5028/Life, Gravity and Such Things

Life, Gravity and Such Things
Date of Scene:	27 July 2018
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Deadzone

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Gambit has posed:
New York After Hours...
Remy LeBeau staggers with the grace befitting a man of his particular prowess, a sway to the left a hand rising up and as if caught by invisible gravity wall he halts and stares at the brick lay out. A crooked smile appearing across stubble laden features, a low noise escapes his throat and those red-black eyes focus on one point. A voice in his head chiding him and his lack of grace, 'typical Cajun'.
It could be worse. Much worse. At least hes kept it all down. Kept himself upright and didn't get thrown out of the bar this time. This time. Mybe there are reasons hes not haunting the school. Steering clear of Rogue's Avengery self and in general just amusing himself with life,

/Joi de vivre/

Deadzone has posed:
Remy's stumbling grabs the attention of a small group of teens. The redhead taps the chest of the one beside her, causing him to look up and smile around his cigarette. He gestures with his chin to the ginger and she leaves her group of friends to join the Cajun. "Careful there, handsome," she says with a warm smile. She leans in, making certain that the low cut top is showing plenty of cleavage.

Once she's gotten his attention, the redhead begins to slip a little closer, using her arms to steady Remy in place. "You keep stumbling like that, and you're gonna label yourself as mugger bait. Let me help you."

Gambit has posed:
"This ain't stumbling, chere. It's a very well earned strut." A squint of one eye at the red haired girl, familiar strikes several cords but falls short. "Well, you about a surprise friendly in a quiet ugly lil side of get bent."
A teasing inhale from the man, he is lanky and lean framed but surprisingly heavy, a lot of compacted muscle. He carries it well. Well enough the red head won't feel a major portion of it, tilted and heavy to one boot. Steering more at the sidewalk.
"Dis a strange extend of friendly. Not a usual thing."

Deadzone has posed:
The redhead smiles at the Cajun as he talks. His words don't make a lot of sense to her, but he's drunk, so it's no matter. She glances over at her friends a few shops down the street and gives them a nod. She's got this. Easier marks then this are rare. Returning her attentions to Remy, she continues to smile. "Hey, there's no reason I can't be friendly now, is there? Not everyone in New York is trying to stab you in the back."

Even as she says this, LeBeau can feel deft fingers touching here and there. He's picked enough pockets in his time to know exactly what she is doing.

Gambit has posed:
"Stabbings just one option." Remy muses, the glance back towards the woman's friends is followed, no shades to hide those odd red-black eyes, hes curious even while ineberiated if she'll shy from them directly, most do if theyre not mutants themselves. A mutant stigma. His.
"Dat okay, you can be friendly all you like, mon petit." Remy is ssentially a master thief. The pat down overlooked, she'll find cards, dice, seperate rolls of cash, pilferered credit cards and IDs, more watches than one man needs. All things he himself has confiscated and in various pockets.

"It a crime to touch a man's tings without askin'." He remarks quietly, "Left thigh pocket, you find a mini-flask, opposite some smokes. Bout you be a doll an' pull both out, I promise to be a gentleman an' share." The man's Cajun accent flucuating with his tone, in and out on certain words.

Deadzone has posed:
The eyes do cause a hit of trepidation, but when she finds the wads of bills, she figures she can overlook the clear mutation for the easy cash. Or at least she figured that until he caught her red handed. The ginger lets out a soft sigh, disappointed that the easy mark was not the target she made him out to be.

She reaches for the flask and cigarettes, handing him the cigarettes as she uncaps the flask and takes a drink. "Can't blame a girl for tryin. Gotta make a living somehow and this is better then the other option."