MC Lullaby Girls 03

Oh Crap. I can't do this. Not with all my friends here! Selphie Tilmitt, who was currently working undercover, fretted. She stared at her less than modest attire. Candy, her work buddy, had picked it out for her. It was, to say the least, some sort of hanky that managed to scarcely cover her upper body. And let's not even talk about her skirt.

And everyone, every single person whose opinion I value is here. Quistis, Squall, Rinoa… dear sweet lord! Is Rinoa doing a bump and grind?!

“Ten minutes girls! Then you go up there and shake that tush!” Kieran hollered backstage, where all of Glitter Tech's dancers were gathered. Primping and such.

“Sel, hey. Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. I got the jitters too you know? Don't look so surprised. I was pretty decent before I came here… though I can see why you'd think otherwise. This get up does present a less than innocent image doesn't it?” Candy said, smiling in sympathy. Candy who was currently morbidly dressed in a bikini sort of out fit with gigantic big feathers sticking out the back of her …attire.

Before she could say anything to her work buddy, Candy, it was time to shine. Taking a deep breath, Selphie took a step to what she thought of as the plank towards a sea of crocs.

“I'm home.” Selphie called out to the dim apartment, placing her keys on the drawer before properly greeting Irvine with a casual nod.

Irvine barely looked at her as he stared at the TV screen. He hadn't gotten up from the couch since she had left for the interview...probably too busy watching the tele to care about anything else. Hyne knows he does it every other day of the week. When he doesn't have missions or training of course. Still…

“Hey Sef, how was the interview? There were more reports about the Henchman being made, but nothing we haven't heard before.” Irvine informed her, as if they had not had a tiff earlier in the day.

Selphie nodded at the comment. “ I got the job. Big yay. I start tonight by the way. Seems like they are in need of more girls. Seeing as how the ones they had are dead or too afraid of coming back to the club. Candy, the girl helping the beginners get acquainted with the club told me so. Oh and she also told me of my new make over and wardrobe change.”

Irvine smiled as he saw her rolling her eyes. Taking a look at his smile Selphie humphed with exasperation, causing him to laugh out loud.

Zell Dincht, owner of one fourth of the Loft - the city apartment he, Selphie, Irvine and Quistis shared, was the first to arrive at the gang's usual eating-place. Excluding Selphie and Irvine who were already there. From an onlooker's view, it might seem like they were on a date. But Zell, knowing them since they were toddlers knew better. If you ignored how very close they were sitting to each other and how Irvine whispered into Selphie's ear as a lover (and not a friend) would, they would appear to be two platonic friends having an innocent meal together.

Which made Zell wonder about their status quo. He didn't have the opportunity to wonder… he was already spotted by the cowboy.

“So, what are you guys doing tonight? Chris is working at the library; so, I'm game for a night out with my pals. If you have somewhere to go that is.”

His friends looked at each other, silently communicating in a way only close friends could. He saw Selphie frown a little, before he heard Irvine say, “Zell, we are going dancing at Glitter-Tech. If you want to, you can tag along.”

“Ok Zell, you can stop trying to look so amused. We're just going there to check out the area. You know for leads.” Selphie drawled in her slight Trabian accent. Earning her a chuckle from Irvine, which she promptly chose to return with a light smack on his forearm.

“Yeah and the fact that Selphie has a job there. One you could prolly blackmail her with.” Irvine interjected.

“Little Seffie is going to be Glitter-Tech's new heat dancer.” If Zell's eyes could have popped out they would have. What in the name of the devil is going on? But then, he remembered the mission from last night. The same mission that had Selphie so mad. It had to be about that. Still, it would be cool to see her so… what would you call it?

Snapping out of his line of thought, the same line that would have made Christine gut him like a fish, Zell simply provided a meek yes. Zell Dincht was going to Glitter-Tech tonight.

“So, Irvine, I've been meaning to ask you. What exactly are you two?” Zell shouted, competing with the deafening noise they called music.

“I said what exactly are you and Selphie? Friends, Jedi, chocobo, lovers perhaps?” Zell turned expectantly to Irvine, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but next to Zell. And his curious questioning nature.

What exactly were they? Besides the obvious answer being friends. Somehow, it felt like a lie to say that. If Irvine was honest with himself, he wanted more than that. Wanted to be more than just friends Zell deserved better than the obvious answer, but now was not the time for a step-by-step dissection of his and Selphie's relationship. Or lack there of. So the obvious answer it had to be.

“We're friends,” he said, without managing to prevent a slight pause in between. A pause Zell obviously caught.

“Hah! You paused. Pausing is a definite sign of hesitation!” Zell pointed accusingly to Irvine. “You like her don't you?”

