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Tweak says, "Pietro get milk"

ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ has a (dangerous_touch) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2014-10-16 09:46:00

Entry tags:

anna marie (rogue), remy lebeau (gambit)

Who:Rogue & Remy
What: Bringing her stuff to her
Where: Her and Lina’s house
When: Late afternoon, October 14th or so
Warnings: None
Status: Closed/Complete

Rogue was sitting on the back patio, lounging in her chair, reading a book and snacking on a piece of pie. She was over ice cream. She'd had hummus and veggies. Now was okay for pie. She wasn't happy. But if he was bringing her stuff, that was fine.

He could have sent it via courier.

Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she was comfortably in shorts and a tank top, relying on her touch to be enough to drive him off if he was too annoying.

A page flipped in the book. Was she even reading at this point? Probably not, no. She'd spent time with Cindy and Morgana and Bran. She didn't really want to see him right now, but she was more than capable of being civil. Even if she was wary. She just knew he was going to hit on her again.

**

Of course he was going to hit on her again. He’d have hit on her if she was a tomato.

But soon enough, the rumble of his car came around the corner and he was pulling up and parking right there in the back alley. It made for a faster get away. But then he’d climb out of the car and come around to tug a duffle bag out of the front seat and head up the walkway to where Rogue sat on the steps at the back of the house.

“I thought I’d bring it.. wasn’t sure you’d come by to get it.” He’d come up to the bottom of the stairs and would set the bag down. “How’s the cafe coming along?” Of course he could be civil. She should know that by now.

**
She'd have made one ugly tomato. That would be awkward.

She set the book down and took a sip of water from her glass. She watched him walk up, she wasn't ready to be that nice and meet him halfway. She was also nursing the effects of a couple drinks they all had her have. Sitting was nicer.

"Thank you. You could have just sent them over whenever." She said, hands resting in her lap. Then a small nod.

"It's going. Cindy gave me a card for a good interior designer." One hand lifted to forestall anything. "Dont worry, no one knows how I got my hands on this project." She wouldn't go around telling people he paid for it. It wasn't her right.

"Applications for all the permits are pretty much in. Kitchen Is set up to my liking." There was a happy smile. The cafe really was something she was throwing Herself into.
***

“Well, you know that anything you need for the store..” He pulled a small envelope, credit card sized, from his pocket, extending it out to her. Inside would be a card with ‘A Taste of Home’ written on it, and her name beneath. “Use that.” He’d bought her the business, he’d foot the bill for her until she was making enough profit to do it all on her own. She had to know it wasn’t a problem for him to do it.

“And your business cards should be here soon. They match the menus.” He’d bought them two weeks ago, but it took them a while to be made and get here.

**

She carefully took it. She wanted to scream no. But the business needed the kick start. She'd kept track of every penny. She carefully set it in the cover of the book, safe for the moment.

"Oh. Thank you. I hadn't even thought of business cards." She hadn't. Her brain was on food,not the things like that. A quiet smile. "It's coming along great, thank you, I'm sure it'll be a hit." She ran her fingers through her pony tail, finally looking up at him.

It was hard. She still had those feelings. But he didn't get to see that in her eyes. She was stuffing it down. He didn't need her. She didn't need to let him know she kicked herself for the whole thing.

"You going to D'artagnan's house warming party?"
***
"I'll bring over other odds and ends as I get them. Take out menus and the like. Your computer should be here this week, the business system it comes with is really great. It'll take care of inventory and things like that, it'll talk with your register, which will come at the same time." No, she didn't think of those little things, but Remy did. He had a real head for business.

"I got you a few advertising spots around the OC and in the paper, they're going to be contacting you soon to get whatever you want going on them." He rocked onto his toes just some. "If there's anything else you need, you have my number. Please let me know."

**
She smiled at him. "Alright. Thank you. I'm sure they're all wonderful and perfect." And the best money could buy. She could never afford this on her own. She thought about trying for a few hours the other night. But she felt a wave of panic at the very thought.

"Oh. Oh goodness okay thank you for the heads up." Rogue ran her hand over her ponytail and smiled again. "Of course" she would try not to "thank you." She noticed he avoided her question.

***

He smiled when she smiled-- it was his easy reaction. Of course he smiled when Rogue smiled at him. How could he not? All the same, he rolled up his shoulders in a graceful way. “Happy to be helpful.” Taking a step back he’d turn and head back to the car, but paused half way there and looked back.

“I’ll be at the party. Maybe not for long, I’ve got a thing.” A thing. Well, he had work.

Turning, he’d get all the way to his car-- Hell, he opened the car door when he paused again.

“You left me in Antarctica, Anna. You left me there to die.” It was surprisingly serious, though it came with a small smile. Then he was sliding into his car and starting it up. She wouldn’t get a chance to reply, he’d be driving off.

**

She watched him go without saying anything. it was hard to let him go. But things weren’t going to work and right now she didn’t want to try. She knew better. They were all right. She wasn’t ready.

“Enjoy work, then.” she said quietly. Then looked up when he stopped again, said that, then left.

She was standing there blinking for a few minutes. Then she heaved a sigh, grabbed the bag and headed inside. Left him in Antarctica. Way to blame a girl for something that happened in the dreams. She hadn’t done it here, but she kind of felt like it’d be something she’d do if she was angry enough.

She closed the door behind her and rested her head on it for a moment. This was harder than expected. Rogue eventually threw the bag in her room and headed into her kitchen. Baking was required.
**