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Pub Crawl || Remy/Bobbi

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Bobbi knew him, she knew this was how he picked up women carelessly in a pub and with a few sweet nothings whispered between them but did she stop herself from falling down that maddening path again? 

Nope. 

In fact she knew that if she ever ran back into him she thoroughly would dash down that path barefoot and on glass, because that’s what he meant to her, at one point and time she thought perhaps she would leave the spy game altogether and perhaps…Perhaps..She knew that wouldn’t be a possibilty she knew that she would have to continue this life, until she was either old and decrepit or dead in a blaze of glory.  

Pretty much her life with him, either it was an old tale, a memory growing dim her mind or it was a raging wildfire that consumed every part of her. And his lips and his breath would bring her back to life, just as hers did the same for him until he left, one day just left her and never spoke to her again. She grew to despise him but she was fooling herself when she would tell herself over a bourbon that she hated him, she in fact still loved him. 

Pulling away she kissed down his neck and said “My place isn’t too far from here, we could walk if you could keep your hands off of me for that long” she said before kissing his lips again teasing them. “What do you say gambler?”

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Remy’s smile was lazy, his eyes closing slowly. “’m no de only one das gonna have ta keep ma hands ta m’self,” he said, his drawl drawn out.

Gods but he had missed this girl. When he’d left all those years ago he’d known then that it was for her own good. Remy was no good. Not for anyone, no matter how much he pretended that he was. He wasn’t cut out relationships, though he truly liked the idea of them and had tried them out a few times before and since meeting Bobbi. None of them had worked.

Remy was a man of many partners. A well-placed compliment and a suggestive tone and he almost never had a problem finding a way to keep his bed warm. It was a temporary warmth, one that on the surface looked good but did nothing when the blood ran cold and the chill of loneliness seeped into the bones. He’d grown used to that cold but it was ebbing away at the moment with the reminder of what it was like to have something to look forward to at the end of the day.

Remy slid out of her grip and off the barstool, his wallet out of his pocket in a matter of moments. He dropped a few bills on the table and held out his hand. “Lead da way, chere. Remy’ll follow ya.”

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from then on, i knew even folks you trust could turn on ya…seems like for almost any reason. but i still catch m'self sticking my neck out when i ain’t got nothin’ ta gain. and then i gotta ask m'self…is that cause i seen the world ain’t always so bad?  or just cause i ain’t really learned my lesson?

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It’s Been A Long Time, Old Friend || Remy/Logan

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 Logan considered for a moment.   “Well no real way of knowing what kind of record I have.   So I would say we are in good company.   I’ve had my share of trouble.”  He gave a soft snort.   “Never been one much to toe the line when I didn’t agree with it.”

His had gave a small shake.  “Shit, if he can’t handle a bit of a joke, then none of the stories about him from the War are true.   Guy went against orders when he disagreed with them.   The reason he got away with it is because he succeeded.  There is a lesson for you.”  Logan pointed his bottle at the other mutant.  “He was just a much a shit as you or me when the situation called for it.

Taking another sip, his eyes held a slight gleam as he considered.  “Now we just need to come up with a good prank.  The best ones only damage pride.   So just what could we get up to that would be harmless, but funny?”

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“Naw way,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his words, “ya been in trouble, Logan? I tought ya was an upstandin’ Canadian citizen. Perfect ta da core.” They’d found themselves in trouble together, of course, Logan wasn’t an innocent. He was at least 40 percent of the reason they got into trouble when they were together. 40 percent was Remy and he maintained even now that the other 20 percent was often due to situations beyond their control. Mostly the fact that while Logan could pass as human, albeit slightly more hairy, Remy could not. His eyes were a dead giveaway. 

“Rogers can handle a joke, dat aint in question. Doe, I didn’ really get ta see dat side a him on da last mission, it was jus get in, kill everyone, get out.” Something Remy had ultimately had a real issue with. He’d refused to kill, but it didn’t matter the pretty blonde with the Glocks had been behind him cleaning up. Real help that one was. 

