For Reeve

[emovampboy]

When it came to use of his phone, Vincent was very much like Cloud. He left it on, received messages and listened to or read them, but quite rarely responded. The few times he did respond tended to be if he deemed an actual answer to be required, or when from time to time Marlene got hold of Cloud or Tifa's phone and contacted him. Since it was so rare for her to do so, he always took it as a good thing to answer.

Which meant he had answered when she called him a few days after a message from Tifa asking him to come to a party for the girl, which he had ignored; his first mistake. Once answered, the girl had spent several minutes speaking to him, until suddenly springing the question of if he were coming to her party and making it quite impossible for him to really say no without seeming like a total heel, and so he agreed to go; his second mistake. And then he had made his third mistake - actually going.

At first, it really wouldn't have seemed to have been a bad idea. He knew everyone who was invited, how they acted around one another, and that Tifa would keep the whole group from going completely crazy over the course of the night, but he had not expected having to assist in breaking up one of Cloud and Barrett's squabbles when the woman had to leave for a short time to fetch something, and honestly he was glad that Reeve was invited and could help diffuse the situation with; especially when Yuffie and a very unhelpful Cid decided it would be a great idea to bet on who would win if they actually took to fistacuffs over whatever stupid thing it was this time which set them off.

All of this had left him rather done with company, and as soon as Tifa was back to be the adult in the situation, he'd snuck outside for some relative peace and quiet.

Comments

[emovampboy]

"Yuffie. I'm not interested in little girls. And Cid has Shera. You're perfectly safe." She's not going to listen, of course, but he'll say it because he can, keeping an eye out for the car.

[plate_builder]

“Not little,” Yuffie protests and Reeve chuckles at that.

“You are to him,” Reeve remind her. “But you can sit up front. I think Vincent can probably handle me annoying him for a bit longer.”

They round a corner down the street and to Vincent’s trained senses this would clearly not be just another corner. One man sits on a stoop, a lit cigarette between his fingers but the ashes aren’t flicked out randomly like a real smoker might have. Instead they all seem to have fallen, as if the thing hasn’t really been smoked. Further down the street is a luxury car with tinted window and nearby a woman watching them intently.

“My team. Driver and final guard in the car.”

[emovampboy]

Red eyes scan the security detail quickly: gauging strength, intention, skill, before flicking back to the car. He knows better than to ask questions.

"You'll have to help me get Cid in the car. He's about unconscious now."

[plate_builder]

He is free to judge. Reeve has made do with the best that he can get. As he approaches he mumbles a greeting in Wutain and the guards move from watch mode to a touch more attentive. Not as good as Turks of course.

“Yuffie, get in front,” Reeve dismisses her as he moves to help Cid. The third guard climbs out of the car to help them get the unconscious Cid loaded.

[emovampboy]

Vincent makes sure Cid is settled against a window, so he isn't resting on either Vincent or Reeve, and then indicates Reeve to get in next.

"I'll give Shera a call while we are on the way to the hotel."

[plate_builder]

“Kind if you,” Reeve says as he climbs in after Cid. A dismissive gesture gets his guard to leave for the second vehicle. Once in he buckles Cid up and gets himself buckled. Even squeezes to make sure Vincent has plenty of room. No doubt there man will want such.

[emovampboy]

Vincent isn't worried so much about space, used to small amounts, both due to his choice and not his choice. Still, he gives Reeve an appreciative nod.

"Do you know if Cid had an actual room, or do we have to see if the hotel has one open?"

[plate_builder]

"I have his key," Reeve says, patting his pocket. "Do you already have one? Cid said he had two beds. You could stay with him."

Reeve himself will just be content to go back to his place. He's not going to spend money to save himself time.

[emovampboy]

"I have a room." He figures that's all that needs to be said, since Reeve can easily put together that Vincent planned ahead for this.

[plate_builder]

"At least someone planned well," Reeve shrugs. With that, though, he's quiet for the rest of the rather brief drive to the inn. Once they arrive it's a matter of getting Cid unloaded from the vehicle, mostly because Yuffie bounces out of the vehicle the moment she gets the chance and bolts inside. He'll have to trust that she can take care of herself.

