Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-15 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, harry dresden, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Harry Dresden & Remy Lebeau
When: October 14th, Evening
Where: Remy & Harry’s building
What: Smoking and chatting, some flirting.
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language
Status: Complete
Harry was bored. Days since he moved in with his new neighbor had been rather uneventful for him. He could be found in the smoking area they’d originally met in that day, leaning against a slab of concrete with a cigarette between his fingers. His cat prowled about the grassy lawn front near by, it seemed content outside but didn’t leave Harry’s sight. Yes, there was a story behind that-no it wasn’t likely anyone would get to hear it.
It was another warm day, and Harry was dressed casually once again. His rich friends probably assumed he didn’t even own suits, but it was just the opposite. However he didn’t believe in suiting up for mediocre things like smoking, or bar meetings that ended in drinking and smoking. Why torment oneself? It took quite a bit to make him get dressed up. Most people just stopped trying after a while.
He idly watched his cat, wondering what it was cats did all day when their owners weren’t home.
Remy needed to buy a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He literally didn’t own one single pair. So, he was headed downstairs in his suit, pulling out a cigarette as he got outside those doors and pausing to light it up.. then he took notice of Harry and would pause. A slow smile spread over his face and he pulled the cigarette away and puffed out a bit of smoke into the air.
“You really love that cat.” His remark as he came slowly over to the other man and sank down onto the bench, stretching out long legs and scratching his fingers some along the wood to entice the cat closer. He wanted to pet you, buddy.
God, Remy needed a cat, too.
“How have you been?” It was hard to tell if he was talking to Harry or the cat.
Harry was a fairly easy going neighbor. He didn’t intrude in Remy’s personal business, nor did he host loud parties at all hours of the evening. He was actually rather laid back in spite of his unknown business dealings and strange suited visitors at times. “It’s complicated.” He stated in a teasing tone toward the red head at the mention of love for the feline. It was indeed, but he didn’t just hand out stories like candy, he enjoyed making people work for them if they wanted it.
He watched Remy take interest in the cat who seemed to take up the opposite attitude and not even acknowledge the man’s presence just yet. As cats often did. They too wanted the person vying for attention to work for it a bit. Maybe that was part of why Harry and Mister got on so well.
“Entirely spoiled.” He responded for both of them as he leaned back and watched him through amused eyes.
Playing hard to get with Remy was like waving a carrot in front of a rabbit. He just wanted it more. So when the cat swayed away just so, he would scoot further to reach out and be able to get a pet just along the animal’s rear and its tail before it got too far away.
It made the Cajun groan. “Why do you tease me so?” Complained to the animal with a grin.
But he’d sit back up slowly and turn hazel eyes onto the other man, bringing his cigarette up for a slow drag, then puffing out a few smoke rings. “I’m smitten.” He admitted a second later.
He loved your spoiled, holier-than-thou cat.
The cat was enjoying the game though it didn’t show it on it’s face. He didn’t even react to Remy’s attempts either, except to look away with further disinterest as a butterfly caught its attention instead. That butterfly captivated it far more than the Cajun’s attempts to win his affection. Harry could only laugh a bit more at the display.
“You’ll never get anywhere like that.” But he wasn’t about to give away the secret to Mister’s heart, he wanted to see how it played out too. That was half the fun of cats you see. Their little personalities were a great source of entertainment.
“I think he’s leading you on.” He mused, taking a drag of his own cigarette and leaning back against a slab of decorative rock near by. “Should I be jealous?”
****
“Aah.” He’d straighten and reach into his pocket, pulling out a bit of twine he’d used to wrap up a letter earlier. Untying the knot, he’d stretch it out and bounce it around a little to try and get the animal’s attention. String, kitty. Oooh..
“He’s a tease. But I love him.” He’d look up with a smile at Harry and give the man a wink. “I think this is where I should make a comment about a beautiful pussy. But I’ll behave.”
**
If cats could roll their eyes Mister was doing it now. And yet he was severely tempted to paw at the little item. However his stubborn attitude caused him to refuse it. He was enjoying the game of ignoring the red head. He wasn’t ready to give it up, and if a cat wasn’t ready for something there was no way to force them into being otherwise.
“Hells bells you two are makin’ me sick.” Harry commented dryly. “Get a room.” He retorted again at Remy’s confession of love in the same tone. The large cat surprised them both and went over a nearby fence. Huh. The cat must have seen a critter through it or something. Harry shrugged as he took another puff of his cigarette. “If I ignore your ass will I get that kind of attention?” He mused.
***
“Yes. Yes, you will.” Remy admitted with a little laugh as the cat headed over the fence and the two men were left alone.
So he turned to face Harry and would waggle the string at him.
“Here, kitty kitty..” Taunted with a grin. He looked a lot better than he had the other day. He was healing up nicely and he had more energy. He’d be good as new in a month. Or, that was what the doctors said when he went to his weekly check-up.