“Ya know...” he said, his fingers drumming on the table as he thought. “Rogers is a shit jus’ like us. He got one ting we don’ doe, credibility. Least in Remy’s case.” People looked at him and only saw a thief. It came in handy a lot of the time as people didn’t get attached to him like they did to Logan. “As for da prank.... deres a cat wit a metal arm... Remy’s pretty sure Forge would kill ta get his hands on dat.” If not forge, Fence but as he was not someone Remy often brought around, he wouldn’t offer up that choice. 

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Pub Crawl || Remy/Bobbi

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“You sure it wouldn’t be a burden to you? I’m sure you had your devilish eyes set on someone else before I walked in” she said kissing his neck lightly remembering how he liked it when she did in the early morning when they both were too tired and weak to get up and she could just stay in his arms for a few more minutes before they would muster up any strength to either leave each other or just go for round three or four..

She sighed letting her breath fan against his skin she remembered his touch like it was yesterday, she was in love with him, or the possibility of being in love with him, more like the fantasy that could be love. She bit her lip lightly as he ran his fingers up her leg following the curves of her legs she looked deep into his eyes “My place or yours?” she asked before kissing him deeply. 

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Remy’s eyes closed, his hand sliding into her hair as her lips met his skin. He had not thought about this girl in what felt like a lifetime. She was from a part of past that he mostly wanted to keep buried, but this woman he had never wanted to see walk out of his life. He didn’t want to bury her memory. “Ain’t no one in dis place Chere can hold a candle ta ya,” Remy said, his voice soft and full of desire. No one but her would be able to hear what he was saying she was close enough and his voice was low enough. The rest of the patrons were either not paying attention or averting their eyes like the good little evesdroppers they were. 

“I ain’t gota place round here, chere,” he said through a sigh. “Gonna hafta be yo place or a hotel.” He didn’t mind a hotel. They could have a blast and it wasn’t like he didn’t have the cash, though the hotel had an expiration. If they went back to hers he could stay for a decent amount of time. He didn’t really get a chance to say anything else as her kiss had stolen most of his thoughts. 

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Get in Losers || Remy/Scott/Logan|| May 1st

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 Something was in the water; there had to be. Out of the two subjects Scott taught, Geometry was often the one, the students complained about the most. Understandably it was hardly a given favourite but it was something the young leader had some passion about, it had given him the understanding and knowledge of how his own powers worked and had proved effective for others. Not to mention it was a compulsory topic in the curriculum. He was often goaded by other members of the faculty, that his classes were so quiet and he was often looked with such intent because most of the students saw him as the mansions ‘eye candy’. The same had also been said about Jean, though since her return he felt more unease.

Yet today was different, include examples of particular angles when throwing water bombs seemed to straighten some students backs and even more so when it was explained what to look out for when calculating angles whilst playing pool. Along with his examples came a flurry of further questions and suggestions that he found himself actively encouraging to be used to seek out as homework. Scott was even sure that there was a request for a field trip but lord only knew what for.

So when the bell rang it came as no surprise when the exhausted teacher took his seat and sunk as low as his back would comply, while at the same time thinking that he too needed a change of scenery. The numbers on the board were making his headache anyway. Lingering towards the side of the rec room, Summers rubbed at his face monetarily pushing his glasses up to rest on his hairline. He’d learnt from a young age not to open his eyes for anything or anyone though understandably it had taken practice and mental chastising to remind himself that he was dangerous and a threat to everyone. Unlike the others, he had no control over his ability without the right aids. 

The call of his name from across the room had his looking around, he’d recognised the voice but with the overly excited tones and low-level powers been used, it was becoming difficult to focus.

“Need yo help wit sometin. Was hopin’ ya’d be willing ta help Remy out for a few minutes. Shouldn’ take too much a yo time. Ya know bikes, yeah?”

“Bikes?” Scott mouthed the word before glaring at Bobbie Drake. “Any more of that and you’ll be spending your’hard earned weekend, as you put it, tallying exam papers with me!” With a faster pace, Scott grabbed Remy’s arm pulling him back out of the room. “Let’s go!”

