9896/The day after the night before...

The day after the night before...
Date of Scene:	03 November 2019
Location:	Boathouse - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Witchblade

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Gambit has posed:
The night before was a bit of a haze. There had been food, wine, dancing, more wine... and there was something about handcuffs? Now however the sun is coming in through the bedroom window, reflecting off the lake. The smell of frying meat is wafting in through the house..

Witchblade has posed:
Sara's smart enough to use protection. In both senses, she tucked a gun within reach, too. And /that/ protection too. She's looking like she had a fun night. So now...she's here. She's fortunately clothed. Though it's in a mix f hers and Remy's clothes. She's wearing one of his t-shirts. Which is, oddly enough, fitting. In both senses of the word as she stretches and sits up. Definitely time to be awake, the sun's up.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau is easy to find, just follow your nose. From the kitchen he is making a veritable buffet of food. Bacon, eggs, bacon, ham, bacon, Canadian Bacon, and pancakes are all being expertly managed and plated. When he heas her moving in the bedroom he grins slightly, "How yah like yah coffee chere?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara steps in and looks over what Remy's cooking. It's definitely good, but she's got questions. Like....why, and breakfast on a balcony. Those are top of her list, as is 'you really did this after one night??'

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit. His movements very liquid, like a well satisfied cat. "Coffee?" he asks again, the pot gurgling a few last times as the the "magic bean juice of happiness" finishes filling the pot. He takes down a pair of plates and begin serve them up both large amounts of the food. "Nevah did tell yah why Ah picked de Blue Lady ta meet last night did I?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara eyes the bacon....and other things then bacon. "Does it have bacon in it?" she asks then nods. "Sure, coffee. please" she says with a wry grin. Looking to Remy, Sara laughs. She shakes her head. "So what's up with all the bacon then. Or is it everything with bacon morning huh?" she asks with a smile, shaking her head with a grin.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau gives a look that /almost/ passes for innocent. "What? Ah like Bacon. Bacon is meat candy. Bacon is proof dat God loves us and wants us ta be 'appy." He says playfully. "Not ta mention dat Ah 'ave a very fas' metabilism an' Ah need regular intakes of fat an' protean ta keep mahself goin'. Ot'erwise Ah collapse on mah face. An' Ah did 'ave a...ra'er energetic work out last night,

Witchblade has posed:
Sara raises an eyebrow. "I don't know what God you follow but the one in church seems to think eating bacon's questionable at best" she says. "Ah what the hell. I do a lotta questionable things. So" she nods. "Sure. Bacon, but not too much" Sara adds and looks to Remy. "Did you just....Bacon is not meat candy. Bacon wrapped around candy is just....no" she teases wagging a finger at him. She's giggling again. Great. Sara's sober and giggling.

Gambit has posed:
"If god 'adn't wanted us ta eat bacon, he wouldn' 'ave made it taste so good." The Cajun says piously, taking a piece for himself and pouring them both coffee, adding milk and honey to his own. "So den, now dat Ah've got /all/ yah 'ungers satisfied... Ah'd like ta show yah somet'ing." he says with a grin.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara cants her head. "And...what's that 'something'?" she asks with the air quotes thing with her hands. Watching him she smirks a litle. "So....what's up with the bacon?" she asks, chewing on it as she actually, genuienly enjoys it. It's good bacon. Oh it's good bacon. But not 'meat candy' yet

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, "No bettah source of fuel, an' like Ah said it's delisious." He then walks her to the living room aand pulls out a large accordian folder and sets it on the coffee table. "So undahstand dat a good part of dis is a t'ought experement. Conjecture an' suposistion as yah law enforcement types woul' say... But dis is a breakdown as How /Ah/ migh' 'ave done de 'Ill Street Diamond 'eigst... If Ah were a t'ief... which obviously Ah'm not."

Witchblade has posed:
"It is" Sara adds. "Yeah sure you're not a thief" she shrugs and digs into the bacon more. "You stole this from some poor animal but it's for a good cause. So" she says after swalllowing. "It's all good.

Glancing at the folder, she raises an eyebrow. "So. Hm....you're saying if you did go and do it this is how. so what, you expect me to believe you just happen to know how the robbers operated. What, is it some Cajun swamp magic you got there, huh? What the hell was in that bacon, some voodoo butter?" she jokes and studies the folder quietly for a moment or two.