Remy Lebeau (lediableblanc) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-20 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Remy and Logan
What: Looking for advice
When: 9/19
Where: A bar near Remy and Candy's apartment
Rating/Warning: PG for language and Logan
Status: Complete
Remy had called and asked Logan to meet him for a drink. He needed advice. It might sound weird, but there was only one person he trusted more than Logan, and Candy had given her opinion. He got to the bar early, asking for just a beer to get him started.
Logan plopped down next to Remy, a beer already in hand. He nodded gruffly at Remy. “Hey, Cajun. What’s up?”
“Hey, mon ami.” Remy tipped his bottle in Logan’s direction. “Thanks for comin’. Had to ask you about something, man to man. And no, it ain’t got nothing to do with a threesome, regardless of what Candy jokes about.”
“Damn, and here I was lookin’ forward to some patented southern ass,” Logan said.
“Sorry, it’s spoken for now.” Remy shrugged. “Besides, you apparently got some patented Cali legs waitin’ at home for you.” Candy had told him about Logan’s girlfriend. “No, I had to ask what you think about an opportunity of sorts. Kinda dropped in my lap. You ever heard of une femme called Natasha Romanova? Or I dun’ know, maybe she go by Odinson now.”
Cali legs were amazing, Logan had to admit. “Yeah. I’m familiar with her.” His eyes darted - he knew a Natasha in one world, and knew the actress here. He had figured she was like Stark. The same but different. Though he’d gotten a phone call from her a few weeks ago that had been enlightening.
“One night, I was headin’ back from downtown, and went to a bar. Wanted a drink, but can’t bring no alcohol home to Candy.” Remy shook his head. “Happened to meet her there. We got to talkin’, and she eventually offered me a chance to audition. For her new film. Just a little part, but I still ain’t sure.”
“Go for it. She’s an amazin’ woman in jus’ about every way you can imagine, an’ this could be fuckin’ huge.” Logan leaned forward. “Even if you never get the part. You don’t do it you’re gonna be askin’ yourself why the fuck you didn’t try. Unless you’re worried about your pretty face all over the place.”
“Well, I am, a little.” Remy laughed. “I ain’t wanna have no damn photogs on my lawn. Though that does lead me to the fact that if I accept this, me ‘n Candy could move somewhere bigger. We just got a dog, so we need the damn space.”
“There’s that.” Logan smirked at him. “What kinda role is it, you know?” He tried to imagine the cajun a big movie star. It made him laugh out loud.
“Ain’t too big. She said it was a spaceship pilot.” Remy tried to remember more. “She gave me info for the audition, an’ all that, but I wasn’t sure whether or not to go.”
“You go, an’ you get the part or not. Don’t get it, least you tried. Get it, an’ hell, can get a nice starter for a nest egg.” Logan looked at Remy, raising his eyebrow. “Need someone to hold your hand, cajun?”
Remy snorted amiably. “Bitch, if you go, they gonna hire you, not me. And you got more money than le bon Dieu to begin with.”
Logan laughed. “I ain’t gonna poach your part, Remy. I don’t got a photogenic face.”
“No, you just got a face every woman wants.” Remy laughed. “Fine, come with me if you want. I wanna see your woman’s face when you tell her you gonna be in a movie with une belle actrice.” He polished off his beer, ordering another.
“I ain’t goin’ to be in a movie,” Logan said. Famous last words.
“Okay.” Remy laughed. “Natasha won’t immediately be entranced by your rugged good looks?” He got his next beer. “How your woman, speakin’ of?”
“Throwin’ up a lot. Threatenin’ to kill me every few hours. Expected shit.” He grinned.
“So about what you expectin’. Along with the little one.” Remy chuckled. “Least it ain’t worse, I suppose. Candy seems to be happy with the dog for now. Named her Ruby.”
“Hope you get a place with room for her. We got wolf pups and they need all kinds of fuckin’ room.”
“She’s a pit mix, so yeah, she gonna need some space.” Remy got his phone out. “She’s kinda cute, though. Worth it.”
“Remy. You’re showin’ me pictures of your dog. The fuck happened to you?” Logan looked at him, an amused expression on his face.
“Gettin’ laid regular?” Remy made a face. “Make you a bet, you gonna be showin’ sonograms around when it’s time.”
“That ain’t ever happenin’,” Logan promised, growling at Remy like some feral beast. He’d be proud to have a kid but he wasn’t some pussy yuppy.
“I will make you that bet, mon ami.” Remy held out a hand. “What you want from me if you resist the urge?’
“Nothin’, because that’s a bet you’re gonna lose an’ you ain’t got anything I want,” Logan replied. He was a grumpy, grumpy man, but it was mostly for show.
“You still a jackass.” Remy smirked. “How you got that woman to let you knock her up, I ain’t ever gonna know.” But he quit being a jackass himself, getting a little more serious. “Things all quiet up round you, speaking of family? Nothing out of the ordinary?” Sometimes he just waited for the other shoe to drop, in terms of violence.
