#lcstromonov

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Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Remy's Apartment

Anya and Remy had a normal routine. One would call the other, they'd meet up, then end back at one or the other's place until the morning. This time they'd ended back up at Remy's and the morning after doing their normal thing he got up, knowing he was already going to nurse the hangover he had. Nothing a hot shower and some good breakfast couldn't cure though. After he got up he got ready and took some Ibuprofen to help his head before heading to the kitchen to make himself and Anya breakfast. He always did after a night together, knowing she would appreciate it and it might butter her up a bit before he suggested her to take up a permanent position at the restaurant to play piano. He had just placed a generous amount of bacon on a plate when he heard her walk in. Remy turned and gave her a goofy smile as he held up the plate. "I made breakfast. And maybe a little too much bacon to go with it..." He set the plate down and turned back to the stove so he could turn it off. When he faced her again he said, "good morning, though. Did you sleep alright? Pain killers are on the table with some orange juice. I already took some."

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Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Anya's place

Remy wasn't sure what possessed him to make his way to Anya's place, almost as if on autopilot mode. Maybe it was his strong, insatiable desire to live his life to the fullest, going to stretched extents to fulfill the itch he always felt creeping up in the back of his mind. His night had been a nightmare though. His work was something he loved. It was his passion and he put his full heart and soul into his craft. That didn't mean there weren't off days where everything seemed to ruin the flow of things. He had stayed after to have a few drinks then opted for the liquor store for a bottle of whiskey before he went to Anya's. Before he knew it he was face to face with her door and his knuckles were knocking on the door. When it swung open he looked at Anya and held up the brown paper bag that the whiskey was in. "I brought whiskey. I know you like whiskey." At least he thought she did seeing as she'd asked for it once at his place what seemed like eons ago. Still, he remembered. Remy suddenly realized how unexpected and strange it might be that he appeared at her door. "It's been a really long night and I need a distraction. I didn't come here to pester you."

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Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Outside of Gusteau's

Remy was just finishing closing up the restaurant, making one last round around the place to make sure everything was turned off before he locked up the back door. After locking up he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and placed it in his mouth. He tried not to make a habit of smoking during work, but technically he finished now. That's not to say he didn't sometimes sneak out back for a half a cigarette every now and then. As he lit the one in his mouth he heard someone approaching him. Remy looked up and saw a familiar silhouette in the dim streetlight. Anya. What the hell was she doing here so late? "You trying to sneak up on me or something?" he asked. "If you wanted to see me so bad you have my number. You could have just sent a text or called."

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Closed starter for: @lcstromonov Location: Remy's apartment

Remy was still asleep. God only knew what time him and Anya got drunkenly back to his place before doing what they always did and passing out shortly after. It had to be late morning by the time Remy heard Anya move around his room, probably trying to find her clothes. He wasn't awake enough to open his eyes but after a few moments he blinked them open and squinted when the sunlight hit his eyes. "What time is it?" he groaned. It was unusual that he wasn't up first or making breakfast, but after her last reaction to that he wasn't going to put in the effort. Besides, he drank quite a bit the night before and needed to sleep it off. He reached for a glass of water on his nightstand and took a sip, only to spit it out moments later. "Who the fuck put a glass of straight tequila on my nightstand? I don't even drink that shit." Remy didn't want to know what the night before even entailed if he had drank tequila. He set the glass back down and sat up, rubbing his eyes. It's going to be that kind of day, isn't it, he thought to himself. When he finally focused his vision on her he cracked half a smile. "Good morning...I think. Is it still morning?"