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Remy LeBeau (shadowthief) wrote in x_emplary,
@ 2008-02-04 18:47:00

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kevin ford, remy lebeau

Stocking up
Getting four cases of beer onto his motorcycle had been no easy task. Some cleverly placed bungee cords worked wonders. Remy LeBeau had made it back to the Brotherhood house with no casualties. There was going to be some big celebrating tomorrow - even if he was the only one. He was perfectly content to sit on the rooftop by himself, finishing off his stash.

Tomorrow was Mardi Gras, after all.

Carrying the beer inside was another matter. With two cases in each hand, and a case tucked under each hand, Remy couldn't get his keys from his pocket. The back door was going to be a problem. Walking up to the screen door, Remy kicked it with the toe of his boot. If anyone was in there, maybe they'd hear it.

Remy shook his head. Nope. No one would get it. They'd probably walk right past the door with him outside, struggling to keep from dropping his precious cargo. The beer was too much for him to take into his shadow form to slip under the door. He'd try it, but he doubted it would work.

He faded into a dark shape, the outlines of his beer cases still visible, but he couldn't hold it for long. He faded back into his visible form, panting slightly as though he had been holding his breath.

"Hey! Anybody in there wanna get the door? I got my hands full," he hollered at the back door.

Maybe that would get someone's attention.

[Open - Brotherhood house]

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underthesun
2008-02-05 02:22 am UTC (link)

"I hear you."

And just to be clear about it, Kevin Ford was not disgruntled. Or if he ever was, Remy can be sure that it was not his hollering that had caused the foul mood -- rather, it would be the bus he had to catch about or almost an hour ago just so he could get home. Traffic and walking for about ten minutes were not his cups of tea, after all.

A manila envelope would be found pinned by his arm as he eyed the motorbike, then the beer, then the person standing before the screen door. A slight surprise registered itself in Kevin's face -- wow, Remy's here? Those words remained in his mind as he slipped in between the older man and the door so that he held onto the fake-steel handle and started to pull the creaking thing open towards him and beholding the hallway that now laid before Remy.

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shadowthief
2008-02-05 02:57 am UTC (link)

Remy stepped back as Kevin opened the door "Merci, mon ami," he said, shouldering the screen door open further to heave the cases of beer inside.

"Cold out dere." Trudging inside, Remy glanced sideways at Kevin. "How you doin', man? Looks like you could use one of these." He held up one of the cases as best he could without dropping the one under his arm.

He started down the hallway, but turned and walked backwards a few steps so he could face Kevin before he got to the doorway into the kitchen.

	shadowthief 2008-02-05 05:20 am UTC (link)
	"Broken?" Remy noticed the sink. He simply wiped his hands with the rag, which he placed back on the counter again. "Hmm." Leaning against the counter and crossing his arms across his chest, Remy stared at the sink. "Yeah, been meanin' to fix that." They'd been living here how many years? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)