Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (
kineticcajun) wrote2011-12-26 04:02 pm
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3rd Card Dealt [Action/Voice]
[Finally. Finally the damn lights are out of his window. Gambit's never minded a little festivity, but when your eyes are sensitive to bright light, it gets a little hard to sleep when you can't. Take down. The Christmas lights.
So he's in a pretty good mood today. Snow aside, of course. He could do without that. But he's still venturing out in it - totally not slipping from time to time, you guys are imagining that - to swing by the grocery store.
Important business here. New Year's is coming up, and that means black-eyed peas. With the bad luck streak he's had going since he got here, he's going to need to make a ton of them for luck.
Which is making an idea dawn...]
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What kinda New Year's celebrations y'all got 'round here? Seems like wit' all the dif'rent traditions poolin' in, there oughta be some kinda party. Gotta be one night outta the year this place gets good an' noisy.
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Hey, petite. I'm t'inkin' we could use some fireworks next weekend. Sound like a plan?
So he's in a pretty good mood today. Snow aside, of course. He could do without that. But he's still venturing out in it - totally not slipping from time to time, you guys are imagining that - to swing by the grocery store.
Important business here. New Year's is coming up, and that means black-eyed peas. With the bad luck streak he's had going since he got here, he's going to need to make a ton of them for luck.
Which is making an idea dawn...]
[Voice]
What kinda New Year's celebrations y'all got 'round here? Seems like wit' all the dif'rent traditions poolin' in, there oughta be some kinda party. Gotta be one night outta the year this place gets good an' noisy.
[Filtered to Jubilee | 80% locked]
Hey, petite. I'm t'inkin' we could use some fireworks next weekend. Sound like a plan?
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[He'll ease onto a bar stool off to one side, leaving one empty in between them. And then actually be quiet for a moment.
Of course she isn't falling for it. But he's going to play along anyway and see what happens.]
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Frustrating enough to order the whip cream with the hot chocolate and see if the barkeep can manage to put the right bits of jalapeƱo and cinnamon into it. She chances a sidelong glance at him. He's hard to ignore... one thing she'll say about him is that he's got Presence. And she enjoys talking with him. It's dangerous.
When will that hot chocolate get here to distract her?]
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The plain black coffee he ordered will probably be exactly what he's needing here.
He catches that sidelong glance and answers it with a small smile. He's sure they've both got plenty on their minds, and yet he's still taking the gently joking route.]
T'ink that order mighta been a bit too tough for 'em, chere.
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Have some faith in people, Swamp Rat. Ya never know. It could happen.
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The whipped cream and cinnamon, maybe. But gettin' the right amount of spice in there? [Headshake.]
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[Looking AWAY from him now. Because that's so easy to do. Fortunately, her hot chocolate arrives. She cradles it in her gloved hands for a moment.]
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[Ah, and his coffee's here, too. Gambit is actually staying quiet for a moment again, this time in an attempt to warm up with this coffee. It may not be anything special, but it's hot. And with the way he can feel some traces of snow still in his hair - albeit melting a bit now - the warmth is definitely welcome.]
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She takes a cautious sip... yup. Too much cinnamon. Oh well, at least it's not undrinkable.
...how did they go from throwing snowballs at each other to this silence? Is it her fault? Which is better, which should she try to keep doing?]
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Whipped cream is hard to triumph over, Rogue.]
Want me to get that for you, chere?
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Why? Feel like spendin' the afternoon in a coma?
[...he has a nice laugh.
Shut up!]
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[He's not really joking, but he wouldn't be surprised if she didn't take it seriously. Still, eyes twinkling a bit from the lingering laughter, he takes another swig of coffee.]
'Sides, we got ways 'round that here.
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If you think I'd take a long walk ta let you swipe some whipped cream offa my nose, you've got an even more inflated opinion of yourself than I thought.
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[That might be a real glare he has leveled at him now, but he answers it with his best charming grin. Somehow he doubts this will entirely defuse the situation, but he's going to try it anyway.]
You know those eyes of yours are beautiful when you're mad, right?
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Idiot.
[Lame come back is lame, which she is well-aware. But what can she say, she's not used to straight-out flattery from him. She turns away and takes another sip of her hot chocolate, but barely a second passes before she glances at him out of the corner of her eye again.]
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At leas' I'm an idiot you can't keep your eyes off of.
[Which probably shouldn't amuse him half as much as it does.]
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And also: pfff.
She sets the hot chocolate down, tilts her head a little so he'll see that she's giving him a complete looking-over as she drawls.] I'm just waitin' for your head ta actually inflate an' start floatin' away. It could happen any minute now, an' I'd hate ta miss it.
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I t'ink it's stayin' where it is for now. Hate to disappoint, chere.
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[A small smirk, and the light of amusement in her eyes with that, because - Rogue is not about to deny that she enjoys window shopping, and here she's set herself up with an excellent excuse. Ha-ha, she wins.
...sort of.]
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Maybe I oughta sell tickets if it's so rivetin'.
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[It is very difficult not to smile right now, but she's managing it quite well.]
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Maybe you'll get your wish after all.
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A girl's gotta get lucky sometime.
[She said, as she brushed some hair out of her face with a little stretch that arches just so - before turning her attention completely back to her hot chocolate.]
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You know I got a few t'ings that could help wit' that luck.
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[Tiny. Little. Knowing. Smirk.]
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He glances over at her from the corner of his eye, weighing that reaction. She's got to be bluffing. His tone is just as calm.]
Oughta give it a chance 'fore you write it off like that, chere.
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done!
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