10180/Cocoa and Snow angels.

Cocoa and Snow angels.
Date of Scene:	25 November 2019
Location:	Central Park, Manhattan
Synopsis:	After being frozen Remy and Riana head back to her place to get thawed out.
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Wild Rose

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Gambit has posed:
There are certain levels of what one can call a date. Meeting at a bar seemingly at random might qualify for some. Likewise preventing someones mugging and getting drinks after could be considered a date in a loose sort of definition of the word. But the 'Hey, lets meet up at <Place> and do <thing> sort of date? It's been a long /long/ time since Remy LeBeau had been on one of those, and as such the Cajun was actually a bit nervious.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Riana herself is equally as nervous, more like a schoolgirl meeting a boy and realizing she /liked/ him rather than a woman fighting for her own honor and meeting up with a fiery-eyed knight. Certainly, there had been some degree of spontaneity in the idea to enjoy a snowy afternoon in Central Park, but the nerves were there all the same. But, so was a smile, and a twinkle in those sage-green eyes. She has on a thick black parka, wine colored turtleneck, black jeans, and black leather boots well-suited to the weather. A plain pair of black fur earmuffs keeps the chill from her ears, though the winter wind has whipped up a little bit of color in her befreckled face. "I've been looking forward to this since you called," she says, glancing over his way. "Thank you."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit and ovvers her a steaming cup that he got from one of the nearby venders, "'Ope yah like marshmellows in yah chocolate." he says with a grin, offering her his arm with a smile. The cold doesn't seem to be bothering him over much. He's wearing his trade mark duster, blue jeans and a pink shirt marked with the caption "Don't laugh, it's your girlfriend's shirt." He doesn't even seem the least bit cold. Heck you could probibly drop him shirtless in Antartica and he'd be fine. *caugh* He offers her his arm and grins, "Wasn' sure yah woul' come. T'aught yah might 'ave 'ad second t'oughts aftah de ot'er night."

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs and accepts the cup from the crazy Cajun, pursing her lips and blowing across the top of the steaming brew. "Why would I? Okay. Maybe the night started a little bit rough. But it ended very well." *cough* Is the color in her cheeks growing a few shades brighter, or is it just the wind working its magic? It must be, surely. She threads her arm through his, falling into easy step beside him, the snow crunching beneath their feet.

"How is it you're not freezing, for a man from N'awlins?" Surely any sane person would be wondering the same thing, with no sign of anything more stout for a coat than the duster, against the icy chill in the air. "I've lived in New England all my life and I /still/ feel it."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs just a little bit, "Got used ta de cold when Ah was just a pup. Learned de 'ard way on more den one occasion dat if yah fight it too 'ard den all yah end up doin' is makin' it worse later." He shrugs slightly sipping his own cocoa. "An besides, Ah like de cold. Give yah a good excuse ta snuggle up wit' somet'ing warm, non?"

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie shoulder-bumps Remy lightly and laughs; there is definitely no mistaking the deepening color of her cheeks now! "Very warm." Ahem. "I could learn to enjoy the cold, with motivation like that." She takes a sip of her cocoa, a more gentle smile playing upon her lips, turning the corners upwards. The wind catches a stray wisp of titian red and whips it about her face, as if it were an icy-fingered imp playing a prank on her.

"So... you know what brought me to the area. What's a handsome devil like you doing in a place like this?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs a little bit. "Ah ran away yah might say. Family troubles. Relationship troubles. Everyt'ing was right dare and at de time Ah decided Ah wanted ta be far away from it. Came nort', kinda fell in wit' some people dat made me feel like Ah could make a difference."

