He smiled as soon as they showed up, sitting up a bit more, biting back a wince as he did. Once Pickles and Miniver were on the patio, he nodded towards the cooler full of bottles of beer. New Orleans heat was the best kind of heat in which to drink beer. He gave one of his own smiles back at Pickles, "Didn't work, gotta try harder. How you been." It had been a long time, indeed. The redhead had lost most of his hair, and Remy had been through a lot.
"Have you a seat, hommes. Ain't much cooler inside."