Summary:Rogue stops by Remy's new place to chat. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Sun is set over Breakstone lake, there are a few lights around the lake here and there that are reflecting off of its surface, and some of those lights come from the Boat house / Lake house connected to the School grounds.
Remy's moved his stuff inside and he's even replaced a lot of the furniture in his private room with new stuff that he bought while down in the city, had it shipped up here and brought inside… probably cost quite a pretty penny, but he wanted a place to feel comfortable in for once, and not some one else's stuff, or some roach motel type setting.
The lake house's lights are indeed on, and the man himself is up inside of its kitchen area, he's got a meal cooking on the stove, the tv is on playing a re-run of last night's Game of Thrones and there's a nice sense of comfort to the place, seems tobe making himself home, for sure.
Rogue has blown in from town, and she's tossed her laundry in one of the giant machines to wash. She'd gone to move her truck, and lights at the lakehouse had caught her eye. She shouldn't, but.. she finds her boots leading the way. Jeans and a loose, silky black blouse tucked into them, the belle isn't exactly made up like she's looking for a booty call, so maybe it won't be a mistake.
Knuckles will rap at the door to the lakehouse, before she's half turning, looking back towards the school. She didn't even see anyone when she was inside, but it's a time where a lot of people were in their own rooms, doing their own thing. A hand pushes through her hair as a breeze gusts, and pulls it back away from her face.
Remy was standing in front of the stove in the fancy kitchen area off of the main room when he hears the door. He steps away from his cookings to walk through the living area past the television and toward the doorway. A lock is popped and then the door along with it, he opens it up and the light from inside pours out over the woman on the other side.
"Well now, this be an unexpected treat." The Cajun man says as a smile spreads across his lips. He's soon to step out of the way and motion her in should she wish it.
"Come on in, Belle." He says to her. "You just in time for bit'a dinner if you'd like and—"
Remy's cut off by the sudden thump-thump-thump of tiny feet on the floor, there's a very young kitten/cat maybe not even a year old running across the living room floor to hop up onto the sofa and then flyyyyyy over its arm to flop around on the cushions where it wildly attacks a remote control like it was a mutant killing Sentinel.
"Harvey!" Remy says to the young cat, "We got guests, behave yourself!" He looks back to Rogue then and grins. "They got no manners at this age, yeah?" Apparently he got a cat too!
"Well, so long as it isn't an unexpected trial, I'll take it." Rogue responds, looking up a bit. "I'm not meaning to interrupt your dinner, Rem." She steps inside, watching the kitten, a hint of a smile. "Just was rollin' in, and saw the lights on. Thought I should come say hi, an' all."
Her hands slide into her back pockets, rocking back on her heels just a bit. "Of course, you would have a cat." She sounds amused. "He's young, huh?"
"In heart an' mind, he young." Remy responds as he leaves it up to her if she wants to come inside or not, by leaving the door open and walking back across the room toward the kitchen area once more. "You don't gotta be bashful about comin' over here, Rogue. You can just walk right on inside any time ya want, I wouldn't mind one bit." He pauses at the stoven again and looks back to her.
"Course sometimes, I don't walk around in much clothin', so consider that a warnin', yeah?" He grins to her as he continues to finish up the meal he's making, some kind of brightly colored dish of vegetables and chicken, several bottles of seasoning resting on the counter beside it.
'Harvey' leaps up onto the arm of the sofa and his big green eyes stare at Rogue, he seems like he's either staring at everything about her, or trying to look outside behind her, one of the two. Maybe both.
"Here." Remy says, pulling a bottle of alcoholic sweet tea out of a six pack on the counter. "Just got home a'bit'a go, they still cold."
Rogue closes the door behind her like a good guest. Then she'll blush, a green glare Remy's way. "So definitely knocking. Always." She mutters grumpily under her breath, before she shakes her hair back and lifts her chin as if none of it mattered one whit.
A hand is reached out to let Harvey decide if he trusts her enough for pets or not. "He's cute, even if I am more of a dog person. Not that it matters, never had one other than one foster family had." She falls silent, a glance at the hard tea. She's working with the cat, here. "I figured I would come back, do some laundry, feel it out. See if I can deal with Scooter."
Remy stirs his cooking dinner a bit before he strides over to set the tea down on the coffee table should the Southern gal wish to take it or not. "Ain't even seen'im." Remy replies with regard to Scott. "Been too focused on settin' myself up here so I could have a place, ya know? Place that lets me feel a bit more like me, and thusly more able to hopefully help out 'round here more goin' forward."