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie nods slowly as she listens, allowing herself to lean in just a little bit closer. There was something to be said about snuggling on a chilly day. He was, mused to herself, quite right on that count. "I guess that's all anyone ever really wants, is to make a difference. Some just never get that chance. Have you?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs a little bit, a slight smile tugging on his lips. "A frien' of mine once said dat Yah get four or five lil moments in yah life ta be a 'ero. Moments when yah offered a choice ta make a sacrifice, conquer a flaw, save a friend - spare an enemy. If dat's really de case den Ah suppose Ah 'ave. Course Pitor tends ta ramble allot so 'ard ta tell wit' 'im.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs, the corners of her eyes crinkling a bit as she smiles. Little puffs of white linger in front of her face, as if they were wisps of magic brought forth by the words of some arcane spell. "He sounds pretty wise, this Piotr. Of course, you were more than a little heroic the night we met. Though I'm not so sure those thugs would agree with me." Her smile turns into something of a very satisfied smirk as she considers the results of that fight.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit, "Flattery will get yah everywhere chere. Wit' mah towerin' ego yah definately on ta someting." He leans over and brushes his lips gently agienst hers. The kiss soft...sweet...tender...and a distraction to dump a handful of snow down the back of her neck.

Wild Rose has posed:
     What starts as a light giggle turns to silence, Riana almost -purring- as she kisses Remy so tenderly. How could a moment be any more perfect? Or... mischievous? She finds out the hard way, with a handful of snow dumped down her back. Jumping as if touched by a live wire, she lets out a squeal of mock outrage, doing the funniest little wiggling dance in a bid to rid herself of the snow that's melting and dripping fingers of ice water down her back.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins and laughs slightly, though hwe quickly backs away from her knowing that hell hath no fury like a woman who just got pranked. He takes a long sip of his cocoa, demonic eyes never leaving her's as she dances and tries to rid herself of the icy fingers running down her back.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Hell hath no fury, indeed! Riana pins him with a mock glare that, were it anyone else, would definitely betoken trouble ahead. She drinks down the rest of her cocoa, disposing of the cup in the nearest trash bin, keeping her gaze focused on the wily Cajun. Calmly, perhaps too calmly, she bends down, scoops up a handful of snow, packing it into a nice little sphere. "Oh Remy..." she chimes, smiling just a little too innocently.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit. He drains his own coffee cup and no-look three points the cup into the same trashcan she used. Scooping some snow into his hands and without taking his eyes off her he grins, "Now chere, Ah was born in de dark, but it wasn' last night..." he says playfully.

Wild Rose has posed:
     The snowy missile is sent in an arc through the air by Riana with a fair bit of force, likely making its intended target glad that it was loosely packed, if it hits home. Laughing, she ducks to the side, already dipping down to create a second snowball. However, this leaves a brief moment where she is open to retaliation....

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau takes the hit. He could dodge it. Hell the man can dodge bullets, but whaty sort of fun is that. He does launch his own snowball as well back at her. This one specifically targeting her backside even as he is already scooping up another handful of the loose powder.

Wild Rose has posed:
     SPLAT!

     The snowball finds its mark, dead center, its recipient caught off-guard enough to jump--and lose her footing in the snow. With a soft whump and light crackling as the very top layer of snow is broken through by the fall, Riana faceplants in rather undignified fashion. But instead of outrage, muffled laughter can be heard, growing clearer as she pushes herself up to her knees, grinning. "Sneaky bastard."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit and crosses the the distance to her, still keeping his own snowball in one hand however, even as he offers her his hand to "gentlemanly" help her back to her feet. "Why chere, Ah told yah, flattery will get yah anywhere.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Remy might be a 'gentleman', but that didn't mean Riana had any intentions of being a lady. The moment he clasps her hand, she gives a little bit of a tug to bring him down into the snow with her, laughing heartily. "Including down in the snow with you, -cher-." She tries the unfamiliar word, her pronunciation a little bit off, but it's recognizable. She dips her head a little closer to his ear, eyes twinkling as she whispers something to him.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a bit, smirking just some at her words. His hand sliding down... and dumping that handful of snow he brought with him down the waist band of her pants. Though since she mostly has him pinned at this point he is more or less at her mercy.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie pins Remy down in a playful tackle, her hands holding his arms out to the sides and kneeling astride his hips. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she dips down and steals a quick but spicy little kiss before releasing him, the snow down the back of her pants doing the trick. Now, instead of dancing around, she's rolling back and forth in the snow, only making the problem worse as more and more of the white stuff clings to her. "You... you... AAARGH!" But she's laughing the entire time.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau rolls with her as she rolls in the snow, pinning her down with his much more substancial weight. And as she squeals and laughs he holds her down by her wrists and then... well the kiss he offers her might start an early thaw if they aren't careful. Naturally thats when some kids decide the necking pair would make a great target for their own snowballs.

