Characters: Rremy LeBeau and OTA Setting: New York City Content: Celebratory drinking or whatever Summary: Who knows really?
It was nice to have his own powers back. He felt more like himself, though he wasn't about to go and admit that. Sure, it had taken him a little time to figure out that they were back, but given the fact that it's not like he had been calling on his own abilities since that day he realized that he had lost them, it made sense. So, Remy figured a little bit of some celebratory drinking was in order. Yes, it was a school night, but it's not like anyone had to know. It also wasn't like he wouldn't be good and ready for whatever dimension of hell he found himself in tomorrow either.
But sitting at the bar, he ordered a glass of bourbon only to tell the bartender to leave the bottle. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. Might as well enjoy the evening. Not that he planned on getting completely wasted or anything, but drinking was certainly a good start to whatever life planned to throw his way tonight. Or whatever he found himself planning on doing after a bit of drinking. All was fair game.