Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	The Diner has never had a name beyond just that. The Diner. Frankly if you don't know about the placem you aren't in the loop. Once upon a time, back in prohibition days, it had been a Speak-easy. After that it had been a failed attempt by the Thieve's Guilds to establish a foothold in New York. So why is Remy here now despite the fact that the place has had no coinnection to the guilds in his life time? Because they make pancakes so light and fluffy you have to hold them down or they'll float off your plate and cofee strong enough to fight you back.
Amanda Deveraux	The table is his usual, of course. Perhaps they've kept it open for him, even, who knows? The waitress is also familiar, and brings the familiar bundle of knife-fork-spoon rolled together in a napkin. Even the usual flirting is comfortably familiar. How are you today, sweetie? You're looking extra-special, sweetie. You really need to introduce me to that girlfriend sometime; surely a handsome guy like you fights them off with a stick! After taking the order she splashes coffee into his cup and turns to leave. Everything is nice and normal and familiar, at least until the silverware bundle is opened. A playing card tumbles out onto the table, curled neatly to fit inside the napkin roll. The Queen of Diamonds. And the brand bears the logo of a Raven.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau takes the card, a bit of a puzzled look on his face for a moment as he turns it over. Allot of thieves use card motif's. He's know a handful of suicide Kings, One-Eyed Jacks and a few queens of Hearts and/or Diamonds in his time. Likewise more then a few bird ones. A few falcons, a Lady Hawk, an Osprey, and honestly a /ton/ of Ravens... But he's only known one who paired the two together. Of course, he muses to himself, that one would be at least in her 50's or 60's by now. Possibly still on the job but still.." He scans the diner slowly, trying to see if he spots anything or anyone familier. He's not likely to forget her eyes any time soon...
Amanda Deveraux	A quick scan of the restaurant turns up... nothing. No familiar faces, not even so much as a shady character in a back booth. The waitress returns with cream, sugar, and a 'to-go' cup. Uncharacteristically, she leans down to speak in a low voice. "Outside, honey. Drugstore across the street. She said she wouldn't wait forever. Coffee's on the house this time." She fills the 'to-go' cup.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau raises an eyebrow to the aitress and nods, leaving a $20 tip anyway and adding the creamer and the contents of three honey packets to it before heading out the door into the wintry chill. He scans up and down the street quickly then across to the drug store at a bit of a jog. the New York ballet of not getting hit by passing cars in full display.
Amanda Deveraux	The drugstore is one of those 'mom and pop' places, instead of a chain store. One of the last of its kind. There's even a brass bell on the door to announce new customers. As he reaches for the door handle, however, something unusal catches his eye. Most people wouldn't even notice, but a Master Thief? Another playing card is clipped to the front page on the newspaper vending machine outside. Behind the glass. The back is the familiar Raven.
Remy LeBeau	"Now sombebody playing games... But den Ah've always liked games." The Cajun says musing to himself and reaches into his pocket. He frowns a bit and has to go into the Drug store and buy a candy bar with a $5 to get enough quarters, but quickly enough plugs them into the machine to open the door and retrieve the card, double checking for anything else before releasing the door with the display copy of the paper.
Amanda Deveraux	Another Queen of Diamonds, except this one has a number written on it. Block letters disguise the handwriting, but the numbers are close enough that they could refer to an address. One that's just a few blocks away.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau hmms softly, still more amused then anything. a bit of slight of hand and the card vanishes up his sleeve. He turns up the collar of his shirt and crosses the street again to the diner. He gets on his motorcycle and turns out towards the address mentioned on the card. If it's a setup, it's an overdone one, so he assumes it's someone wanting to make contact and also make sure he is completely alone. He hopes he wont have to destroy his phone. he just got this phone.
Amanda Deveraux	The address is a bit more of an upscale bistro. French. He's walked by it many times, and has even likely had a meal or two there. Quiet. Unassuming. And with plenty of open tables. A few cars on the street, but none that he would immediately recognize.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau looks around and then... then he closes his eyes and reaches out. Sensing the motion of the world around him. Trying to see if he can /feel/ someone or something watching him. Seeing if he can get an early jump on whoever is running him through their maze. Then he parks his bike and heads inside.
