]

Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -

[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.

the blonde pulls a face.

don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.

he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]

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Well.. maybe you do.

[ he crosses his legs. ]

Just not in the way they think.

[Fair enough. Reeve concedes the point with a tilt of his head.]

Yes, the whole 'relieving of stress' you implied. Or did you mean another thing. That I'm too full of myself? Too self important?

[Please, tell him, there will be no repercussions his tone seems to say.]

[ speak honestly? yeah, he can do that. he's got a smart mouth and no common sense. ]

You walked in here feeling sorry for me, making decisions about what I want before you even spoke to me.

[Interesting. And a fair point. Reeve nods his understanding.]

Well then. Be honest, Cirrus. Do you wish to sleep with me? Or any Shinra Executive for that matter? I can't imagine you would want to. Scarlet is... rough on those she feels she has power over. Heidegger is crass and bloody minded. Palmer is... Palmer. Hojo, I do not believe, would ever come down here save for things I dare not contemplate. The President...

[The man's ego and hunger for power could not translate well to the experiences of those around him.]

And myself? I am hardly a catch, coming in here awkwardly and only starting to develop more confidence as I feel the warmth of the wine in my blood.

[ i want to go to bedd. ]

You? Yeah. So long as you aren't secretly into something really weird and messed up. The rest of them I'd rather not see again... but it's my job. It provides for me and gives me money to send back to my family. I take the good with the bad.

[ reaching out to trail a hand down his bicep. work with him here, you awkward nerd. ]

And this could be really good.

[A hand. On his arm. Reeve stares like he's been bitten. And he flinches back from that.]

S-surely you're being paid no matter what I chose to do with the limited time I have in your beautiful but unexpected company.

[ GOd with this hot and cold. he draws his hand back. ]

I already said you're calling the shots. You just asked what I wanted.

[He didn't expect the answer was actually 'Reeve', okay?]

I did, but that wasn't... You're likely doing this because you were told to, correct?

[Please, just give him a lifeline here. Assure him that it's okay that he's not staring. That it's for the best.]

Honeybees don't need to pollinate any flowers they don't want to.

[ deadpan.

also, basically a lie. but dear god. ]

[Reeve just stares. The awkwardness is completely replaced by the desdest look imaginable.]

You... did not just say that. Please tell me you didn't just say something as horrible as what I just hurt.

[ he cracks half a smile. ]

Company policy, word for word. Andrea goes heavy on the metaphors.

[He's serious. Reeve keeps staring.]

That's a bit of a mess, isn't it? I don't buy the line. This is not what you'd desire, I expect. An awkward man such as myself.

[ he raises an eyebrow. ]

There are men who'd turn their noses up at sleeping with me, too. Would that stop you from it?

If the circumstances were different?

[If they were different, he'd try to catch the younger man's eye. But as they stood...]

But they are not different. So the question is moot I suppose.

Then we don't have to do anything.

[ so, like, time to just wait out the clock he guesses? ugh. he wants to go to bed. ]

For what it's worth, Reeve, they probably sent you here to try to act out some dark fantasy. Not to be the perfect gentleman and have a nice night.

Dark fantasy?

[What? Why would that be a thing?]

But, I'm... I try to be a gentleman.

[ he really doesn't know, does he. ]

And you have been.

[Listen, he's just a very nice man. Or tries to be.]

Good. Were i not, my mother would no doubt chew my ear off about it. She'd say that big city life was ruining the country manners she prides herself on.

[But really, what was the point to those manners in so cruel a world as this?]

You're from the country?

As from the county as any farm-kid. Though i didn't stay there. Drawn by the need to be something different, something new.

[Many people in the city were from places outside of Midgar.]

[ well, that's uncomfortably close to home. ]

Unlike many of us, you actually found real success.

[Was this success? Reeve didn't think so. He sighed and lifted his wrist to check his watch. Not enough time. He didn't want to see like a quick finisher.]

Perhaps I have. Or perhaps I sold my soul

The cost of entering Midgar is your soul. It's what you do with it that matters.

What one does with their soul? I thought we agreed that we lost it coming here?

[Now he was smiling.]

All I hope to buy with mine is as much as I can get for people who can't get as good a trade in.

That's noble, but condescending.

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