ext_79815 ([identity profile] churched.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] seventhe 2008-06-13 01:34 pm (UTC)

Nice! I approve.

Part 9: A tryst

Seifer paced along the floor of the hotel room. He didn't get nervous often--in battle, he existed on pure adrenaline, and occasionally a bit too much rum. But this was unlike anything he had ever done before.

There was a knock at the door. Seifer stared at it for a long moment before opening it. "Hi."

The woman gave him a coolly appraising look, before walking past him into the room. She wore a long trench coat, a few sizes too big for her, with her hands holding on to the already tied belt.

She inspected the curtains, before turning to face Seifer. "You got the money?"

He pointed his chin at the small package on the rightmost bed. "Count it if you want."

Not moving from her spot, the woman stared at the package for a long moment, her lips pursed.

"It's fine," she finally said. She began to pull at the sash on her trench coat, before shrugging her shoulders out. Seifer sat down on the edge of the bed, unsure of what his role would be in this. The trench coat fell into a puddle of cloth at her feet, and he found himself breathing in sharply.

She was wearing a knee length black leather jacket, shiny from disuse.

"Well?" The woman--the jacket carrier, he corrected himself--quirked a brow in an impatient fashion.

Seifer never got the coat, for in the next moment, the door burst open and they were both arrested--for it turned out that the use of Estharian Marlboro hide in clothing was illegal. When he returned to Garden, a week later, his older coat was gone, but he could have sworn he saw Nida strutting down the cafeteria hallway in it.

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