Wild Rose has posed:
     Time seems to stop for a moment as Remy kisses her with enough warmth to do more than just ensure the early return of springtime. And that kiss is certainly returned in full measure, until...

     SPLAT! SPLAT!

     Two snowballs right to the shoulder and one to the top of her head have Riana squealing and laughing, twisting about to get free and find out just where the icy barrage is coming from. "I think they're giving us a hint there, -cher-," she calls out to Remy, chortling merrily. "The question is, do we join the fight, or beat a hasty retreat?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks at the group of tweens and early teens and smirks, "Do Ah look like de type likely ta back down from a challenge like dat?" he asks, scooping up a double handful of snow and returning fire with deadly accuracy. Pinging two of the four boys who threw on them right in the kissers.

Wild Rose has posed:
     With Remy temporarily off his guard, it was Riana's turn to get a little of her own back. Her next handful of snow is sent right down the back of his t-shirt while he's focusing on the boys, accompanied by hearty laughter.

     Of course, she can't ignore the boys, either, erstwhile allies or no. Interrupting a wonderfully spicy kiss was something that /must/ be answered for. She scoops up a double handful of snow and takes aim at the two boys Remy missed. Two rough spheres of white are sent flying their way, hitting both lads in the chest. "Ha!"

Gambit has posed:
"ACK! TU ES UNE SALE GARCE!" Remy screams but laughing as well as he pulls frantically on his shirt and coat to dislodge the snow trailing like an icy snake down his back. "Yah wan' a war chere, yah get a war!" He backs away quickly, throwing another snowball at the boys and one at Riana, though at least with his date he avoids head shots.

Wild Rose has posed:
     There seems to be an unspoken agreement, an unwritten law of honor amongst men--young or otherwise--that clearly states that when treason has been committed by one of the fairer sex, it must be answered for. So it is that not only does Riana wind up with Remy's snowball hitting her full in the chest, but the boys manage to lob theirs with success in her direction, multiple splats hitting her shoulders and her sides. "AAAH! Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" But she's laughing merrily the whole time, having enough of a time of it fending off the snowy volley to be unable to return fire. "I surrender!"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit and nods, throwing up his own empty hands, and nodding to the boys who laugh and scurry off. He then helps Riana back to her feet. "Yah soaked chere." He says with a grin. "Why Ah not walk you 'ome foh yah catch yah death."

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs and nods her assent, wrapping her arms around him to steal a little bit of his warmth. If one was going to be soaked to the skin--and this despite her parka!--then they both would. "Just a few minutes' drive back home. We could go up to my place for a little bit of cocoa and dry out a bit if you want." She waggles her eyebrows playfully, and lifts her chin in the general direction of her car. It looks like a 2008 white Beetle, with one red racing stripe and one blue painted side by side down the center, front to back and... a white circle with the number 53 in it. She grins a little sheepishly at him and shrugs.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little bit and smiles at the Beetle, shaking his head a bit. "Dare dis private investigator dat runs around in one of dese. His 'owever is dis patchwork of about 5 of de cars." He opens the car door, hoping he can get his lean streached frame into the tiny car.

Wild Rose has posed:
Riana Mackenzie laughs and opens the door, sliding easily into the driver's side. "Really? Who's that?" Reaching over, she gingerly touches his shoulder, her breath catching for a moment in her throat. Too late, she realized that even a short ride to her apartment was going to become very long, very quickly, in close quarters with the dashing Cajun. But it would be worth every minute!

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau says, "Barry or Larry Dresden. Somet'ing like dat. Only met 'im foh a minute." He says with a grin, His own hand slipping and resting on her leg... "Well den, shall we go?""