Who: Remy and Anna When: Monday, June 28, early evening Where: District X, mechanics shop What: Dropping off a last minute fix-up Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Remy didn't really believe in the word "no." It always got replaced in his mind with the words "convince me otherwise," and convince (and con) he would. With his charming accent, excess charisma, and smooth words, he usually got a "yes" out of people before long, especially women. When he found someone who persisted with "no?" Remy was far from daunted. He was instead intrigued and wouldn't leave his new case alone. Unfortunately for Anna Raven, she had caught his eye and was very persistent with the word no. He'd learned muddled bits of her past from his own contacts with the Brotherhood, but didn't really pursue or seem to care much about that. He knew better than anyone the importance of living in the present and trying to forget the past.
So he hadn't given up. It has been almost a month since Remy had started trying to talk the mechanic out into getting a drink. Granted, he had been terribly distracted with this particular project. He was spending more time as Gambit than even before, donning the costume to work for the highest bidder, and working for himself in getting rid of most of the BP stations in the area. District X, at least, had none (and had only had a couple to begin with), and several stations in the city had closed out of fear of being the next target. Feeling like he deserved a break, he decided to make Monday a not-so-boring day and try again with his favorite grease monkey.
She resisted much harder than he was used to seeing girls resist as of late, so he knew he had to step up his game. Dressed in a pressed suit and light purple shirt, he looked a little out of place pushing a motorcycle up to the garage, hoping to catch Anna just before closing time. It would be easier to convince her out if she was getting ready to close up but wasn't in for the night, right? "Bonsoir, mon bella cher!" he called out as he approached the shop. It was really a huge step for him, to let anyone else touch his motorcycle. That was why it wasn't really his motorcycle, not his baby at least. Non, it was just some bike he'd stolen a week before and had gotten attached to, but not fallen in love with, and subsequently wrecked, the front half obviously seeing better days, in an attempt to have a true reason to see Anna. One she couldn't deny him for. "I gotta petite dat needs yer help righ' away!" He liked to lay his Cajun accent on even thicker when trying to get girls to change from "non" to "oui." He was hoping desperately that it would finally work. People he had mentioned Anna to told him it was impossible, which just made him want her, just once, so much more.