“ Having a bathroom with your own personal bar and that’s the
size of a small house? Sure these people are rich, but that’s
just pretty fucking pretentious, ”
Dean commented. He had given a quick snort at the other’s
comment, but didn’t push any further. They had their own
reason and concerns for hiding here. Dean would bet that the
guards running up and down the hallways would be just as
inclined to arresting both of them––or even shooting them if
going by past experiences.
The hunter had been focusing on looking around the room for
any sign of escape. While the other man was unexpected, they
didn’t seem to be there to cause any trouble for him. Instead of
worry about someone who wanted to escape trouble just like
him, trying to plan out the getaway was much higher on the list
of priorities. The large windows at one end of the room almost
had a neon exit sign hanging above them, pointing out to Dean
freedom by taunting him with the open sky. Tempting, but what
floor were they even on? He’d be able to survive the impact
(perks of having an angel fuse itself with your body; something
had to balance out all the cons at least), but how many people
would notice his grand exit? He kept the thought mind, never
knowing if he had to make a quick escape.
Damn-
out of all the abilities he grabbed from his turbulent jump across
realties, why couldn’t he be able to fly or even teleport. Sure,
flying wasn’t his particularly favorite mode of transport, but it
made for a clean getaway. So far, the most noticeable changes
was that he could trap a few people, get obnoxious radio signals,
topped with a pretty badass case invulnerability. He could enjoy
the last one, but he didn’t really know the benefits of the rest of
his abilities.
Probably having ignored his partner in crime for too long, Dean
moved his attention back to the other man. In hindsight, that
might have been the first thing the hunter should have done
after a quick look at the other’s features.
He gave the man a quick, wary, grin, after he froze in position.
“ Well, this just became awkward. ”
He grabbed the flask he kept in his jacket, flipping off the lid and
throwing the water at the black and red eyed man. Scrambling
back, trying to remain some what silent as he shuffled along the
side of the bar on the floor, Dean knew he was in trouble if there
was a demon right in front of him. He looked at the bar contents,
hoping to find some kind of weapon he could use. Bottles,
glasses, mixers––there wasn’t much he could do to protect
himself from a demon.
Dean broke open the shaker, throwing some of the contents at
the man. The container had at least some salt in it, but not
enough to line a circle around him.
Dean waited for a reaction…
and waited.
“ Ok, you son of a bitch. What the hell are you. ”
Scratch that. Gambit was wet...and salted.
He murmured a curse as quietly as he could as he wiped the margarita salt off his face. The curse was in French, but Gambit was positive it kept its meaning through linguistic barriers. At least it wasn't margarita mix. This was a white suit after all.
He pushed a hand through his hair, shaking out more of the salt. It was hard to get it out with it mixed with the moisture.
"Clearly, I'm in de same boat as you, homme," he hissed "So perhaps it'd be wise to not draw any more attention."
Remy wasn't stupid. He saw the way the stranger's eyes darted to his own. Saw the fear in them. Sometimes people swooned at his eyes. However, there were others who saw them and thought him a demon. Clearly this man fell into the later. Le diable blanc strikes fear again, hmm?
"I don' have time for dis," he sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling a worn deck from pocket. He absently cut it one handed as he listened for sounds of security. They would get to this room soon and Gambit needed a plan.
He had looked over the blueprints before coming to this party (they really shouldn't leave those laying around City Hall so readily), and knew where the security desk was. Down on the first floor. That's where they would keep the CCTV tapes. That's what he needed to get rid of.
He pulled out one card and held it thoughtfully near his face. Well, the easiest way to go was down... He glanced up at the other man, the card in his hand gaining a faint purple aura.
"It's been fun, but now I gotta go. Unfortunately for you, you can' come with as you'll be dealing with all de guards coming in from dat explosion." He drew a card and flung it at the wall, creating a hole and a distraction. He ran at the hole and leaped through acrobatically.
"Je me casse!" he saluted the salty stranger as he disappeared from the view of the opening.
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