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End of the day, weekend stretching out before him, Logan made his way to the garage.   The students seemed full of high spirits and he, for one. glad he wouldn’t be on duty this weekend to keep an eye on them.   No, he had a very different plan.   Though it would probably involve a bit of babysitting, just of another nature.  

He and Remy cooked up a bit of a plan.   One both surprising, and not at all for the two of them.    They decided another one of the teachers could use with a bit of a special field trip.   One that might at least temporarily remove the stick out of his ass.   Regardless of the outcome it should be entertaining for him.

Reaching the garage, he got into his jeep and started it up.   If they were going to drive, and all three of them needed to fit in it, his jeep it would be.   For one it would be easier to shove the stiff leader into it, and two, pour him back out of it when they got back.   Finally, he had no intention of letting Scott on his bike.  

Spotting Remy and Scott getting closer, pulled out of his spot and over to them.    He stopped and turned his head towards him.  “Get in losers, we’re going drinking.”  So sue him, teen girls had a tendency to for some odd reason adopt him.   He’d seen more movies that appealed to that age group than he wanted to admit.  

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Remy walked through the halls retracing his steps, this time with Cyclops in tow. A grin spread across his face as the went. Summers was in for it tonight, though. The guy had been a little... tense since they’d returned from their mission. He’d hoped Lorna would have gotten rid of that tension, but apparently when your wife comes back from the dead it kind of fucks ya up. At least Remy guessed it did. He didn’t need to worry about that. Bella was dead 

They walked through the open doors of the mansion and down the path to the driveway. His accent was thick as he lied to Scott about having taken his bike from the garage. It was a nice day, he didn’t want to be stuck in the garage while he worked. 

As they hit the driveway Remy heard the loud rumble of a large car and rolled his eyes. Subtly was never something Logan excelled at. At lease, not when he didn’t want to. Which apparently was now. 

Remy paused when the car pulled up, stopping with Scott next to him. His hand went around Scott’s back just as Logan spoke and he grabbed for the door handle, wrenching the back open and forcing Scott in. Remy slid in after him, slamming the door as he did. “Punch it, Logan,” he said talking over Scott’s protests. “An don’ tink I missed da moving line.” Remy grinned at Logan, raising his head. “Ya spend ta much time wit teenage girls, mate.” 

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“I’ve been waiting five minutes for my drink. Hey there jailbird.”

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First thanks for your blog! I love it! I really like who you resume magneto and rogue relationship. Can you explain gambit and rogue relationship following a time line to now?? Thanks ;)

Ok, this is the shortest version I can do:

Rogue and Gambit first get to know each-other when the blue and gold teams are formed.  She’s been with the X-Men for a while and just back from her sojourn in the Savage Land and he’s new to the X-Men with a history shrouded in mystery.  They flirt with each other a lot in the beginning, as they both tend to do.

She then finds out he’s married, but they still are flirting.  After going through a few scrapes together, they recognize that they have more of a connection than just their Southern roots and ability to get each other hot and bothered.  They go out for a real date in X-Men #24, where this happens:

Gambit takes a stab at a relationship without being physical, and Rogue takes a stab at trusting someone with her heart.  Their feelings for one another deepen, and while they are both frustrated by the no-touching thing, they’re okay.  All that changes when they think the world is about to end and she kisses him.  He’s left in a coma, as she freaks out at some of his memories and runs off.  When he wakes up, he comes after her, and asks her to absorb him again so that she will know everything.  She refuses and takes off again.

She eventually returns to the X-Men, this time with Joseph (who everyone thinks is a de-aged Magneto) in tow.  While she seems to have a little something for Joseph, she and Remy start to reconnect, and it gets to the point that when they’re captured and de-powered in Antarctica that they sleep together.  He is then put on trial by “Erik the Red” (the actual Magneto) and it comes out that Gambit was partly responsible for the Mutant Massacre.  In the ensuing fight, Rogue leaves Gambit behind.

