Remy Lebeau (lediableblanc) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-20 01:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jubilation lee (jubilee), remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Remy and Jubilee
What: Doing what Remy does best
When: 7/18
Where: A club in Anaheim
Rating/Warning: PG
Status: Complete
Remy had, to put it mildly, an itch.
He’d been walking to the store when he’d casually heard a woman talking about her necklace. In public, in an area where there were a whole mess of people.
“It’s insured for three point two million, Shaunee. It doesn’t matter if it gets stolen. It was part of the old Russian crown jewels or something. Aren’t there enough of those floating around?”
Right then and there Remy made up his mind to follow the woman and see what he could do about liberating that treasure from a decidedly inferior bosom. He did a quiet about-face and started ambling down the block. They were headed into a club, and Remy hoped he was clean-cut enough to get in.
Jubilee had talked Laura into spending some time with Logan, and took the opportunity to try to rediscover that feeling of sound and sweat and blood pumping through her veins. She wore a thin yellow mini-dress, pink gogo boots, gigantic bangle earrings, and a grin. It was an outfit that screamed pure Jubilee.
She squeezed through the crowd at the door, flashed her smile and a little paff, and was let in.
Remy did manage to get into the club eventually, especially after a twenty slipped to the bouncer. He looked around, settling into the same rhythm as the crowd, glad he’d worn mostly black today, aside from his trenchcoat. He did his best not to flirt or look, but a few smiles escaped him - he was married, not dead.
Jubilee had moved to the dance floor, weaving in and out, dancing with men and women and sometimes both. She missed Laura - the two had a rhythm all their own. But she was still having fun. She danced closer to a woman with this absolutely gorgeous necklace, and an okay rack.
Remy had spotted the girl - tacky-ass shoes, for one - and assumed the position. He leaned against the bar near where the girl was dancing, carefully and subtly eyeing her. He kept his wedding ring on - some women liked the challenge. Hopefully she’d dance over and he could get close enough to get the catch on the necklace open.
As he was checking her out, though, he saw a bright yellow flash next to the woman, getting close. Was there somebody trying to horn in on his mark, dammit?
Jubilee spun around, arms in the air like she just don't care. She bumped into the woman. "Woops!" She skipped back when the woman gave her a bitchy look, then slipped back through the crowd, zeroing in on the bar.
Remy recognized the woman as she got closer to him, and figured he could say hi, at least for a bit. “Well hello, Miz Jubilee. How’s tricks?”
"Remy! How's it hangin'!" She bounced over, giving him a great big grin. It was hard not to smile at Remy. There was that crush she'd nursed, and she tended to have fond memories of Paris with him, Laura and Wolvie.
"Jus' dancing, yo. The Hotness is rusty an' the other Hotness is hangin' with Wolvie."
Remy chuckled. She seemed to be great, both in and out of the dreams, if a little bouncy. “You look real nice! You gettin’ your groove back, girl?” His grin was lazy, hoping she wasn’t offended; he knew she’d been duffed up a lot during that mission.
“I’m working on it.” She leaned against the bar and rubbed at her stomach. “It’s so weird. I mean...when I was all vampy it would heal right over, and I wouldn’t notice, but Dr. Hussain does her hoodoovoodoo and...it doesn’t feel right. Can’t explain it.” She lowered her eyes. “What’re you doing here. Don’t seem like your usual place!”
“Ain’t never had to deal with none of that, but I heard the stories.” Remy chuckled. As for what he was doing here, he shifted on his feet. “I saw somet’in I liked, so I came in.”
“Girl or something shiny?” Her eyes glinted, and she scanned the room casually. There were plenty of hotties, and plenty of shiny. But if it was Gambit it had to be something extraordinary.
“Old, Russian, and worth three point two million. You take a guess.” Remy laughed.
“Want help?” Jubilee glanced at him, grinning. “Could be all distractin’ an’ shiiiiiiiizzzz!”
“Well, you might be distracting enough.” Remy laughed again, checking out her dress. “That be some getup, Miz Jubilee.”
She flushed a bit. It was nice to be able to flush. “Thanks, cajun. Point out the mark an’ I can keep them distracted by being all sexy, yo!”
“Not too sexy; ain’t you a married lady now?” Remy couldn’t help but grin. He heard things. “And me a married man; will wonders never cease?”
“The world’s ending. We’re all boned.” She nodded sagely, then stretched her arms over her head. “Just sexy enough to keep their eyes on the goods. Not sexy enough to get their hands on the goods.”
