Summary:Remy and Rogue attend a barfood romantic dinner at Harry's where the romantic Remy prattles on about his hopes and wishes and for whatever reason Rogue bares through it all! Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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They're meeting out for food and drinks, away from the mansion (even if not far). It's a date, right? It has to be a date, versus just hanging out. So, Rogue will dress up a little, and weather appropriately.
That is how the belle arrives at Harry's, in her green and white gingham dress, hair spilling down her back, with slight heels on in green to match, and several pairs of tiny gold hoop earrings in her ears. Lipstick is cardinal sin red, and her eyes are just played up with a hint of shimmer and mascara. Her favorite jean jacket hangs from one hand, as she'll step into the place, looking for her favorite Cajun.
Remy is located at the stage area where all the chairs are stored. He's turned one over and is seated on its edge with a guitar on his lap. He's just softly strumming the strings.
Wearing a black teeshirt and a dark pair of jeans, Remy glances up to spot Rogue entering the bar. He flashes her a big grin but keeps on playing his tune. Beside him is a stool with a drink on it and an ash tray where he's got a cigarette leaning, beside that is a deck of cards and his bike keys.
Rogue will return the grin, but then her eyebrow arches. She will wind her way through tables to reach him, pausing with one foot extended. "Are you playing or something, and didn't tell me?" She asks, curiously. "I thought this was a date sort of thing."
She will push a hand through her hair, rumpling the waves. "I mean, I woulda come either way, but I mighta dressed different."
Remy looks up as she approaches again and he just grins at her whilst continuing to strum that little tune out. "I'm just messin' around, Chere." He tells her. "Someone had set this guitar up here and the stage just looked all sorts'a outta sorts. Felt kinda sad'n wrong t'me, ya know? Like it needed a little life breathed back inta it." He gives another quick strike to the strings of the guitar and then sweeps it off of his lap as he rises up to his full height on the stage, looking down at her with his long dark hair framing his forehead and his stubble covered face smiling at her.
He drops off the stage and lands just before her. "It a date. So I can spend more time with ya, the loveliest'a ladies." He reaches out to places his hands on her arms and lean down there-after to kiss her forehead gently.
Rogue laughs, looking up at him. "Trust you to pick up some stranger's guitar and toy with it, because it felt out of sorts." She'll grin as he drops down next to her.
She closes her eyes at the kiss to her forehead. She will slide her arms away from his grip to slide them up around his neck. Unless he fights her on it, she will tug him down for a real kiss, heated and fierce.
Remy doesn't fight it, he wouldn't dream of it! He returns the kiss and once its completed he leans back and just smile all proud and happy down at her. "Whew… hotter'n my spiciest'a homebrewed meals, Boo." He says back down to her, his hands around to the small of her back now to hold her up against him and to feel her beneath his fingers and palms.
"You know me… I can't let a place have a bad vibe about it? Stage needs t'have music on it. Like a beautiful woman needs t'have a good time."
He looks up then and nods a single time to the employee close by who was setting drinks down at another table. The place was pretty quiet tonight overall though.
The employee walks over beside the bar and slides open the doors to the party room. Inside it is a different sort've setup. A single table with a white cloth draped over it, a candle lit in its center and bucket of beers on ice resting upon it as well.
"Our room awaits us, Cheri." Remy says with a grin as he takes her by a hand and guides her in that direction.
Rogue is blushing, just a little bit. Lashes will lower over green eyes, as she licks her lips, just a bit. Lucky for Remy and herself, her lip color is lip paint that doesn't smear. "I've been trying to let myself do that for a while." She murmurs, before she will dare a glance up at him.
"You Cajuns and your vibes and voodoo." She teases, risking a smile and letting her fingers brushing along his jawline, feeling his stubble along her fingertips. Then she will blink. "Our room?" She sounds confused, as he takes her hand to lead her.
There will be a little more tugging as she stops once the table, with it's rose and candle come into view. She's staring at it, almost as if it is turning her to salt like Lot's wife. "Remy? What's all this?"
"This… is my impromptu dinner for two." Remy quips back to her with a big grin as he takes her into the room and plucks that rose up out of the crystal vase that it had been resting in. "A flower for you…" And then he takes one of the sweet apple ale beers out of the bucket and sets it down. "And a tasty drink…" He leans toward her then. "Their wine here is dreadfully unenjoyable, I would not put you through that, Chere." He didn't want the waiter to over hear him, that would be rude!
He moves then to pull her chair back and hold its edges for her to settle in should she wish. "A chance for us to dine together, on bar food… in a bar…" He clears his throat. "It is not my most romantic of attempts, but, it… has a charm to it? I would think. Like a puppy with a bum leg, maybe?"
"I thought I was meeting you at Harry's…not at a private room at the local watering hole for dinner." Rogue comments, a sharp green look his way. She smiles at the rose, and the apple ale.
"You knew I'd be more nervous and balk at something fancier, didn't you. So you got around me this way, trying to romance me on the sly." She says to him, taking the seat he's pulled out for her.
Remy steps around the table and settles himself into the seat across from her, "I plead the fifth, Chere." He says to her once he's seated as well. "At least I did not pick up the tuxedo teeshirt at the gas station down the road from here, like I had considered doin' for a spell or two." He quips then, grinning more widely to her.
