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Remieverse - Quiet Night

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.

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.

"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.

"You have somewhere t' stay, cherie? N' money?" she asked, concerned for this girl. She looked lost and a bit frail, the perfect target for any criminals wandering around.

"No, ma'am," she said respectfully, lifting her eyes to look at her in a mannerly way. "Lestways, not de place t' stay. Jus' got in 'n dunno where not'in is yet."

"Well y' know me now, chere. My name's Remie, n' dis is me n' my husband Schalk's 'stablishment," Remie smiled while her eyes summed her up, then decided there was no way she could bear letting her walk out unprepared and unawares.

"Here. Pick sometin' t' eat, sweetheart. I need t' go see my husband 'bout somet'in' right quick," she said, smiling reassuringly and going to find Schalk.

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?"

"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?"

"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....-

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.

-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.

"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.

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.

"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.

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

"'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."

"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."

"I am," she smiled and put down the towel, looking over at the girl. "Would you go behind the counter, please? There's a blanket under there."

Tony nodded and hurried over to do so, glad for something to do other than praying and feeling scared.

"Gambit a homme." Ettiene frowned. "Bot' de ones I know."

Remie took it greatfully. "Dere a few of us runnin' round, chere," she smiled gently. "I jus' be one o' de femmes o' de bunch.

She tucked the blanket over him. "Now, mon ami, what happen t' you?"

"Like Wolvie." Sorrow passed over his face.

Tony knelt out of the way again, watching as the big winged guy brought the pill bottle and a glass with a straw.

Remie smiled and took them, kissing his cheek.

"Open up," she said soothingly, back next to the giant man. "Dese'll help."

He opened his mouth obediently, then swallowed and pulled a slight face at the taste of the pills.

"Here," she insterted then straw, then looked at them thoughtfully. "Honey, oui, what's yoh name, sweetheart?" she looked at the girl.

She looked up with a little start, then lowered her eyes back to the man. "Tony Lefever, ma'am."

Ettiene drank deeply, but then choked and put a hand up to squeeze his nose as he groaned slightly.

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