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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"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.