Amanda Deveraux	Perhaps unusually enough, there is no one watching him. There are no dangers lurking in the shadows. Once he steps inside, Remy is immediately greeted by the Maitre'd. It's one of those sort of places, after all. The man in the tux looks him over, and for a moment it seems like he may call the police. He smiles, instead. "Ah, monsieur! You have made it after all, I can see. Allow me to show you to your table. Your guest has already arrived." Towel over the arm, he leads Remy to a table in the back, where there awaits an empty table, two menus, a bottle of wine on ice, and two empty glasses.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly, offering a polite "Thank you," in French and holding himself with the confident bearing of someone who absolutely belongs in such a place, ripped jeans and old trench coat not withstanding. He takes the seat, completely unsurprised at this point to find the card in his folded menu. He downs the last of his diner coffee and says, again in French. "Please dispose of this for me, will you. Any idea when my party will arrive?
Amanda Deveraux	Just as the Maitre'd is turning to look, a familiar face steps up from behind the man. It's almost like she just appeared out of nowhere... although she was most likely in the ladies' room. Amanda doesn't look like she's aged a day. Her hair is still brown, and she's wearing a black cocktail dress along with pearls and Jimmy Choo pumps. "Darling!" she greets enthusiastically. Stepping right up, she kisses his cheeks, right then left. As she moves to her seat, waiting for the Maitre'd to hold the chair, she switches to fluent French. <I am so glad you were able to make time to see me again. I trust you had no difficulty in finding the place?>
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau is at first shocked then obviously delighted. He kisses her cheeks in return and smiles holding her at arms length, "It may be one of de oldest lines in 'istory, but chere yah 'aven' aged a day since de last time Ah laid eyes on yah." He looks a bit taken back but also extraordinarily pleased. "It's been fohevah. Jus' 'ow yah been?" he asks, holding her chair out for her and telling the Matre d' "Champagne. Piper Heidsieck if yah 'ave it." he turns back to her, switching to French. "I thought it might be you, but couldn't believe you were still in the game."
Amanda Deveraux	Amanda Deveraux laughs and lets Remy hold her chair. She gives the Maitre'd a nod and then he is off to fetch the champagne. Once they have the table to themselves once more, she laces her fingers together and doesn't -quite- rest her chin upon them. "Darling, I never -left- the game." she replies smoothly, likewise in French. And no, those brown eyes would certainly be difficult to miss, even in a crowd. "But things are going rather well for me. It isn't often that I get the chance to follow up with one of Jean-Luc's pupils, much less his best." Things -must- be, judging from the quality of the pearls.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau looks amused by that, leaning back a bit and sipping from the frosty glass of water that was already at the table while the other man goes for the bubbly. "Also his only exiled pupil." The man points out with a shrug, looking absolutely amazed at the woman. "Yah might not know dis, but when Ah was a pup, Ah 'ad de biggest crush on yah, yah wouldn' believe. Drove Belle absolutely ta distraction."
Amanda Deveraux	Amanda Deveraux's lashes lower a touch and she leans in a bit close. "My darling Remy, believe me when I say you weren't the only one. Sometimes a woman's best tools are a look or a word or a gesture." Her gaze flickers downward then, and she adds. "But I can see you weren't one to neglect your studies in THAT area either." The smile fades a touch, then. "I'd heard about your... difficulty... of course.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit self conciously. After all it's not usual for him to be the one put upon by a pretty face, and he's not ashamed to admit it. "Well whatevah it is yah got chere, yah should bottle it. Ah meant what Ah said, yah look 'zactlly like Ah remember yah. Not a bit of difference." He smirks just a bit. "so what bring yah ta New York chere? Ah'd ask business or pleasure, but we bot' know dey de same t'ing."
Amanda Deveraux	Amanda Deveraux tilts her head at the question, looking positively pleased. "Oh, I keep a small flat downtown." she begins, watching his expression all the while. "But I really came looking for you, my dear. I wanted to see if -you- were still in the business, as it were, and also whether you were still curious." She pauses for a moment, then. "I was hoping we might have the chance to work together." And from her look, it's not a hypothetical question.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau considers, "Ah keep mah 'and in." He says with a bit of a smile, "Ah 'ave dis ot'er t'ing dat takes up most of mah time... but de right deal, wit' de right partner.. Ah've been known ta step back ovah de line 'ere or dare." he says with an easy smile and a nod. "Maybe we shoul' get toget'er soon ta go ovah details. Foh now, dinner?"