“Zell, that sentence had way too many likes for my liking. And unless you are her father, I seriously doubt that it's any of your business.” Irvine interjected, already starting to walk away from his overly curious friend.

Before either of them could say or do anything else, the atmosphere dimmed. The music was cut off and the usual chatter pattered off into silence. The crowd, most of them uncertain of what was about to happen, was confused. For the usual clubbers, they waited in anticipation as the leveled ground of the dance floor got separated into the two sections. The platforms at the ends were elevated till they were ten feet high.

After a few seconds, the platform burst into flames at its side. A few surprised murmurs from the crowd could be heard, but were quickly drowned by the cheers that had erupted just as suddenly as the miniature explosion.

From the dark arched hallways that were connected from the upper level to the now elevated platform, Glitter-Tech's heat dancers appeared, basking in the spectacular light display- the strobe lights were sweeping across the hall like there was no tomorrow.

Everyone stared; transfixed at the already cavorting bodies of the dancers until suddenly a new, fast dance track came on. The beat caught at their feet as the dancers challenged them, and in the blink of an eye the whole floor was moving to the music.

It seemed whenever the both of them were at Glitter Tech; Irvine was left to perpetual task of searching for his best friend.

“Zell, I'm going to look around, ask some questions. Look out for her.” Irvine turned to leave but was stopped by Zell's comment.

“Already doing that. Boy, who knew huh?” Zell said, nodding his head towards the subject of his statement. “ I so did not know Selphie to be this… wild.” There was Selphie Tilmitt, the orphanage gang's most childlike member, doing a sensual twirl around the metal bar that made up part of the “disco-deco”.

Irvine grimaced as he looked at Selphie, his innocent Selphie in her costume romping about in a compromising way…with her hair twirling and sweat trickling down her gleaming skin…