Rogue feels awful about this later, and tries to find him to no avail.  Gambit eventually gets home and tells Rogue that she shouldn’t blame herself about leaving him, as she still had him in her mind and he was so wracked with guilt that he wanted to die.  They start getting back into relationship mode, and things get really good for them when they both get long-term de-powered and live together away from the X-Men:

They get their powers back, which is frustrating for both of them and starts to hurt their relationship.  Mystique, thinking that Gambit isn’t good enough for her daughter, infiltrates the X-Men to try and seduce Gambit.  When that doesn’t work, she turns into Rogue and pulls this:

We still don’t know if he goes for it, but Rogue sure gets pissed.  And she’s even more pissed when he runs off and agrees to be Apocalypse’s new “Death,” and then tries to kill Rogue.  He joins the Marauders and she gets more bad-ass, up till when she gets a deadly virus, billions of new voices in her head, and a bullet in her back, courtesy of “momma.”  Turns out he’s just trying to get her better, however.

When she recovers, she wanders off to get her head straight.  Gambit and Prof. X eventually follow and they’re able to help her out (with the aid of Danger), and make it so she can finally control her powers.  Rogue decides to not get back into a relationship with Remy right away, since she’s still dealing with this new control.

Magneto re-joins the X-Men and starts flirting with Rogue.  She has unresolved issues with him, and she starts a short, ill-defined relationship with him.  Gambit tells her that he’ll wait until she knows for sure about where her heart lies to resume their relationship.  So how it stands now is that both Rogue and Gambit are single, but they clearly love and support one another.

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Get in Losers || Remy/Scott/Logan|| May 1st

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Remy’s boots thumped down the hallway, his leather trench coat billowing out as he moved through the throng of students that littered the corridor. Classes were out, which means he was a free man. His weekend was about to start and as Logan and he had planned, so was Summers’. The guy needed to loosen up, both Logan and Remy agreed on this. They didn’t always agree on things, but this they’d agreed on from the start.

While Logan was off getting the car, Remy had been charged with going to get Scott. A choice not completely of his own design, but considering the three of them, Remy held the least animosity towards Scott. At least currently… Maybe. There was still a little that hung in the air after their recent trip in the jet. It had not gone according to any plan. Which, Remy knew was his fault but he wasn’t about to admit that to the likes of Summers. He’d never hear the end of it and then he’d have to kill the guy. Logan would thank him. Lorna would not.

Remy hadn’t been sure where to find Scott, the guy had a way of vanishing without a trace and even the best thief couldn’t always locate him, but thanks to the amazing powers of Charles Xavier Remy found Summers in the rec room easy enough. Apparently the good old professor was aware of his and Logan’s plan and all for it. It kind of made Remy chuckle to think that Professor X agreed with them. Scott Summers needed to lighten up. He supposed, currently, he understood why the guy was wound tighter than a two dollar watch, what with the ex wife suddenly not being dead… but in Remy’s opinion that was all the more reason to let loose.

“Summers,” he said spotting him right where Charles has told him. “Need yo help wit sometin.” He leaned against the frame of the door and pushed his aviators up into his hair fixing his aquantance with an easy smile. “Was hopin’ ya’d be willing ta help Remy out for a few minutes. Shouldn’ take too much a yo time. Ya know bikes, yeah?” Remy knew he did and while he could have probably gone to Forge for this, this wasn’t actually a real problem so he’d lie to Scott and say he wanted someone to help him he trusted with the bike. Forge as an all-around tech guy. That didn’t mean he trusted him with his bike. Just like Fence. That thief wasn’t allowed near Remy’s baby. No one was.

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“Don’t go. Please, don’t go”

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Appreciation post for one of my favourite couples. Gambit and Rogue! ❤️

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cat dad remy (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ” (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ”

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Hey Chere|| Gambit/Rogue|| March 3 2016

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 She would have replied with a roll of the eyes but something about him just seemed off instead Rogue finished cleaning up the mess before shifting her green eyes back to meet his own. “Ya know what Remy, yar like a stray cat.” She teased, no wonder cats just seemed to like him. “Watcha think swamp rat, it’s food. Yah welcome to some if ya keep yar manners, coffee?”

