001☆Intro

[first_class_asshole]

[He had hurried out of the Honey Bee Inn as quickly as he could without attracting too much (more) attention and ignoring the chattering of the crowd around him. His heart was still hammering in his chest and honestly he wasn’t entirely sure how he had managed his way through that. Dancing certainly wasn’t his forte and neither was… well, the dress. Or moving in it. The mercenary still wasn’t entirely sure how Aerith had maneuvered him into this little plot but… Well, if that was what it took to save Tifa, he supposed there wasn’t much choice. He needed a moment to catch his breath and possibly calm his nerves - the stage and all the eyes on him was almost overwhelming.

Finally he had reached the door, the lights practically blinding him - which was odd considering the stage had been much brighter. It had managed to completely obscure his vision and by the time he was able to see his surroundings… they were… completely different. His brow furrowed as he took a few steps further into the hotel lobby, his heels clicking against the marble floor. He reached back for his sword - only to remember that it was left back at the Honey Bee Inn.

Cloud turned, grabbing the handle to the door and attempting to open it. The damn thing wasn’t budging… Well, there wasn’t much else left to do but turn around and start towards the check in counter towards the back. Perhaps there was someone around who would be able to shed some light on this odd situation.

He really wished he wasn’t in this ridiculous dress and all this make-up right now…]