“Happy accident,” Logan said. It wasn’t like he ever bothered with protection. It was probably his worst trait.
"But it goin' according to plan, oui?" Remy looked at him. Eventually he wanted his own, after all. "Just thinkin' about family lots lately. Might have une probleme with Candy's dad." He trusted Logan with his life, and Candy's. He knew she did too.
“Yeah. I guess it’s going according to plan. Tryin’ to not think about how it could all go wrong.” Vel lost the baby, it would probably kill him. Her too. He just never liked to admit that.
Remy felt like an ass, pressing him. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have pushed. But it does lead me to the next thing I wanted to ask. You think if I ask nice, Scott an’ them might help protect my wife?” Like, maybe keep an eye on their place or something. Or recommend someone who was good at tailing, even.
“I don’t think you even need to ask nice. Jus’ ask.” Logan grunted. He couldn’t fault Scott his loyalty. “Most of us’ll be happy to help.”
“Her daddy might have found her,” Remy explained. “And her daddy used to beat on her. Between the two of us, he won’t do nothin’ to Candy, but I want tails. Or surveillance. We wanna know who’s comin’.” He knew in his heart of hearts that he’d kill BIll Quackenbush if he laid a hand on Remy’s wife, but if he got the jump, it would be even better.
Logan considered offering to make the man disappear. It wouldn’t really be that hard. “I’ll do some of it myself, an’ see if Kitty’s interested.” He wouldn’t ask Laura. Jubilee probably would but she had confidence issues. “See who Scott could task, since we’d all probably want to have a piece.”
“Ain’t no killing allowed, less it’s his life or yours.” Remy said, shaking his head as he finished off his second beer. “Candy deserves first crack at the sumbitch. But I think we would sure both be grateful for the help.” Logan, despite his teasing, understood love. He loved Candy. It really was that simple.
“What? I wasn’t thinkin’ about guttin’ him or nothin’,” Logan said, looking at Remy with mock indignation. He might be, but he had a low opinion of abusers.
“Yes you were, but I ain’t blaming you. Just sayin’, Candy deserves first crack.” Remy smiled a little bit, despite the seriousness of the situation. “I appreciate you all. Not to get all sappy, but it does make me feel better knowin’ you all got my back. I started dreamin’ again and it got me all uncomfortable.”
“What if I cut him off at the knee, so she can have her way with him,” Logan suggested. He reached over and patted Remy’s shoulder. “Ain’t goin’ to get much better, bub.”
“Sounds like it.” Remy grimaced. “Dreamt about bein’ in Australia for some fuckin’ reason, and it all went bad and somebody tried to frame me. Nasty.”
“Australia was bad all around,” Logan replied, not sure which time Remy was referring to, but that was Australia for you. “Fucking Australia.”
“All the shit with Viceroy,” Remy explained further, figuring Logan probably would have been through that in the dreams before him.
He nodded his head. “Figure you got enough shit you’ve done you don’t need to be framed for it.”
That made Remy laugh out loud. “In the dreams, mais oui, ain’t gonna lie about that!”
“Sometimes wish we could jus’ fly someplace in the Blackbird an’ relax. Fuck. Maybe we should.”
“Aw, didn’t know you felt that way about me.” Remy teased.
Logan gave him a dry look. “I meant you me an’ our women.”
“Candy would love that.” Remy got serious. “Ain’t had a honeymoon. Was gonna try an’ give her one if I got paid good for the movie thing.”
“When is your audition, again?” Logan asked. He couldn’t remember if Remy had mentioned it.
“Next week.” Remy finished his beer, starting to reach for his wallet. “Tasha gave me a hard time about finding the address, even.”
“I don’t think she meant anything by it, but you wrote it down?” Logan grinned ferally at him.
“The address? Yeah.” Remy eyed him warily. “You ain’t serious?” He’d laugh at Logan.
“What?” Logan grinned at Remy. “I’m pullin’ your chain.”
“Sure you is. If I give it to you, you gonna show up and become a big movie star?” Remy smirked, paying for Logan’s beer too, because he could.
“Nope, jus’ makin’ sure you remember how to get there,” he retorted.
“So you want me to be the big name in town. I ain’t thinking you is so altruistic.” Remy gave it right back, getting off his barstool. “Go home to your woman, and quit givin’ me shit.” But he quit teasing, sticking a hand out. “All joking aside, merci beaucoup for the push in the right direction.”
Logan took his hand and shook it. “Good luck, bub. Really hope this works out for you.”
“An’ I guess I call Scott about the surveillance.” Remy shook his hand firmly, smiling a little. “You ever actually get that wild hair to go fly someplace, you let me know, oui? Think the women would love it.” He made sure he had all his shit where it ought to be. “I see you ‘round, mon ami.”