Remieverse - Quiet Night

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Remie hummed a soft, merry Cajun tune as she carefully wiped down every glass, tap, and countertop at the bar, cleaning up while the buisness was quite. As usual a few familes were inside, enjoying a relaxing meal, and in the corner a couple men were anxiously watching the football game on a television, sharing nachos and beer and playfully warning eachother occassionally about getting drunk when the owner's wife was around.

Remie smiled to herself as a hand fell to her budding stomach, the smooth, growing lump warm and seeming to emmit its own energy. She smiled fondly, then sighed happily and sat with a virgin margurita to take the weight off her feet for a moment.

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Tony sighed and boosted her backpack higher, muttering about bosses who sent people on business trips without providing places to sleep and such as part of the package as she came into the pretty little cafe. The setting made her smile- it was just how she thought such a place in New Orleans should look.

Deciding that her plan of eating and finding a room before she went out and rubbernecked had been a good idea, she walked over and dropped her pack in a booth, then sat next to it and looked around for the waiter.

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Remie looked up as the bells over the door chimed, and smiled, waving off the waitress before getting up and picking up a menu, walking over with coffee.

"Hey chere, what you doin' out here late n' alone?" she asked kindly, pouring her some coffee and offering the menu.

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"Labor board got on ma bosse's tail fer not givin' us de time off, so he stuff us bot' on de bus 'n ship us t' New Orleans." She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down shyly, feeling nervous around the tall, beautiful woman.

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Ettiene frowned hazily. "Where... where dis be? Why I be hearin' Cajun voices?"

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"'Cause you in New Orleans," Remie laughed softly as she stroked the back of his head and dabbed his forehead again, gently pressing a few pressure points to help ease the pain. "Easy, mon ami, try n' relax. Schalk, go get some asprin. Extra strength."

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"Ja, Leibe." He stood and went to do so.

Ettiene watched him go. "Swamp angel...." Then his bleary hazel eyes turned to Remie. "You... look like de Gambit."

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"Marine," he rasped, taking his hand from his face and letting it rest on his tattoo of the eagle sitting on the earth.

Tony frowned uncertainly and pondered the offer, then started and threw up and invisible wall as the waitress came up behind her.

"Wha...?" Marie blinked as she bounced off it.

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"Oh, easy, sweetheart," Remie said quickly. "Dat jus' Marie. She work here, you in no danger."

To the big marine, she patted his should. "Right. Sorry."

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Ettiene groaned as the pats made his head ring. "Easy... 'tite. Y' jigglin' ma brains."

Tony took a deep breath, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she took the wall down.

"It's alright, shugah," said the waitress gently, giving the girl a smile before she turned to Remie and showed her a Mexican ten peso bill. "That fellah's four dollahs short 'n wants ta use this."

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He just gave her a droll look and started upward, gaining the roof easily and then shifting his two passengers to his arms. "Hug him, please, liebe, I don't think he'll be able to hold on for himself."

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"Oui," she said, doing as he asked, mentally praying for the man as she closed her eyes against the cold, pressing her face into her husband's warm, strong embrace.

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Schalk kissed her hair, then spread his wings and dropped from the roof, easily gaining altitude and then driving strongly toward the hospital.

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"Ja." He lead her out of the way and absently wrapped her in his wings as he looked and listened to everything around them.

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She leaned against him, then called the cafe.

"Hey, Marie," she said. "Is de girl Tony still dere?"

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"She just went ta bed, shugah. Ya'll wanna talk ta her?" The background sounds told Remie that the waitress was coming down the stairs from the apartment.

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He twitched his ears and went to stand by the window with her as he did at night when he'd had enough of laying down and didn't want to leave her behind. His fathomless eyes were absent for a moment as he thought, but then he looked down at her and perked his ears. "Tony vas frightened even before Ettiene came, I think."

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"Oui," she said, sighing. "Said somet'in 'bout a boss sendin' her down here 'cause he was forced t'. Didn' find her a place t' sleep or nut'in, de layabout."

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"That vas an evil thing to do, but it vouldn't make that look in her eyes. Somevone's broken her spirit." He lowered his head and absently rubbed his cheek against her hair.

Near morning

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Schalk stood by the window, his mind comfortably blank and partially dreaming as he held his sleeping wife and unborn close. Dawn was breaking over New Orleans, and he noticed it absently but didn't pay much attention to it.

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In his arms Remie snuggled, in the middle of a comfortable dream, seeing her, her husband, and a tiny child with a blurry face drifting in a warm current.

She sighed happily, the hand by Schalk's neck stroking it gently as she smiled in her sleep.

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He rumbled and lifted one shoulder ticklishly, then blinked as he shifted from the dreaming and gently rubbed her back.

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"Hey," rumbled Ettiene, blinking at her muzzily. "Sorry 'bout de scene back dere, Ma'am."

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She laughed. "Boyo, dis Cajun country. You shoul' know we get somet'in like dis every ot'er week. How you feelin'?"

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"'d like dat," he murmured, dropping off with a sigh.

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She smiled, then nodded to Schalk, hand tangling aorund his again.