	One Wild Night Glitter Tech. Backstage. Changing Room. Night. Oh Crap. I can't do this. Not with all my friends here! Selphie Tilmitt, who was currently working undercover, fretted. She stared at her less than modest attire. Candy, her work buddy, had picked it out for her. It was, to say the least, some sort of hanky that managed to scarcely cover her upper body. And let's not even talk about her skirt. If it could be called so. And everyone, every single person whose opinion I value is here. Quistis, Squall, Rinoa… dear sweet lord! Is Rinoa doing a bump and grind?! “Ten minutes girls! Then you go up there and shake that tush!” Kieran hollered backstage, where all of Glitter Tech's dancers were gathered. Primping and such. Ten minutes. Ten Minutes??? What did they say about calming nerves? Oh yeah, breathe deeply. And slowly. “Sel, hey. Don't worry about it. You'll be fine. I got the jitters too you know? Don't look so surprised. I was pretty decent before I came here… though I can see why you'd think otherwise. This get up does present a less than innocent image doesn't it?” Candy said, smiling in sympathy. Candy who was currently morbidly dressed in a bikini sort of out fit with gigantic big feathers sticking out the back of her …attire. Before she could say anything to her work buddy, Candy, it was time to shine. Taking a deep breath, Selphie took a step to what she thought of as the plank towards a sea of crocs. Balamb city. Shared Apartment. Afternoon. “I'm home.” Selphie called out to the dim apartment, placing her keys on the drawer before properly greeting Irvine with a casual nod. Irvine barely looked at her as he stared at the TV screen. He hadn't gotten up from the couch since she had left for the interview...probably too busy watching the tele to care about anything else. Hyne knows he does it every other day of the week. When he doesn't have missions or training of course. Still… Guess we'll get dinner together then. “Hey Sef, how was the interview? There were more reports about the Henchman being made, but nothing we haven't heard before.” Irvine informed her, as if they had not had a tiff earlier in the day. Selphie nodded at the comment. “ I got the job. Big yay. I start tonight by the way. Seems like they are in need of more girls. Seeing as how the ones they had are dead or too afraid of coming back to the club. Candy, the girl helping the beginners get acquainted with the club told me so. Oh and she also told me of my new make over and wardrobe change.” Irvine smiled as he saw her rolling her eyes. Taking a look at his smile Selphie humphed with exasperation, causing him to laugh out loud. “God Irvine, can you be even more of a perv?” Selphie said with slight annoyance. Ruffling her hair, Irvine said, “Come on, let's go get some grub.” * Zell Dincht, owner of one fourth of the Loft - the city apartment he, Selphie, Irvine and Quistis shared, was the first to arrive at the gang's usual eating-place. Excluding Selphie and Irvine who were already there. From an onlooker's view, it might seem like they were on a date. But Zell, knowing them since they were toddlers knew better. If you ignored how very close they were sitting to each other and how Irvine whispered into Selphie's ear as a lover (and not a friend) would, they would appear to be two platonic friends having an innocent meal together. If you ignored all that. Which made Zell wonder about their status quo. He didn't have the opportunity to wonder… he was already spotted by the cowboy. “Zell, over here man!” Irvine beckoned to him, already shifting his seat away from the petite girl. “So, what are you guys doing tonight? Chris is working at the library; so, I'm game for a night out with my pals. If you have somewhere to go that is.” His friends looked at each other, silently communicating in a way only close friends could. He saw Selphie frown a little, before he heard Irvine say, “Zell, we are going dancing at Glitter-Tech. If you want to, you can tag along.” Hmm, interesting both of them out at such a provocative place. Where people went to dance and do other stuff. I really need to ask either of them about their status quo. “Ok Zell, you can stop trying to look so amused. We're just going there to check out the area. You know for leads.” Selphie drawled in her slight Trabian accent. Earning her a chuckle from Irvine, which she promptly chose to return with a light smack on his forearm. “Yeah and the fact that Selphie has a job there. One you could prolly blackmail her with.” Irvine interjected. “Huh?” “Little Seffie is going to be Glitter-Tech's new heat dancer.” If Zell's eyes could have popped out they would have. What in the name of the devil is going on? But then, he remembered the mission from last night. The same mission that had Selphie so mad. It had to be about that. Still, it would be cool to see her so… what would you call it? Snapping out of his line of thought, the same line that would have made Christine gut him like a fish, Zell simply provided a meek yes. Zell Dincht was going to Glitter-Tech tonight. And no sooner had the conversation filtered out, than Quistis, Rinoa and Squall arrived. “Hey gang, guess where we'll be going tonight?” Zell quipped. A loud moan from the petite girl in her trademark yellow dress could be heard throughout the entire table. * “So, Irvine, I've been meaning to ask you. What exactly are you two?” Zell shouted, competing with the deafening noise they called music. “What? Can't hear you!” “I said what exactly are you and Selphie? Friends, Jedi, chocobo, lovers perhaps?” Zell turned expectantly to Irvine, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but next to Zell. And his curious questioning nature. What exactly were they? Besides the obvious answer being friends. Somehow, it felt like a lie to say that. If Irvine was honest with himself, he wanted more than that. Wanted to be more than just friends Zell deserved better than the obvious answer, but now was not the time for a step-by-step dissection of his and Selphie's relationship. Or lack there of. So the obvious answer it had to be. “We're friends,” he said, without managing to prevent a slight pause in between. A pause Zell obviously caught. “Hah! You paused. Pausing is a definite sign of hesitation!” Zell pointed accusingly to Irvine. “You like her don't you?” Irvine shrugged, before replying, “Yeah, don't you?” “Not like like her. Not like you like her.” Irvine frowned a bit, confused at Zell. “Zell, that sentence had way too many likes for my liking. And unless you are her father, I seriously doubt that it's any of your business.” Irvine interjected, already starting to walk away from his overly curious friend. “Sheesh, can't a guy just ask?” Zell mumbled. Before either of them could say or do anything else, the atmosphere dimmed. The music was cut off and the usual chatter pattered off into silence. The crowd, most of them uncertain of what was about to happen, was confused. For the usual clubbers, they waited in anticipation as the leveled ground of the dance floor got separated into the two sections. The platforms at the ends were elevated till they were ten feet high. After a few seconds, the platform burst into flames at its side. A few surprised murmurs from the crowd could be heard, but were quickly drowned by the cheers that had erupted just as suddenly as the miniature explosion. From the dark arched hallways that were connected from the upper level to the now elevated platform, Glitter-Tech's heat dancers appeared, basking in the spectacular light display- the strobe lights were sweeping across the hall like there was no tomorrow. Everyone stared; transfixed at the already cavorting bodies of the dancers until suddenly a new, fast dance track came on. The beat caught at their feet as the dancers challenged them, and in the blink of an eye the whole floor was moving to the music. From across the hall, near the gigantic `Centra-Designed' pillars, stood Irvine Kinneas. Where is she? It seemed whenever the both of them were at Glitter Tech; Irvine was left to perpetual task of searching for his best friend. “Zell, I'm going to look around, ask some questions. Look out for her.” Irvine turned to leave but was stopped by Zell's comment. “Already doing that. Boy, who knew huh?” Zell said, nodding his head towards the subject of his statement. “ I so did not know Selphie to be this… wild.” There was Selphie Tilmitt, the orphanage gang's most childlike member, doing a sensual twirl around the metal bar that made up part of the “disco-deco”. Irvine grimaced as he looked at Selphie, his innocent Selphie in her costume romping about in a compromising way…with her hair twirling and sweat trickling down her gleaming skin… Without a word, he walked towards the bar. * Back to MC Fan Fiction...