InsaneJournal

In her room. Of course. Where else would someone be at o'dark thirty? Okay, it wasn't that dark, the sun was starting to rise.. and Remy was antsy. He'd had a particularly fantastic day yesterday, especially last evening as the sun had been setting. So he was, of course, in a particularly good mood. And though he and Jenny had been avoiding one another, he had finally decided he was going to go over there and find out exactly what was going on, and exactly why she was upset. Because really? The Cajun had no idea, he was genuinely confused.. he'd never understood women. No man really did. Even the gay ones who claimed to.

So he'd finished making his way from his barn to her theater, up the steps, down the row, down the steps, through the hall, and to the indicated door. A gloved hand rapped a few times on the wooden obstruction, before he was nudging it open with a hip and sticking just one hand through, a twinkie trapped between his fingers. His last one. He couldn'f find any flowers, so the small sugar-packed snack would have to do. Only after the twinkie had been sighted would the Cajun nudge the door open further and stick his head in with a smile. "You decen'?" Even if she wasn't, he was pushing the door open and coming inside, then leaning back against it to close it behind him.