“What are you smoking, anyway?” What was your brand, Cute Butt?
Harry watched his fat tabby go over the fence and was rather impressed by it really. He didn’t realize Mister could still pull that off. He figured him for far too much of a spoiled housecat by now to care for fences and critter chasing.
Then the man was pushing string at him, and ironically Harry gave him nearly the very same unimpressed look Mister had. He noticed Remy had a bit more energy than the last time he’d met him, but he didn’t know why. He pushed the hand away with an exasperated expression. “Royals.” He responded simply enough, his brand of cigarettes wasn’t a secret after all.
“If you feel like showering me in gifts. Royals and a good whiskey and I’m a happy man.”
“See, I was thinking slinky underwear and a thick cigar.” Pervert. But he was, of course, smiling when he said it. “But I can handle a pack of Royals and a good whiskey.” It’d be one of the easiest gifts he’d ever given. And it seemed like an appropriate housewarming gift.
He lifted his cigarette to take another slow drag of his cigarette, studying Harry as he did. “What is it that you do, Harry?” Finally asked.
“Don’t feel that’s unwelcome.” He mused over the cigarette, though really he wasn’t expecting gifts. Unless they came in slinky underwear of course. Harry didn’t care much for talking about business.
“I’m a bar owner.” That part he wasn’t exactly sure Remy was going to buy, but it was true. He was a very successful bar owner. He just didn’t reveal his clients. It really wouldn’t have been hard to connect at all though, bar owner, Chicago, mafia territory. Harry just liked to say he was a business man in the end though. It sounded better.
“Bar owner. Does that mean I should be expecting free drinks?” He laughed a little and moved to settle on the bench and lean back, stretching out long legs. “And some dates?” It was one of the best places to pick up young, impressionable women who hated their fathers.
Or, you know, gay men looking to get fucked.
Either way, Remy had always been able to hook up with someone at a bar, if he wanted.
“I didn’t get here by being an idiot and giving things away for free. Everything has a price Remy.” He gave him that cheshire smile again as he went back to his cigarette that was nearly dying out and gave it a scowl. He was forced to stamp it out after a moment or it would burn his hands with how low he’d let it get. “Damn.” He had left the rest of the cigarettes up in the penthouse on the counter. He knew he should have taken them all with him, but he didn’t assume his nerves would need this much calming.
“There are ways though.” He added to his other comment, leaning back beside him. “Most of my business is done in Chicago however.” He didn’t have a private jet like Remy did, but he did have skype and for the time being it was good enough.
“Is this the part where you ask me for a blow job, or to spread my incredible legs?” A tease that came with a smile. He’d tug his pack out, though, and offer them up. Sure, they weren’t Royals, Remy smoked Lucky Strikes. It was fitting.
“Most of mine is done in Hollywood.” But he lived in New Orleans and that was where his headquarters were located. He was building one out here, though, and was soon to have it up and running. He’d need to start recruiting people to come work for him in the next week or two here, the construction was almost all done.
Harry laughed at that. “I’m not that uncouth.” The young dark haired man took one of the cigarettes and gave him a wink in thanks as he lit it up with the lighter he always had on him. It had several strange characters that looked potentially wiccan in nature. They were runes, markings of protection supposedly. But Harry hadn’t found much good luck in them these days.
“Easier. Might need a location this way, but many of my clients would refuse relocation. They’re..settled.” He shrugged some, mafia had it’s traditions. He wasn’t about to uproot those. It really was sort of funny that mafia business was handled by ipad, but hey not even they could fight technology. Why not join the way of the future? ****
“That’s a little disappointing.” That he wasn’t that uncouth. Of course, it came with a smile and a wink to indicate he was joking.
“Well, it’s a bar, they don’t have to relocate. You could get new clients out here.” Right? That made perfect sense to Remy. “People in California like to drink, too.”
“I’ve got a business going up, a new location, not too far from here. Close to home and all.” Well, temporary home.
**
“Tell me about it.” Harry was rather enjoying their little game though. a comment here, a little stroke there. He enjoyed the game more than the end if he was honest enough about it.
“Suppose not.” He commented with a shrug. “Guess it’s just a matter of figuring out whether or not I want to continue it out here, or just take a break for a while..enjoy the sights.” He looked over at Remy upon saying that, giving him a suggestive expression.
“I enjoy it enough, I’ve just been around it since I could remember.” ***
Remy liked the game just as much, if not more than the objective. Don’t get him wrong, sex with the right person was amazing.. but foreplay with the right person was even better.
And he had a good idea that Harry would certainly be the right person.
“The sights don’t get much better.” Promised with a smile. You were looking at the best part of the OC right there in front of you, Harry. “Yeah,” he agreed, “I bet it’s really hard being you.” Handsome. Smart. Living in a wonderful place. Rough.