As Remy says that, Harvey reacts to Rogue's hand by just purring, a loud rumbling motor that vibrates the feline's whole form beneath her touch, like its the greatest thing it ever has experienced thus far in its short life. It shoves its head at her hand and tries to seemingly absorb HER.
Remy motions to the kitty. "See? He got good taste." He says to her with a sly grin. "So what do you think?" He asks, motioning to the house. "Ya got any pointers on how t'improve all'a this, you don't hesitate t'let me know, Chere…" He says with a bit of a grin as he turns to walk back to the kitchen area.
She will smile a little bit, stroking the kitty, scritching along the top of his head, under his chin. Then she will pet and let Harvey shift to move the pets where he wants them. "No? You must have been busy, then." She smiles. "Or he's been scarce, hanging out with Fishnets. Which would be fine by me."
She glances at the tea. "I woulda come to get it, you know. But you don't walk away from an adorable kitten before they decide if they like you." She smirks. "Remy, you ever seen my room? I have minimalism down to an art." It's true, it looks like she could pack up and move out within an hour.
Harvey continues to love up on the woman's hand before he does that thing that kittens do, and he suddenly takes off in the opposite directiona nd leaps off the back of the sofa. Its only a second later that a green plastic ball with a bell in it is suddenly sent rolling across the hardwood floor back then, soon to be followed by a furry asteroid chasing after it into an open bedroom doorway!
"Ya know, Chere… the more ya say things about this Fishnets person like that, more one might be inclinded t'not quite believe ya when ya say it all be fine with ya." Remy says with a clear grin on while he steps back to the stove and turns the burner down to a simmer now.
"And I have not seen your room. Least not outside my own imaginations, Boo." Remy glances to her and smiles before he grabs a couple of plates and picks up the pan to pour them both a bite to eat.
"It's what she wears. At first I thought it was just her stage outfit, you know, the sexy magician. But no, she wore it out to the bar. So… now she's Fishnets, in my head." She shrugs. "I don't pick the nicknames, they just pop in my head."
There's a giggle as the kitten rockets off and acts like a crazy kitten. She will watch him, hands back in her back pockets. She will turn her head, and actually look around a little bit.
"Well, it's the death cave, isn't it? No one wants to come in, just in case." She grins, moving to lounge in the doorway. "Remy, you don't have to feed me." Even if it smells so good she's sure her stomach will growl any moment.
There's sounds of kitty mayhem coming from the open bedroom too, jingling bells and feet thumping madness, followed by silence… because the super serious Hunter Harvey is likely on the prowl again for new prey!
"I don't gotta do most things, Rogue." Remy replies to her then as he deposits the plates down onto the table beside the kitchen. He gathers up some napkins and utensils as well placing them down before he gets himself a drink and he pauses to look over at her, holding the open tea bottle before his body. "I just choose t'do it, ya know… cause I'm happy t'have ya here. You be you though, eat, don't eat, whatevers." With that said the Cajun takes a sig of his own alcoholic beverage and then settles into the chair where he put his plate down
He snaps out the napkin then. "Fishnets huh." He continues, pondering this imagery clearly. "If I got you a set'a them, would you punch me in da nose? Cause… might be worth it, Chere…"
Rogue will move to fetch the bottle of tea from the coffee table, before she will move to join him. "I just.. you were makin' this for you." She points out, flustered. "Shouldn't that be you do you?" Brows draw together before one lifts. She will sit at the table, though, in front of one of the plates.
"Punch you for buying me fishnets?" She sounds surprised. "Only if you expected that buyin' them meant you got to see me in them at your whim. But really, you have to wear pantyhose underneath them to get them to lay right, anyhow." She sounds like she knows, as she picks up a fork to dig in. There's a green glance from under lashes. "I know me a drag queen, gave me lots of tips like that."
Remy takes up a mouthful of his New Orleans style stir fry, its pretty spicy but he's a good cook so if one can enjoy spicy food they'll likely be quite content. "So its settled then… Step One… buy the fishnets. Step Two… figure out how t'get you in them for my own selfish reasons." He grins over at her, but she can likely see that he's just toying with her, not really meaning it, probably not anyway. Maybe he is, its hard to tell with him.
"Drag queen, eh?" He asks her then. "That sound like a person with a whole host'a interestin' insights." A guzzle is had of the alcoholic tea and then Remy's free hand goes up to sipe his long hair back behind his ears as it had gone a bit wild across his forehead.
"So did ya put any'a their tips t'use, Chere?" He asks her next.
She digs in a little bit more daintily, perhaps using her guest manners. She doesn't mind the spicy, when you're starving, you learn to adapt to whatever you can get. She will arch an eyebrow at him, before she's taking a swallow of tea. "Good luck on that 'til Halloween or somethin'." She sasses him, digging back in.
