Illy and Remy
Remy had never graduated from high school. He considered himself a graduate of the school of life, specializing in general studies and romance languages.
Still, he liked a party. This place was strictly a casual affair, so he was wearing a dark sleeveless tee and worn-out jeans, with boots that had seen better days. He was comfortable no matter what he was wearing, and used to doing a pass-through to say hi before retreating off into the corner to watch for a little while. Before, it was a means to steal something off a mark or to follow them later so they were unaware. But doing that kind of stuff didn't seem too hospitable after his stay in the Tower. He actually liked the people there and wanted them to like him too. Despite the fact that he was there to make sure Rogue stayed on task at Sinister's behest. A job he both loved and hated since his current co-worker was as fiery as her hair color was.
What Remy really liked about living in the Tower was new people showing up all of the time. It was a fixed location, but new visitors to this universe seemed to come and go constantly. Case in point? He sidled up to the newest resident with a wide smile.
"Whooo~eee, mon amie! You look like you're dressed up fo' no good," he said in a smooth drawl, resting a shoulder up against a nearby wall. He didn't do anything lascivious and kept it casually friendly, instead eyeing the board games curiously. If the girl was alone in the corner, she might not want company, and he could easily mosey off elsewhere. "I'm Remy. I think we talked on de network. Sidewalk side-step, right?"