Who: Vivian Gandillon, Remy LeBeau When: Late afternoon Where: Clothes store, possible food procurement. Rating/Warnings:
Remy LeBeau hummed to the jazz music soft in the background as he patted down himself for his ever present pack of cards, along with his normal tools. The last commission went very well, enough that his fielder paid him handsomely beyond the agreed fees, so he was in more than a merry mood.
This petite Vivian sounded interesting, not much of a panicking sort, though what Gigi was thinking, bringing someone in bare as a babe, face-to-snout with a gator. He shook his head, donned his shades and punched in the coordinates for the corner of a nice street mall. Still humming, he looked about for a woman swimming in rather familiar pants.