"He's on the second floor. Room 2-F," Reeve says to Vincent. He's going to need a touch of help.

[emovampboy]

Being on the outside of the car meant Vincent was already moving to grab for Cid as soon as Reeve shifted him, a much easier thing for him than others. "You lead, I'll carry."

[plate_builder]

Simple enough. With the two of them it takes almost no time to get Cid up to his room, and while Reeve does have to let most of the man's weight rest on Vincent when he moves away to unlock the door and push it open, he handles this well enough. Once inside he helps manhandle Cid to the nearest bed and lets him tip over to fall onto it. After that he strips the man's boots, coat and goggles. The rest Cid can do when he wakes. Then he drops the key down on a nearby nightstand and looks to Vincent.

"Well then, thank you for your assistance. I hope you have a good night."

[emovampboy]

Vincent does his part, which seems to be handling getting Cid shifted to a position he won't be aching too badly in the morning and covering him up for the evening.

He then turns to look at Reeve. "Are you heading home?"

[plate_builder]

"Well, as my other option at this point is laying down in the other bed, or next to him I suppose, it would seem the best option," Reeve chuckles. With that he gestures toward the door. They should see themselves out.

[emovampboy]

"He snores." Vincent moves go the door, opening if for Reeve, and tips his head to the right. "If you are too tired to go back, I have space in my room."

[plate_builder]

"I remember," Reeve admits with another very light laugh. "Thank you for the offer, truly, but I was mostly making a joke. I'm still quite awake. Might as well go back to my place, it's only a big away from here. And I expect you'd welcome your space back."

He can't imagine Vincent would have offered had he known that Reeve could easily walk to his own place were it not for security concerns.

[emovampboy]

The offer would have been made regardless. Vincent may have a complex about himself and what he's done wrong, but he was still the type of person to help. And security or not, when one was tired, they were tired.

Plus, there might have been a part of him not wanting to go back to silence just yet.

"Then at least let me offer you a drink."

[plate_builder]

"Well that I won't say no to, provided it isn't caffeinated coffee," Reeve smirks at the man. "I do want to get sleep sometime tonight."

He can tell that Vincent is reaching out, not that he much understands why. Still, he's going to accept it. Seems like Vincent could use some attention tonight. Spending all that time in the quiet of a forest must be maddening, even to someone like him.

[emovampboy]

"There's water or liquor." He's managed to shut the door to Cid's door quietly, and starts moving towards his room. "Not sure we want the latter. May still have to clean up a Yuffie mess."

[plate_builder]

"You have liquor in your room?" Reeve asks, a mused at that. Probably provided by the minibar or something. Still, he's a touch amused. "I suppose as the oldest members of AVALANCHE we need to set a good example and not be drunkards."

Granted they are the oldest only when one discounts Nanaki due to the comparative level of maturity per his own species and the fact that Reeve has approximately three months on Barret.

[emovampboy]

"Hotel provided." He shrugs softly, and then glances to Reeve. "I don't think I can get drunk, however."

[plate_builder]

"Have you tried? I almost feel that if anyone deserves a night of alcohol, it's you. Not that I'm suggesting you do so. Still, I feel like I might rescue a sip or two of whatever is in your room."

Because he doesn't have any pressing issues in the morning, which means for once he can spare himself a minor relaxation. "But if that bothers you, I'll take water. Lead on?"

[emovampboy]

"Not since Chaos." He moves to a door that's just a few down from Cid's, using a card to get in. "You're welcome to have what you'd like. Should warn your team first, though."

[plate_builder]

"Of course," Reeve agrees. His phone is already out and he texts them an update of where he is, who he's with, and what he's doing. Once they're in the room he immediately moves to take one of a set of chairs, focused on the quick conversation. Then, with a sigh of annoyance, he raises the phone to take a quick picture of Vincent. "Apparently they're concerned that if you do something to me they'll need to describe you to the authorities. I'm sending a picture to provide them some comfort. I miss having privacy."

He'd rather not touch on the subject of Chaos. The things done to Vincent were not the most cheerful nightcap talk.

[emovampboy]

"Tall, red-eyed weirdo... to quote Yuffie." He himself is moving to unlock the liquor cabinet, rambling off what is in there so Reeve can choose what he likes.