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Shiloh	The sign to the bakery has been flipped to closed, all the neon lights are off and the interior lights are all off save for a few that at least allow Shiloh to see what she's doing. For the moment, she's cleaning out the display case, sanitizing areas, and all the other usual closing duties one has on their list when they work alone. The door to the bakery is, however, still unlocked for the time being - mostly because it allows her to easily go in and out - but also because sometimes she keeps it unlocked for the just in case a 'random' visitor wants to stop in. A small pile of mail is on the counter next to the cash register and on the top is an envelope that's a bit more yellowed in color and has her name in some sort of fancy handwritten script but the most telling sign is the Thieve's Guild logo stamped next to the address. Not that anyone who doesn't know would know, but those that do know...well...KNOW.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau isn't dressed as "Gambit" nor is he dressed as "Master Thief LeBeau" when he knocks on the glass door before checking to see if she locked it or not. Ripped jeans that have obviously seen a fair few work days, a pink t-shirt with the phrase "Don't laugh, it's your girlfriend's shirt" faded from many washings, and an old New Orleans Saints ball cap. He smiles easily as he steps inside, very amused. "Ah got somet'ing foh yah chere." He says with a smile playing on his lips... Then he sees the letter and his smile falters but returns quickly enough. "Look like yah gettin' all sorts of love notes..
Shiloh	"I wouldn't call that a love note. It's hate mail in it's purest form. I'm not even going to give them the satisfaction of opening it." Shiloh begins with that and then smiles genuinely at him, coming around to greet him with a hug and a kiss to his cheek should he allow. "A gift from you though. That sounds a bit rare. Do I get it now or later?" Asking this as she moves to walk to the door and locks it now that her assumed guest has actually arrived, then she walks back over and picks up the small stack of mail. "Everything else is bills...hopefully I can pay them all in one shot..."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit giving her a kiss in return, and pulls out what is obviously a single piece of printer paper, roughly floded in quarters to make a make-shift "Card. In crayone a small hand wrote "Thank you" and drew a cake with black icing, and inside is writen "Thank you for the cake Miss Shilo." Yeah they forgot the H. But a half a dozen little signatures fill the rest of the card.
Shiloh	Shiloh blinks, taking the card and opening it to see what's written on it. "Oh! This is from that shelter you took the treats to? Oh this is lovely..." Yeah she almost gets teary eyed and then kisses him once more - properly this time. "You want some coffee and a slice of cake? Saved some in case you came calling. Black with honey, right?" Asking as she goes to fix coffee and cake - likely ensuring that she does everything she can to ignore the mail that gets put back on the counter along with the card. "Oh and that's going up on the wall somewhere. After I get it framed I think."
Remy LeBeau	He smiles a bit, and nods. "Oui, two spoonfuls." He adds as he glances at the "Note". "yAh know yah gonna 'ave ta look at it. It got New York's seal on it, an' like it or not yah in Michael Tyre's territory 'ere. An' Ah promise yah, it even worse ta piss off dat man den it is ta annoy yah fat'er. Yah pappa might be a snake, but Tyre is a cobra.
Shiloh	Shiloh smiles and nods as he confirms his coffee order, and sets about making their coffees, getting cake, bringing things over as they're ready until both of their places at the table are set. Though she also listens to what he says about the letter and glances back to the counter with a sigh. "I know you're right..." Offering this as she shifts back to grab the letter and then sits at the table across from his place. "I just don't know why they're sending me stuff at all. I guess the hope for a quiet life was a little too much, aye?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau chuckles, "Yah c'n move out of yah kingdom, but yah always gonna be a Princess chere." He says mildly amused but at the same time honest. He sips hips coffee, takes a small bite of cake, though his eyes stay on the letter, as if ready to blow it up should it turn on them, much like the viper who sent it.
