kineticcajun | 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!]

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[She should be proud. He's damn proud of her for doing such a good job with all of it. And he's honestly a little baffled as to why she would put in so much effort for some Cajun fool who's not even real where she comes from, but that doesn't mean he isn't flattered in a way that he's done something right enough for that not to matter.

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.

[After their initial meeting Adele had honestly stopped thinking of Gambit as a character, it was just easier for her that way. There was so much more to him besides that niggling detail. Not real, well. In his world the odds of her being real are fairly slim as well. It didn't change how she looks at him. An exasperating younger brother that causes just enough trouble to be endearing.

She lifts her bottle in turn.] To being stupidly optimistic. May we not fall on our faces for it.

[Her wording makes him chuckle, but he clinks his bottle against hers gently.]

To stupid optimism.

[Not something he's ever really put any faith in before, but hell. Just this once.]

[A nod and a deep swig of the beer, finishing the bottle. The rest was for Rems, now or later, a brew she noticed he enjoyed well enough.]

Any other birthday wishes I might grant, Chou chou?

You kiddin'? This already beats anythin' I'd ever expect. You gone above an' beyond, doc.

[And he really appreciates that she did. Having someone who actually cares makes a huge difference.]

LeBlancs do anything for family.

[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.]

Well... LeBeaus usually don't, but I can make an exception.

[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.]

You don't have to Rems. I'll appreciate it if you do, but you don't have to. Let me be the doting elder sibling, mm? Get in trouble, bother people, make mischief. Find a way out.

[She salutes him with her bottle.]

You are far more likely to manage that than I.

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