16219/An Overdue Penance

An Overdue Penance
Date of Scene:	24 April 2024
Location:	The Dark Side Bakery
Synopsis:	A simple night at the bakery with one final customer...or was it?
Cast of Characters:	Shiloh Foster, Gambit

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Shiloh Foster has posed:
Queens is a decent spot for foot traffic, and from what all Shiloh had researched, it wasn't too bad on the crime levels either. This is why she decided to set up her bakery here. It's been a strong business for a solid bit now, which only makes her all the more happy that she's finally achieving her dream. Even today, middle of the week, business was good. She's almost sold out of everything save for a half dozen cupcakes, a plate of cookies, few slices of cake and a full triple berry pie. Whatever she doesn't sell by the time she locks the door, it'll go to the homeless shelter down the street. Never the less, she still has about half an hour tops before she turns the sign off, and while no one is inside the bakery at the moment, a passer by might just decide they want a sweet treat to take home with them. At the moment she's sweeping, wearing her apron, a solid black choker, and a black tee shirt with blue jeans, the rose tattoo on her left arm juuuust visible beneath the sleeve hem.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau opens the door, looking around before stepping in. "AM ah too late?" He asks in the smoke over still water accent. His hair is pulled into a tight pony tail, and even though the sun set hors ago he wears a pair of dark sunglasses. His smile easy and confident as he takes in the attractive woman, and doesn't try to hide his appreciation of what he sees.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh turns to spot Remy as he's asking if he's too late and her smile beams a little. "Not a'tall. Welcome to The Dark Side...I'm Shiloh, the baker on site. Got a few things left. Some cookies, cake, cupcakes... If you like chocolate and coffee you'll /love/ the cupcakes, actually. It's my own recipe and they're a pretty hot seller." That London accent doesn't go away easy when one's just recently arrived from hopping across the pond. "But take your time, see what strikes your fancy."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly as he steps in, "Well ta be 'onest, Ah pretty much live on chocolate an' coffee, unless Ah c'n get somet'ing spicier." He says in a playful tone, "So Ah take whatevah dat yah got left in dat department. yah don' 'appen ta sell coffee to by any chance?" He adds with that wicked smile, stepping up to the counter...

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Oh aye. I got coffee. Would you like it black, or any cream or sugar in it?" Though one look over the man and Shiloh figures he's the black coffee kind of drinker - but one never truly knows! She does give him another smile and a laugh. "I'm thinkin' of makin' some chocolate chili cake next week. If you like what you taste tonight, maybe that's incentive enough for you to come back, aye?" This is said in a flirty kind of manner while she moves behind the counter, washes her hands and then goes to get his order set up. "Oh! Would you like to eat it here, or take it with you? How many cupcakes would you like?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "Why yah not box up whatevah yah got, Ah 'ave mah coffee 'ere, maybe one or two sweet lil nibbles... den who knows where Ah might end up." He nods to the coffee and adds "Dob' suppose yah got 'oney foh it?" His tone just a little hopeful, but well used to diapointment on that front. Another grin though and he adds, "Chere Ah c'n t'ink of a few reasons ta come back here well beyond Chilli chocolate cupcakes..

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh raises a brow after a moment and then looks at what all she has left. "Alright. Let me box everything up for you then... and... it's a bakery, love. Of course I got honey. Let me grab it from the back for you." Saying this, and then she disappears for a moment before returning with that cute little bear bottle everyone knows and loves. "You got a sweet tooth like that silver tongue, you might be in trouble here, stranger." She grins at him then. "What's yer name?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "Oh, Ah work out enough dat Ah nevah gain a pound." He sauys as he first messures the honey into a plastic teaspoon then adds three of them into his coffee, stiring each till it desolves completely. He sips it with satisfactin and sighs "Magnifique." He says with a smile, then she asks his name and he sighs again, maybe having hoped to put this part of their meeting off just a little longer. "Remy LeBeau... Son of Jean-Luc LeBeau." He says the name in a way he fully expects her to know it... And there is only one Jean Luc LeBeau she'd be expected to know.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Glad you like it." Shiloh offers before getting all the boxes filled, using one for the cupcakes and cookies, one for the cake slices and a third for the pie. As she's doing this, he offers his name - and more - offers who he is the son of. This causes her to pause, setting the boxes down next to the register but not doing much else for a few breaths. "I know that name." A glance over to him then. "Who wouldn't in the lives we grew up in. LeBeau. Son of a bitch..." Then she rings up everything, adds in a discount, but she's pressing the buttons with a bit more fierceness than is likely needed. "That'll be an even fifty, and you can tell whoever sent you that I'm fine and don't need any looking out for. I'm alive. That's all he needs to know."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau had just meant the cupcakes, but frankly as she started boxing up the cake and pie to, he decided he wanted them too. He pulls out a slim wallet and offers over a $100 bill. "Dat would be Guildmaster Tyre, likely at de request of yah fat;er." He admits as he sips his coffee. "He ask me ta check up on yah as a 'personal favor'. which mean he consider it beneet' 'is notice ta do it 'imself or send one of 'is actual lackies. Ta be fair dough. unnoticed by Michael Tyre a damn good place ta be."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Of course it would be too good for her to just have a good looking guy come into her place, flirt a little, buy her out and go home happy. She takes the bill from him and finishes the sale to offer over his change. "Well you can tell Guildmaster Tyre that I respectfully override the request of my father. I do not need looking after. By lackies, thieves, or anyone else he wants to send this way." There's a sigh given then as she pushes the boxes towards him with the $50 change on top. "Look. You didn't know. Innocent bystander I suppose. So let me ask you this. What'll it take for you to just...bury this mess and not bother me with it again. Ever."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs slightly, "Guildmaster Tyre as me ta look in on yah. Ah done dat. As foh Guildmaster Foster, Ah got not'ing but respect foh 'is position, but frankly don' know de man from Adam." He says with an easy smile, tilting his head a bit. "Dat not mean Ah migh' not still stop in foh dose chili chocolate cupcakes. Ah work at a school, yah know 'ow many brownie points dat pie alone gonna earn me when it in de teacher's lounge in de morning?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh actually gives a light laugh and then nods her head. "You'll be the talk of the lounge at least, and when they ask you where you got it, be sure to mention the bakery. I could stand a few more customers...get my name out there a bit more. Only been open for about a month, you see? And the money I have saved up won't last forever. I need to start turning a profit." Though, she thinks about it, and then can't help but ask..."What type of school hires someone like you? Looking more like a scruffy substitute than an actual teacher...unless you're like the janitor or something..." She smirks then before moving to take off her apron to hang up on a wall hook. "Don't mind if I start closing up shop while you drink your coffee, aye?"