Shiloh	Shiloh sighs and finally takes the letter, prying it open. "Might as well see what the viper wants then, aye?" She pulls the letter out, it's on a letterhead that Remy may very likely recognize fromt he viper himself. She skims the words, eyes getting a bit more wide as she reads. Then she sets the letter down, takes a sip of coffee and a slow breath. "Well. Apparently this 'Princess' has been summoned to go meet this territory's King..." Offering that. "Michael Tyre wants to meet. Alone."
Remy LeBeau	Remy's face remains impassive, though his eyes look like they have been ignited by hellfire. "Probibly jus' dat at dis stage of t'ings." He says calmly. "He sure as 'ell not gonna do anyt'ing ta upset yah fat'er wit'out a damn good reason." He takes another sip of his drink. "He is gonna try ta bait yah, jus' ta see where yah limits are."
Shiloh	Shiloh grunts. "I don't take bait easily. He'll find that out soon enough." She didn't let her own father get his hooks on her, she sure as hell won't let some stranger do it. "I don't like the alone bit...but I guess if that's what he wants..." There's a breath and she finishes off her coffee, then takes a bite of cake. "I'll likely have you on speed dial to get me away from there right quick in a hurry, love." Just to warn him and then she sighs. "So... we got plans for the night?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau raises an eyebrow, looking amused. "Of course chere, Yah'd be 'ard pressed ta keep me away." He sips his coffee, "Likely part of 'is long term plan, get me ta do somet'ing stupid on yah behalf. But de Counsol chambers an' de Guildmaster's office right off de club. Yah got an evening gown?"
Shiloh	"I got me a few, yeah. Had to look the part sometimes for daddy dearest. I'm sure I can dust it off for Grandmaster Tyre." Shiloh admits this with a nod. "If you want a little fashion show...maybe give your opinion on which one I should wear...I would be happy to show them off to you." She glances back down at the letter. "One week from today...guess that buys me a little time. Think I should bake him something special as a...shall we say...peace offering?"
Remy LeBeau	He considers, but then shakes his head. "He'll see it as tribute, an' dat will mean yah are acknowledging 'is superiority ovah yah." He says with a face. His disgust for the Guildmaster having a note of vitriol that the Cajun usually reserves for a certain mad geneticist. "Dat said Ah 'ave never said no to a pirvate fashion show...
Shiloh	Shiloh ah's and nods her head. "That makes sense, yeah..." This and then she smirks. "Well, alright. Soon as your finished with your coffee and cake we can go upstairs and I can play dress up for you." Part of her wonders just what type of man this guildmaster is. Wondering if he knows how close she and Remy have become - which actually almost scares her. Then she lifts a hand to her neck and sighs out a breath. "I promise, if you have a favorite dress, that one will NOT be worn to meet this man in. It's going to be at least your...third favorite."
Remy LeBeau	He grins wickedly, "Well mah /favorite/ gonna be dat cheerleading get-up from de ot'er night, So Ah really /really/ hope dat wasn't what yah were planning ta wear to de club.." He says giving his eyebrows an exagerated wiggle.
Shiloh	Shiloh grins as well. "That is for your eyes only, Remy LeBeau. I promise. And it is not a dress." She stands, pushing her chair in. "Come along then...might as well get something picked out so I can get it to the dry cleaners for a refresh before wearing it out."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly, finishing his cofffee and tossing away the cup and wraping his cake in a napkin before gesturing for her to lead the way up to her apartment. "Ah warn yah in advance. He like dark colors. Poor Didi always look like she covered in bruises wit' all de black he make her wear."
Shiloh	"I assume this Didi person is his...wife? Girlfriend? Whore?" Shiloh tosses all possibilities out there while leading them up to her apartment above the bakery. "So...dark... black, maybe a navy blue or a crimson red? I think I have a purple dress I have not worn in a while..."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly. "His wife. Super protective of her, except when he is so neglectful of 'er dat it boarders on abuse." He says with a shrug. "No idea how or why dey ever got toget'er." Which is a mild lie, but it sounds egotistical to say "I think he married her hoping I'd sleep with her so he could try to kill me." "Yeah, anyt'ing in dat family will present power ta 'im."
