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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Male laughter greeted her as she opened the kitchen door, and Schalk looked around from where he stood holding a frozen side of pork and looking down at Adam, who was laying on the floor with a surprised expression.

Noticing her expression, he lay the meat on the cutting table and turned to come and meet her, his ears going from twitching to laying back. "Vhat is is, leibe?"

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"Chere, dere a girl out dere who all 'lone, n' a stranger t dis place. I don' wan' send her out, even up t' Carl's, it's too far," she frowned, going up and giving him a hug, careful to avoid the frozen pork. "Can she stay wit us foh while?"

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"Of course," he said without hesitation, wrapping her in his wings. Then he started slightly and perked his ears toward the dining room before letting go of her and starting for the door. "Somevone just fell down."

Tony gasped softly and stared in utter shock as a big man suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stumbled to one knee on the floor. -(God, what's goin' on? What do I do?)-

Ettiene squeezed his eyes shut, then shook his head in effort to clear it, but only managed nearly knock himself over. -Ugh... God dis... dis don' sound like where I s'posed t' be....-

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Remie's eyes got wide, and she'd darted out before him.

Seeing the mess she imediatly doubled back for water and a warm towel.

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-Deep breat', Gung Ho....- Ettiene closed his eyes again. -Dang... dis room be rockin'.-

"He jus' pop outta no where." Tony pulled herself out of her funk and hurried to kneel at the big man's side. "Hey... can you hear me?"

"Easy, I have him," rumbled Schalk. "Let me help you, friend."

Ettiene started at the voice and raised his head to squint foggily at the winged man, then muttered something in Schalk's own language before hanging his head again.

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"Get him to de couch," Remies bustled about, looking at the gamer watchers, who'd jumped up and started clearing out the space. She nodded thankfully, then took the girl's hand.

"He'll be ok, petite. We'll get him alright," she said soothingly before going to help her husband.

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Schalk gently scooped him up and brought him over, moving carefully as he recognized the signs of concussion.

"Room be spinnin'." Ettiene grimaced. "Where... where dis be?"

Schalk lay him down gently, his ears back in a frown. "He knows my language."

Tony just watched with her hands over her mouth.

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"Huh, mebe he knows some of you," Remie said, slightly surprised by this, but bending down and carefully wiping the big man's forehead, speaking lowly and soothingly as she tended to him, then checked for other wounds.