While saying that she poured her own cup, just catching a sniff of the caffeine was enough to put a smile on her face, this was what she needed. Like normal she kept an eye on the Cajun, from the corner of her eye, but unlike normal he kept his distance. Ever since Gambit had shown up, they seemed to play this little dance, it was almost like the man was testing her limits just how close could he get before he was met with danger. But while Rogue secretly liked the attention, she didn’t like the idea that this was all just some daredevils’ game, she hated the thought of what would eventually happen to him if he ever did get too close and what would end up happening to her as a result.

Maybe Gambit finally understood.

At his words Rogue broke out into a smile, she missed home, she hadn’t been home since everything had changed and she was scared what would happen if she did go, she was from a small town, and news travelled in small towns. Especially when said news was of a girl putting her boyfriend in a coma. “Well if ya want to take the lead, go righ ahead sugah, I haven’ had food from home in wat feels like years.”

She had been watching him when his face changed, Rogue rushed towards him forgetting herself for a moment. “Yer alrigh there?” She asked, both her eyes and tone of voice filled with worry. She then took a couple steps back, returning to her previous place.

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“Which is it petite, is Remy a cat or a rat? He can’ be both, das impossible.” He gave her a grin and leaned in, inspeacting the food she was making and nodding when she offered him coffee. Perhaps that would help him. Caffeine was something he’d not had in a few days. How did people live without drinking it? Remy couldn’t fathom it. It was like not drinking bourbon. How did people not partake in that?

He leaned back, hissing a bit at the pain and shifted  away from the counter again. “Perhaps one a dese mornings Remy’ll have a reason ta make ya breakfast in bed,” he smirked knowing full well that wasn’t ever going to happen. At least not until she got her power under control. Also not until she told him that was what she wanted. Remy was a flirt but he had his limits. He knew when to back off. But she’d never actually said no. In fact, if he didn’t know any better he’d say she enjoyed his chase. 

Perhaps he really was the cat. 

“Remy’ll make ya shrimp n’ grits fo breakfast and maybe some good ole gumbo for dinner one a dese days.” The whole mansion would smell for says. It would be wonderful. 

He moved again the grimace back and he held up his hand stopping her fro advancing on him. He knew she meant well and normally he wouldn’t stop her getting any closer but he was actually in a lot of pain. “’M fine, chere. Jus a bit banged up from a couple missions.” He was trying to downplay it, but at the moment, he was hoping he didn’t pop any of the stitches he had. 

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Not From Around Here? | Richard & Remy

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 “Well, it took me so long to get here, it was already taken care of when I got here,” Richard laughed lightly. Kind of embarassing, but that did happen occasionally. “I’m not entirely sure what happened. I arrived at the scene and there were military guys there telling me everything was under control. I figured I’d just let them do their thing.”

Space, doe…

Remy sounded in awe. Richard just found space to be another part of his life, but he remembered that feeling when he first looked at the stars up close. His perception had changed so much. He thought of space like it was one of his friends, like a companion - an ally that would always be on his side if he treated it right and avoided the black holes. 

Yeah, I mean it, he thought to himself.

“So what about you? How long have you been living in New York, if you live here at all?” Richard felt a bit bad; space was a bit of a spectacle. Anything else probably didn’t seem as extravagant, but he forgotten more about Earth’s geography than he ever learned so it would be an educational experience on his part.

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Remy made a face, his lip pulling down in a grimace at the idea of the military handling anything. That was probably a bad idea, but he didn’t say anything. He couldn’t possibly speculate on what had gone down. Well.. he could, but he wouldn’t. 

“Remy aint been here all dat long, trut be tol’. He moves ‘round lots. Mais, he’s been here ‘bout four months.” He liked New York, he couldn’t complain too much, though he did wish they had better food. He’d kill for some crawfish or grits. “Remy likes it, doe he’s from Naw Lens,” He missed his home but right now this was where he belonged... Strange as it was. 

He was still getting used to the idea of being needed anywhere. It was weird to feel like he had a home and he belonged, though he still wasn’t sure that was appropriate for him to feel. Something told him the rug would be pulled out from under him at pretty much any time. It was about time something bad happened him. It was due. 