Shiloh	"Well, at least that calms my idea that he may try to...anyway..." Shiloh only hints at the possibility while she lets them into the apartment and motions to the couch. "Make yourself comfortable. You know where everything is by this point... I'll grab a couple things and...we'll get this show started." She grins, going into a closet to grab a couple black garment bags which she takes into the bathroom.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau shakes his head slightly. "He migh' try ta seduce yah, if he saw it as a way to gain him some power. Not like Didi woul' call yah ta de Arena foh it. Worst she could do is give yah a bad case of frostbite even if she did. But honestly? Michael is a shark. A deadly preditor. Sex is a weapon foh 'im as much as a gun or a dagger.
Shiloh	It's a few minutes as she has to change out of her clothes and into the first dress. Making sure her collar stays on, just to also ensure it matches the look. Then the bathroom door opens and she steps out wearing a dark purple gown, sparkly, and sleek against her form. "Alright. Option one..."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau has an unlit cigarette that he is playing between his fingers. When she comes out he gives her the universal signal to "twirl a bit", spinning his finger slightly. He nods his approval, "Solid eight out of ten. Darkly feminine. Shows off yah tattoos nicely." He says with a smile, "Look like yah wouldn' be opposed ta being seduced, but homme gonna 'ave ta put in de effort."
Shiloh	Shiloh smiles, turning around as he signals her to, and then nods her head when he gives his opinion. "Alright... I wore this to me formal dance in secondry school..." She won't tell him how long it took for the dress to come OFF that night however. Then she moves back to the bathroom to change into her second dress. This one a gradiant dress, black on the top that fades into a deep red on the skirt. One shoulder bare - the one that her rose tattoo is on.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau takes a long inhale and exhale. "Okay, Michael might like dat one a lil too much. By dat Ah mean he migh' t'ink yah actively trying ta seduce 'im." He says considering. "On one 'and migh' not be a bad t'ing ta let 'im get de wrong impressin. On de ot'er? Might be chumming de water."
Shiloh	Shiloh makes a face and looks herself over. "Okay, got it. I think I'm getting the idea of what is too much or too little for him. I got one more dress I can try on if you'd like..." She says this and then gives a little spin anyway before moving to him, grabbing the unlit cigarette from his hand, lights it with her own lighter, takes a drag and then hands it back to him. "But what do you think of the dress. Yourself. Hmm?"
Remy LeBeau	He smiles as she takes his cigerette and looks amused as she light it and takes a drag. "Ah mean, Ah t'ink it would look great in a crumpled 'eap 'alf way down de hallway.." He says with an easy grin. "But Ah like de first one bettah mahself.."
Shiloh	Shiloh chuckles and nods. "Alright. I'll keep that in mind. One more for you to judge..." She says this and then rinse, repeat. Off to the bathroom, coming out a few moments later in a navy gradiant dress. Sleeveless, a little more on the innocent looking side perhaps, with what may look like vines or lightning coming from the bodice to the skirt.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smiles very large at that dress, standing and walking around her rather then having her twirl for him this time. "Now dis very much not Michaels style... But Remy? Dis very much Remy's style and dat de trut'." He says with a grin. "Dat de kinda dress make a man not sure if he wanna take yah out, or keep yah in."
Shiloh	Shiloh actually blushes some. "So the purple dress for the meeting, and this dress for you...got it." As he walks around her, she's still until he's behind her and then she reaches up to touch against his neck, leaning her head back to give him a proper kiss. "Maybe we'll find an excuse for me to wear this dress out on the town. I would like to actually have you give me a tour of your New York." Saying this and then she looks around the apartment. "Should I go change back into my normal clothes then?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau looks amused.. "Well we definatly need ta get yah out of dis dress one way or de ot'er.." He says with a wicked smile as he kisses her back and gives her neck a light nibble.