Remy LeBeau (Gambit) (
kineticcajun) wrote2012-08-25 05:45 pm
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8th Card Dealt [Action - Backdated to August 21]
[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!]
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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[Not that his past birthdays have put up much of a contest to this one, but hell. You can't argue with having fun in a simulated environment and then having beer and cake with someone who's practically family. Better family than the adopted one back home, too.
He takes another swig of beer, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat.]
I might take you up on makin' another one sometime. Maybe for Christmas. Otherwise I'll owe you too much.
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[A slow swig of her beer and she nudges the cake across to Remy. It was a small, simple chocolate cake. Nothing fancy. That's why he had the coat. It was more than she'd been able to do for her own siblings the past few years. Now she had the time to do something fun and nice for Rems.]
Christmas sounds just about right. [she can't help but grin back, no longer as tired or worried as she'd been before.]
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[Remy starts to reach out for the cake, but pauses, a warm glow lighting in his eyes. She definitely doesn't look as tired or worn down, and it's a change he can really appreciate. It's not often he finds himself so attached to anyone, and he's not in any mood to be subtle about it.]
You really oughta smile like that more often, doc. Suits you.
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[The past few days have been kind to her and there wasn't anything quite like a waterfight with Jedi, a pony, and Captain America. After that she couldn't be anything but cheerful. That and knowing she had something she knew Gambit would enjoy. Adele's proud of the simulation, and the coat, and that she'd managed to arrange this while he was none the wiser.]
I haven't had much reason to smile like this but...I have a feeling I'll have more cause in the months to come.
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It's encouraging, odd as it is.]
Sure seems that way, don't it? Well... [And here he holds up his beer in a toast.] Here's to that feelin' comin' true.
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She lifts her bottle in turn.] To being stupidly optimistic. May we not fall on our faces for it.
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To stupid optimism.
[Not something he's ever really put any faith in before, but hell. Just this once.]
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Any other birthday wishes I might grant, Chou chou?
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[And he really appreciates that she did. Having someone who actually cares makes a huge difference.]
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[Something oft quoted in her household, rarely spoken here. There's only a handful she considers to be family, and of them? Remy is the first.]
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[He's usually the one making an exception, come to think of it. Henri might sometimes, but the rest of the clan isn't much help at all. But he can just gloss over that idea with another grin and a swig of beer.]
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[She salutes him with her bottle.]
You are far more likely to manage that than I.