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Hey Chere|| Gambit/Rogue|| March 3 2016

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 Recently everything had been quite, and Rogue just passed the days doing practically nothing, the city had been semi quiet and the mansion even more so. With a sigh, Rogue forced herself to leave the comfort of her bed, and got up for the day. It was strange when she looked at her own reflection still, the white streaks still caught her by surprise, but part of her was starting to like it and that was the part that worried her.

Rogue made sure to cover up, despite the weather, it was just a percussion. She had started to feel slightly more comfortable with her mutation, but still couldn’t take any risks, let alone when there could very well be children running around, for one Rogue didn’t need more voices in her head, and for another thing she didn’t need the guilt either, so putting on the final touch of some green gloves. And with that made it out of her room, as she walked through the corridors, she wondered if maybe Kitty was free, or maybe she’d spend some time with Bobby.  She just wanted something to do that wasn’t just sitting around the x-mansion and going about classes as normal.

Once she made it through the kitchen, rogue took out the things she needed for pancakes, she wasn’t the best at cooking, often being careless and letting things burn, but when she put her mind to something she could do it, especially if she was hungry.  

“Hey, Chere,”

She hadn’t noticed him coming in, she hadn’t really been paying too much attention to her surrounding, her mind focusing on the task at hand, when she heard the unmistakable voice, Rogue turned abruptly startled out of her day dream’s and spilling milk onto the counter.  

“Hey yourself sugah, where have you been runnin off to?” Her tone was filled with annoyance, not practically at Gambit but more t the spilled milk, Rogue turned back facing away from him, for a minute to grab a towel.

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Remy shrugged, the action making him grimace. He hadn’t even considered that would pull at the wounds in his body but fuck it all that hurt. “Around,” he said shuffling into the room. “Whatcha makin?” he asked, keeping a safe distance from her. 

Oh, he wanted to get closer, there was no denying that and where he able to move a little easier, he would tempt fate like normal, but he couldn’t take the chance that she’d hit him with a skillet if he tried to get too close. He wasn’t up to the speed he normally was. She’d probably make contact this time. 

This woman drove Remy nuts, but in a good way. She was smart, sassy and sexy as all get out. There was no denying any of that, but the best part was she didn’t put up with his shit. He wanted to get to know her better. He wanted to know more about her. Her power was a hindrance, but Remy didn’t often let things like that stop him. He was determined, to say the least. “Need any help? Remy knows his way ‘round a kitchen, he could...” He stepped closer inspecting what she was doing. “Ya know... Remy likes da east coast, but aint nothin’ better den shrimp and grits fo breakfast,” he said leaning against the counter. 

The spot Scott had cauterized hit the edge and he shifted, his features coloring with an expression of pain before he got himself comfortable. She was the only one he knew that would understand the desire for some could old fashion southern comfort food.  

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Pub Crawl || Remy/Bobbi

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“Good I spent good money on them” She chuckled and glanced around the pub, there wasn’t anyone there that she particularly wanted to take home mainly because there was one sitting in very close proximity to her right now, and right in front of her “Yeah that itch..” she said taking the last gulp of her drink “I mean it could an ole somebody but if you are willing to be so kind and generous with your time and I’m not an imposition” she said leaning forward and whispering in his ear “are you sure you want lightning striking twice?”

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Remy smirk. “Wouldn’ wan’ ya ta have wasted anytin on Remy,” he said his voice low. Her time, he supposed was something she’d wasted on him, but he’d enjoyed the time they’s spend together. She was always a fond memory, even when he was fighting with her. 

“Chere,” Remy said leaning closer to her, “dere are many tings, Remy’d consider you, an imposition ain’t one a dem.” His fingers slid up her leg as she spoke, his attention directed at her and only her. The rest of the bar didn’t exist to him. Not when he had this pretty woman in front of him. “An lighten don’ frighten Remy. Whatda ya say we get outta here?” 

He’d been looking for this, he’d just never expected to finding in who was sitting across from him. This woman who he hadn’t seen in years.... she was a whirlwind. It was a bad idea to get himself involved in it again, but he lacked the ability to tell himself why.