She will stifle a giggle, lips smiling even before she's swallowed. "How to do winged eyeliner, and how to wear red lipstick, how to put on false eyelashes. I don't use those tips much, but.. it was more just that I was accepted like I am." She shrugs, toying with her food for a second. "Coco Chanel didn't care I was a mutant."
"I'm a patient man, Marie." Remy chides her back at the Halloween part before he falls silent and just enjoys some of his own cooking, looking up from it to her periodically throughout what she says there about her lessons from this Drag Queen individual. After another sip of drink to clear his palette he has to smile lopsidedly at her.
"Why does tha tname a ring a bell?" He asks her then. "Is that some famous type person?" As he says that, a fuzzy tail raises up between the two at the table and a moment later there's a fuzzy creature attached to it that is purring and rubbing itself up against both of their legs, doing figure-8's between their feet and moving from one of the hooman's to the other, using them as petting posts.
"You don't need no makeup any how, Rogue. You a natural beauty, through'n'though." Gambit reaches down then and flick's Harven's tail, making the cat 'Meow!' with surprise up at its pesky person who did that.
Rogue is distant for a moment, green eyes staring at nothing that it could be holding in focus. She will blink, offer him a smile. "Coco Chanel is a designer, yes. Very famous. Chanel number 5? Famous perfume Marilyn Monroe wore?"
There's another sip of her tea. "But my Coco was a tall black man who looked better as a woman than most of the models you see. Gave me my first pair of satin elbow gloves, too. Said there was no reason I couldn't be elegant about it." She will have another bite, eyes lowered to the table. " I should see if that club is still there."
With one hand on his fork, the other other around the base of his tea bottle, Remy's eyes remain on Rogue and he leans back in his chair with the little Harvey on the ground pawing at their feet and rubbing u p against their legs.
"Thats right, thats why I know that name…." He says with a sly smirk. He tilts his head then as he stares upon her. "So a club huh?" The bottle is raised up for another drink. "It around here? Manhattan area? If it open, Ah be happy t'be your plus one if'n ya wanna go check it out, maybe check on your friend. Sound like a nice guy… but if so, ya gotta help me brush up on my eitquette'a bein' around Drag Queens, not sure I got much experience'n that, would wanna make sure I ain't a doofus, ya? Callin'em names, they don't like, that sorta thing."
With a light exhale then, Remy shifts a bit in his chair. "That bein' said, now I wanna see these satin gloves on ya, Chere. Don't figure that request deserves a punch t'the nose, no?"
"Yeah, it's a gay club. I haven't been there since Xavier scooped me up." Rogue says softly. "I shoulda gone back before now. Coco mighta worried. The street kids knew though, but I don't know if they woulda told anyone else."
Green eyes find Remy's face "You don't call them male pronouns when they are dressed as women. It's pretty simple. If they let you see them as men, you call them whatever they tell you to call them." She shrugs, just a little bit.
" I don't even know if I have them, any more. They started gettin' pretty worn, so I wasn't wearin' 'em. I didn't want them to completely fall apart. It was one of the few things anyone ever gave me just because."
Remy flashes another grin when she mentions it being a gay club. "I bet I'd break a lotta hearts in such a place, Chere." He quietly says back at her before he takes another sip of his drink.
After hearing the rest though, he moves to stand up and collect their plates if she's had enough of the meal of course. He turns and makes his way toward the counter, to scoop off some of the left over meat bits into a little glass bowl that he then lowers down to the floor for Harvey who runs over at full cat speed!
"Sounds like a good person then." Remy says while straightening up again. "T'help you out at all, means he's on my 'good list' as it were though." Remy runs the dishes under a stream of water then stacks them beside the sink. He turns around to lean back against the counter to look at the southerner.
"So, ya gonna come back here yet an' help keep me company?" He has to ask then. "The folks around here be eyein' me funny, I think I need your protection, Cheri."
Rogue will let him take her very nearly empty plate, it gives her a moment to close her eyes and shake herself out of that melancholy funk. "She was. In both personas. Fed me more than once too, said she liked having someone who would eat southern and soul food with her." There's the faintest smile. "I should go around to see her. I can at least get into the club legally, these days."
She will flash a grin, rising from the table. "Maybe. I don't know. Part of me wants a little space from the school, since I'm not a teacher, you know? How about we watch something on tv, and we can talk about it later?" In other words, she's done talking about it for now. She'll watch some tv with him, pet Harvey some more, and then she'll head out, promising to call him soon.