“You’s a queen bee, you.” Remy grinned lazily, settling back against the bar to give Jubilee time to work. She sure moved nice. And now she was heading up to the girl, doing that kind of grindy dance where he was never sure if it was platonic or not. It was nice to look at, even if he had work to do.
Jubilee closed her eyes, pretending the girl next to her was Laura. She moved wrong, so it wasn't perfect, but it was enough to keep the woman solidly distracted. She was pretty sure the mark was straight even. But she was The Hotness. And the Hotness could work wonders.
Remy did appreciate the view, and appreciated that Jubilee clearly knew her stuff. She wasn’t overdoing it, either. After a few minutes, he managed to ease his way onto the floor and dance over behind the girl. Thankfully, his touch was light, as it always had been.
Jubilee had the girl drinking out of the palm of her hand. She didn't even notice Remy had done his work until the glitter was gone. She gave her a few more minutes, then disappeared in the throng of the crowd.
Remy felt the stones around his fingers and stored them safe in his inner jacket pocket, taking care to dance with her a little longer, even checking her out a bit. But eventually he did smile and melt away, hoping it was dark enough to make himself unnoticed and unremembered. Now to go find Jubilee.
Jubilee was waiting with a pair of drinks in a dark corner near the wall. She handed Remy his silently and beamed. “That was hot...” And it was exciting. She wanted to do that again.
Remy took it, inclining his head at her. “I started to dream of it, and I got turned on thinkin’ about it. I love my woman, but ain’t much better than liftin’ something from someone who ain’t deserving.” Just call him the Cajun Robin Hood.
“What did she do? That girl. Didn’t seem like she had much going on up top that wasn’t boobs and I’ve seen waaaaay better.” She grinned at him.
“When Imperial crown jewels ain’t shit to you, you don’t deserve to wear ‘em around your neck to some club.” Remy rolled his eyes. It bugged him. Also, it was too pretty for that sallow skin of hers.
“For reals? Crown jewels? That’s awesome! How the hell did a skank like her get them?” Jubilee bounced on the heels of her feet, trying to get a good look at them.
“No idea, but she was nattering about them diamonds being “no big deal”. Clearly, someone who appreciates them more should have them.” Remy might have smiled something close to innocently. Maybe his new wife would like a gift.
"What a bitch!" There were other words a lot more awful that she might have used, but even Jubilee wasn't that crass. She elbowed Remy. "I'm thinking you've totes got just the lady in mind, amirite?"
“Maybe.” Remy said lightly, letting his eyes smile for him. “Never did give her a proper wedding gift. What about you two, mam’zelle? You do anything nice for your lady besides the bed-related?” Call him curious.
“We had this huge cake, and I got my hotness a ring on a chain.” She tapped her knuckles. “Cuz I figured that … well claws and rings totes don’t go together!”
“Oh, wait, right. She Logan’s, oui?” Remy had to think a minute - he’d never heard of anybody else with claws.
“His clone, yo! All.....actually I don’t know much more than that. I really should ask her and shiz. I know she’s struggled with her killer instinct, an’ she was made into this kid assassin in the dreams...” Jubilee frowned. “Jus’ what I’ve picked up when I tasted her blood, mostly, and a few things Logan told me.”
Remy grimaced. “Sounds like you just the right thing for her, p’tite.” He didn’t blink at the tasting her blood; he knew Jubilee had been a vampire. “God knows Logan needs somebody, bet she does too.” He couldn’t help but grin, though. “She as grumpy as him?”
“No! She’s..kinda of cheerful. Which is nice ‘cause in the dreams she doesn’t talk much and is all...emotionally damaged an’ shiz.” Which she was here too but that wasn’t something she was going to say out loud. “She knows how to laugh.”
“Good.” Remy smiled. “Glad to hear it. Logan’s gettin’ there himself, but still. His lady friend helpin’ out. You know what they say about gettin’ it regular.” He laughed; of course it was more than that, but he didn’t want to make Jubilee throw up.
“I feel sorry for anyone else in their house,” Jubilee replied, nodding her head with an exaggerated serious manner.
Remy laughed delightedly. “I hear that.” He shifted the necklace in his pocket, sighing contentedly. “You and your lady should come to Candy and me’s party. Throwin’ a little one for after the wedding. Can light up them fireworks outside, if you want!”
A red light paffed between them and Jubilee giggled. “Dealio!”
“No booze - Candy’s in AA - but cake and all the good trimmings.” Remy tipped an invisible hat. “Miiight be tryin’ to give Logan the piece of king cake with the baby in it.”
“Me an’ Laura will help with that!” Jubilee’s grin only got wider. That would be the best party ever...