8th Card Dealt [Action - Backdated to August 21]

[kineticcajun]

[Today - or at least he assumes today - is Remy's birthday. It might not really be his actual birthday, and maybe that's why he's never approached it with too much excitement, but it's the day decided on by those who raised him. Somewhere, somebody probably knows the real date, but it's nothing he's ever really bothered himself too much over.

That said, he's not exactly celebrating his 22nd year of causing trouble everywhere. The day starts like just about any other, with a jog around town. Then a shower, then tossing together a fairly simple lunch.

From there, his usual trip to the Battle Dome for some "playtime" is delayed a bit by a trip to the clothes shop to get something other than the pair of shorts and tie-dye t-shirt that survived the latest sofa tribble attack. Once that's done, he'll head over to the Battle Dome for a bit.

Later on in the evening, he's having a cook-out, dammit. Burgers and steaks, with a slight Cajun twist on the spices. It is for his own dinner, but he's not a total jerkface - he knows cooking outside is bound to draw someone in this place, so there's extra, albeit not much. After that, it's a trip to Good Spirits for some bourbon and a chance to relax and wind down the night.

All in all, not too bad a birthday. It's possibly even better because he's made it a point not to tell anyone that it is... although the news might have leaked out to a few people.

Feel free to run into him at any point!]

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[touchofrogue]

[That evening at the Good Spirits, Remy receives a visitor wearing a green dress, long gloves, patterned black stockings and boots with laces all the way up to her knee.

She doesn't make any pretense about it, just glances around the room and heads towards him. She's carrying a bag.]

[kineticcajun]

[She may not be making any pretense about it, but Remy still can't help a smile. He definitely hadn't expected to see her at all today. And so, he lifts his drink in a mock toast.]

Maybe I oughta come by here more often if you're gonna be wearin' these dresses every time.

[touchofrogue]

[It was a nice dress, wasn't it. Her official excuse was summer. Her unofficial excuse was: Read 'em and weep.

Though she hadn't really expected to be affected by any of his smooth lines, for some reason that honest appreciation got to her. It had her taking on a little more receptive body language than she'd planned, subconsciously opening to him with the tilt of her hips and slant of her shoulders.]

I'd hate ta become predictable.

[And she reached into the bag...]

[kineticcajun]

Ain't predictable if I don't know which one it'd be.

[Which is the kind of mystery he is totally cool with. The kind he could live with easily. But that is beyond the point, because she is a) not glaring at him and b) actually seeming to open up a bit again. And that takes priority.

It almost means that he doesn't notice her reaching into the bag, although he catches on to that with only a little delay.]

...I really hope that ain't a pie in there you're gonna hit me wit'.

[What. Totally a legitimate concern.]

[touchofrogue]

[An amused huff.]

It was a thought.

[But instead she draws out a white wrapped box about the span of a hand tied with a red ribbon into a big floppy bow on top. She plops it on the table in front of him.]

Happy Birthday, Swamp Rat.

[kineticcajun]

[Remy stares blankly for a moment, not sure how she knew, but then realizes that this is a stupid thing to wonder about. There's any number of ways she could have found out, and in the end, the hows and whys don't really matter. Because this is a gift. From Rogue. A completely unexpected gift from Rogue.

...He inwardly hopes she hasn't gotten Stark to rig up this big floppy bow with some kind of explosive. Although that thought doesn't exactly remove the slow grin from his face.]

'Preciate it, chere. [So very curious. What fits in a box this size, anyway? Other than a watch. Which doesn't seem right at all. He glances back up at her with a spark of amusement in his eyes.] Can I open it or is it gonna go boom when I do?

[touchofrogue]

Please. You want me ta tell ya what's inside it too?

[Shaking her head with a faint smirk on her lips, Rogue turns to go.

In the event that this actually works smoothly and he lets her go, once he opens up the box he will find, wrapped in tissue paper, his very own piece of coal.]

[kineticcajun]

[He'll let her go. Honestly, seeing her at all was more than expected, let alone being given a gift. She might not be entirely out of the building yet, though, when he gets the box open.

There's just a moment's pause before he bursts out laughing.

Girl, you really do know him a bit too well.]