His eyes glance out toward the main room of the bar and he shakes his head just a little. "Ain't no good company out there t'night t'talk to anyway, we better off'n here, just the two'a us, no?"
He reaches down to in front of him and picks up a couple of folded pieces of paper. "So look." He offers one over to her. Inside of it is the simplistic food offered by the bar, with flourished names beside it like 'Most Amazing American Cheeseburger Of All time!' and 'Chicken Strips of Pure Heaven Delight!'.
"It is all… edible?" He says then, wobbling his right hand back and forth.
There is a laugh, and her hand will slide across the table to try and snag his wobbling one out of the air to hold. "Certainly no company I'd enjoy as much as I enjoy yours." She says softly, but that's a pretty heavy statement from the belle.
"I like the cheeseburgers here, especially with extra pickles and ranch to dip the fries in. But I like simple bar food, like a plebian." She smirks down at the folded paper.
Remy intercepts her hand with his own and he gives it a firm and embracing squeeze, his hands are rough and strong, they've been through a lot in his 20-something years on this planet and that is quite evident from their texture. "You and me have the same tastes, I swear it, Chere."
"Cheeseburgers for both of us." He says, to the waiter who was beside them the whole time, quietly observing (entirely paid off by Remy before-hand). He writes down all the little details that had been voiced and then steps out to give them some privacy in the room.
"I'm glad you accepted the invite. I was worried I was gonna be dinin' in here alone, or wit Jimmy the Caddy from the golf resort down the road. He out there by himself at the bar, talkin' about how much his wife is the worst." Gambit smirks then.
"Ya saved me from that, Boo. So now I owe you whatever it is you want." He then pauses and holds a grin toward her. "Which I'm eager t'find out what that is. For a plethora of reasons."
Rogue will just quietly hold his hand, green eyes watching him. "Well, if I had known your devious plan, maybe I wouldn't have." She teases, picking up her apple ale with her other hand to sip at.
"Jimmy the Caddy will just have to live without your charming self, I am keepin' you all for me." She will flash a grin at him. "Whatever I want, hmm? That's a big offer, Remy." She chuckles, looking down at where his hand holds hers. "How about we start with dinner, have dessert, then go for a moonlight boat ride and some making out. Then maybe you'll loan me an oversized t-shirt and some shorts, so I can spend the night."
Remy uses his thumb on the hand she's holding to stroke the backs of her fingers gently. "Music t'my ears, Chere." He says to her with a heartfelt smile. "Ya know, I've grown t'be pretty fond'a this ability t'touch ya. I'm not sure how ya mastered this mutation'a yours, but I'm a big fan'a how well its gone." His other hand reaches for his a drink of his own from the bar's beer bucket, making the ice rustle about. He sets it down and use shis thumb to charge the cap. It POPS off of the bottle and vanishes in a puff of bright pink smoke. "I might be a wee smidge biased though." He states as he grins and raises the bottle up to his lips for a sip.
He then points toward her with the bottle still in hand. "The Anna-Marie's been eager t'have more outin's on it." And he's of course referring to that boat he named after her, like every man wishes he could do for the woman he loves. Maybe he learned that from Forrest Gump, who knows! It was a good movie after all, and they did recently watch it!
"I'm not promising anything beyond making out, but I'd like to wake up to looking at you." Rogue confesses softly. "It's not mastered yet, but you sure do help keep me motivated." She's ever so slightly rosy as she spills more of her heart out than she has before.
"Well, the weather's supposed to be clear, and the moon's pretty full. It seems like a nice night for a ride out on the lake, don't you think?" She smiles at him, hand squeezing his lightly.
Remy just holds that silly smile of his as he shakes his head lightly. "You not bound t'any expectations from me, Chere." He reminds her, always wanting to make sure she knows that to be true. "Even just bein' with you like this? It makes me the happiest man in all'a New York, if not much further, I am sure'a that."
He sets his bottle down after another light sip and draws in a deep breath, glancing toward one of the windows, then back to her. "This is summe'time is the best'a the seasons, no? We gotta move somewhere where its summe'ah all year round. Preferrably with a beach'n some sparklin' waves, then you be in bikini mode all 12 months'a the year. Another bonus!"
"I know, but I want to be clear of my intent now, because that way, beer and kisses do not muddy the waters, later." She points out, smiling at him softly. "I don't know if I make you the happiest man in New York, being so clear, but I want us to both be happy, to both know where we stand."
There's a shrug. "I don't know. I like fall, too. The leaves, all crunchy underfoot, the pumpkins and apples, all the pies, the scents of the air. Being able to have a fire in the fireplace, warming feet and apple cider to cuddle over."
Remy grins across the table to her and when she speaks of the autumnal season he just has to slowly bob his head in a couple of faint nods. "Maybe you won me over for Fall. But once dat snow shows up? Mmmm… it nice t'look at for a few minutes, but then its time t'head for warmer weathers, if'n ya ask me. Good for Christmas, no thanks for the months after that."
When their food is brought in through the door via a large tray, Remy sits up a little higher in his seat. "Ah ha, the fine dinin' experience may commence." He says with a sly grin. Once their plates are set out and the waiter steps back out, Remy reaches for a napkin to place it in front of him on the table, then he looks up to her green eyes again.
"Maybe we settle on a beach front vacation home then?" He's always had his dreams, this Remy LeBeau. One of them is right here across from him tonight.