Gambit has posed:
Since he fully expected the former "Thief Princess" to throw him out once his identity was revealed, being invited to finish his coffee is a pleasant surprise. He takes two cupcakes out setting on in front of him, and the other as an invitation to sit down and join him. "Ah teach French actually, as well as Classical poetry." He says with an amused smile, "An Ah run a male only club dat specializes in teachin' young men proper manners an' etiquette."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh is a little hesitant at first, but then decides why the hell not. She'll turn the open sign off and flips the door sign to 'Sorry, We're Closed' before shifting to take the seat across from him. "French and...Classical Poetry? What like Frost, Keats, and Blake?" She asks, and of course she'd know the classics, having been well educated her entire life. Best that thief money could buy. "The etiquette part might be what surprises me the most...but I suppose you seem well mannered enough." Now that her apron's off, her tee shirt has a graphic of a longsword stabbed through a heart with a banner across it that reads 'H.E.M.A'. "So, Remy LeBeau, when you're not running favors that involve looking into supposedly helpless women...what do you do for fun?" If they're gonna chat, she might as well get to know him.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "Dose certaily, 'owevah Ah gotta admit foh 'aving a soft spot for Byron an' Shelly mahself." He says with a shrug and a smile. He sips his coffee and adds, "As foh de boys, yah be amazed. Dese days it like dey let de internet teach 'em 'ow ta treat a lady. 'Ow ta be a man for dat matter. Ah jus' doin' mah bes' ta undo de damage." He bites into the cupcake and actually moans in pleasure. "Yah made dis yahself chere? Fohget de Guilds, Ah jus' might keep yah foh mahself." He says playfully. "foh fun? Not'ing too special Ah don' t'ink. Ah play cards. Ah play pool. Darts. Ah 'ave a complete collection of Mystery Science t'eater t'ree T'ousand, an' Ah got de ugliest stupidest dog dat de good Lord ever set on de face of dis planet whose sole purpose in life seems to be eat every shoe not currently on a foot."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh can't help the broad grin that covers her face once he takes a bite of that cupcake. "Yes sir, completely from scratch." She says this and then listens to him more, giving a nod of her head as he explains. "That...actually makes sense. To try and undo what the shit of the internet spreads around. People don't get out and DO anything anymore these days. What became so wrong with taking a walk in the park, or hiking in a forest. Just taking in life..." Then she blushes a little then, her head lowering a bit as she finally takes a small bite of her own cupcake. Something he says next, however, has her perking right back up. "Wait. You own -all- of MST3K? I absolutely -love- that show...especially Crow T. Robot..." Then he talks about his dog. "Okay, maybe that's mostly true, but I bet that dog is the sweetest too..."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit, and despite his words when he speaks of Jack it is with obvious affection, "Oh oui, he as sweet as suger. Mostly because he to stupid not ta be. Ah swear ta yah, dat dog trot up to de devil 'imself and try to catch a belly rub." He says with a grin, and then like any proud pet owner pulls out his phone to show off his pooch. At her saying she likes MST3K though he grins broadly, "Well maybe yah gonna jus' 'ave ta let Remy bring some of dem ovah foh yah viewing pleasure, non?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Despite that little voice screaming in the back of her head, perhaps even jumping up and down telling her just how -stupid- she's being in this moment, Shiloh's been charmed just a bit it would seem. "Oh he's the sweetest looking mutt ever! I would love to meet him!" This much as Remy shows off the pictures and then is offering to bring over some of his collection of one of her favorite shows for viewing. "Well. You could do that. Or... since they're at your place and... I'm not really attached at the hip to anything or anyone here. Maybe I could just...come see them at your place sometime." There. Not a complete 'take me home with you' bite into the charms of Remy LeBeau, but the Cajun's got some sort of spell on her at the moment.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins looking around the now nearly empty shop and asks casually, "What time yah gotta be back here so yah be ready to open tomorrow?" He asks calmly and casually, as if asking what she thought the weather might be like...

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Eh, it's the middle of the week... plus..." Shiloh points to the hours. "I'm actually closed tomorrow. I like to take a day off middle of the week so I can get errands done and such. It may sound weird...but it works...and lets me open all weekend." She sighs. "Which is a very long winded way for me to politely say I do not have any obligations for tomorrow."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and tilts his head as he finishes off his coffee in a single long pull and gives her an absolutly sinfull smile, "Well den chere, mah only ot'er question gonna be what yah t'ink about French Toast for breakfast, hmm?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to her door in obvious invetation.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh grins, watching him finish his coffee in what might be record time and then shrugs. "I think French Toast sounds lovely. Let me lock up a couple things in here and then we can head out." Is she crazy? She must be crazy. But it's only a show and breakfast in the morning, right? What more could this man want from her but simple company?