JL Sigman (jlsigman) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-27 10:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: jlsigman, f: final fantasy vii, p: elena/other, september 27 |
Final Fantasy VII, Elena: Bad girl - "A girl has to have a little fun now and again."
Author: jlsigman
Rating: R for lots of the f-word
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 811
Summary: Elena gets drunk, angsts about her co-workers, and looks for a charity screw
Prompt: September 27th, #6 Final Fantasy VII, Elena: Bad girl - "A girl has to have a little fun now and again."
A/N: OMG, one on time!!
Every town has its bad side, and despite the WRO using Rufus’s money to make Edge all shiny, the shadows could still be found if you turned the wrong way enough times. The hub of the shadows was a bar called the Black Heart, a nasty place where criminals met to cut deals or each other while drinking liquor that was more rubbing alcohol than grain. The Turks periodically kept an eye on the place, but as long as the criminals weren’t affecting Rufus’s bottom line, they left it alone.
Elena moodily stared at the four shots of liquor in front of her. She was out of uniform, off the net, unavailable to be reached at this time, and probably wouldn’t check her messages if she made it back home. She was feeling more than a little sorry for herself, left out, and longing for what she couldn’t have. And horny as hell, just to drive her that much more crazy. She had wanted a bar where no-one would know her, which meant that the Seventh Heaven and the Square E uptown were off limits. Here, as long as she paid cash for everything, they wouldn’t be able to trace her to what she normally was.
Four drinks. Four men who had way too much influence over her. Four fuckers she wanted to forget for a little while. They all had something to do, whether it was a job or each other, and she was alone. Again. As usual. She looked at the four glasses and smirked to herself. Well, a girl had to have some fun every once in a while, lest they start think about throwing themselves from the helicopter while it was still in the air.
She picked up the first shot, muttered, “Rude,” and knocked it back. Rude, the silent one, who couldn’t be bothered to give any advice or praise. He just stared from behind his ever-present dark glasses until you turned away, squirming. She took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for the burn to go away, blinking tears from her eyes. Not that he was actually looking at you when he stared, no, that would mean he acknowledged your existence. The only one he gave any shits about was his partner.
She picked up the second glass, snarled, “Reno,” and gulped it down. Asshole. Red-headed wild-eyed fucking crazy dumbass. Nothing but sneers and sarcasm, unless he was kissing the boss’s ass. Her lip curled bitterly, and some of the patrons who had thought she might be an easy mark changed their minds and looked elsewhere. He could fuck up all day but wouldn’t get anything worse than a raised eyebrow. If she did, she wouldn’t hear the end of it for days. The sneers that she was in the wrong place, that she couldn’t live up to her sister’s rep and should just give up. It hurt the most when it came from their leader.
She raised the third drink, sighed at her stupid heart, and murmured, “Tseng,” before drinking. Tseng the beautiful, the powerful, the utterly unattainable. Oh, he’d sleep with her, and would even enjoy it, but she wanted more than his dick. But his heart was not to be won, no matter what she did or said, despite sharing torture and pain and near death. It belonged to Shinra… to Rufus Shinra, to be exact, and there was no way to break that bond, forged when Rufus found Tseng nearly dead at the old Ancient’s Temple and whisked him away to safety. She almost sneered at how Tseng was more a woman than she was for that.
She eyed the fourth drink. This was the dangerous one, the one she had to be seriously drunk to contemplate. Her head was heavy on her shoulders; her eyes wouldn’t quite focus all the way. She guessed it was safe to pick it up, although she wouldn’t dare say the name out loud. With a quiet, mental, “Rufus Shinra,” she poured the liquor down her throat. It burned, like Rufus’s eyes when he looked straight at you. It left her breathless, like his anger. It made her squirm, like the knowledge that he owned her, every cell, and could command her to do anything, no matter how distasteful. She was sure it was only a matter of time before he wanted an heir, and who was the nearest available brood mare?
She shuddered and stood up, almost too fast. Someone put a hand on her back to steady her, and she whirled around, combat reflexes taking over. He had long black hair, silky smooth, but the eyes were lighter, more a hazel than a deep brown. Close enough for her. She leaned up against him, rubbing her hips against his. “Dance with me?” she slurred. A girl’s gotta have her fun while she can.