Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	Vona's diner is not a gormet resturant by any streach of the imagination. Honestly it's the type of place that you try not to look in the corners to hard or guess when the last time the health inspecter stopped by. But the coffee is fantastic and the cheese burgers are the things to make angel's weep. Remy had secured a booth in the back, his back to a wall with a good line of sight on the front door. He is rotating a card between his fingers the way some people might a coin, much to the facination of a little girl in a nearby booth. Through some form of prestodigitation the suit of the card shifts with every flip. He's removed his coat which sits on the bench beside him, but his dark sun glasses stay on.
Sara Pezzini	Sara's not far behind. She's here on the clock. Paperwork's done. Mostly. But the last few pages can wait and she slings her jacket on the bench and slides onto it. "So" Sara says. She's got her belt on, badge, gun, her work gear as she looks to Remy with a nod, peering at the menu ordering a cheeseburger and a coffee. Simple pleasures in life, huh? She looks around and stretches. The drive over was rough. But....she's here. She's here. Main thing.
Remy LeBeau	"So.." Remy says as if in agreement, ordering the same with extra bacon, and honey instead of sugar."Yah t'ink yah got a lead on de 'Ill street Diamond 'iest from 96. Dat's what Ah get from yah phone call anyway." He says casually. He sips water fron his glass and considers her, "So why contact me of all people?" he asks amused.
Sara Pezzini	"Because ya know the streets" Sara says with a nod and settles in next to Remy. "Pluss you ain't known to the gangs or cops, right? So, you're perfect for this" she nods and listens keenly. She looks impressed, as she pricks her ears to keep up with Remy.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods casually, "Oh Ah'm sure Ah'm known ta some... Even if dey can' prove anyt'ing non?" at this he lowers his glasses, leting the woman get a good look at those demonic looking red on black eyes for just a second.He looks around but shrugs, "Ah know de stories of course. Big Jack O'Hara lead a crew. Stole $45 Million in stones dat vanished wit'out a trace, den two of de crew members show up wit' a bad case of dead. No one knows what 'appen to de ot'er t'ree."
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods drumming fingers on table. "Yes. O'Hara's crew. You know what happened. That makes you useful. We have a lead, but nothing solid. If you're willing to help we can make it worth your time and while" Sara offers. She's putting the metaphorical carrot on a stick, and dangling it there.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods slightly as there food arrives. He drowns his fried potatos in salt and puddles ketchup on the side of the plate. 'Fore mah time in New York of course. An' Ah was jus' a pup at de time yah undahstand?" he asks with a wicked grin iof someone who knows something but isn't yet inclined to shar with the class. "An' jus' what sort of incentive were yah 'oping ta tempt poo' ole Remy wit', hmm?"
Sara Pezzini	Sara tilts her head, then glances to Remy with a grin. "Well. Incentives? On or off the books?" she asks. Meaning cash under the table, but....letting her imagination run wile. Everything is on the table, off the books though, and the look in her eyes is revealing more than she wants to letting on. Sara takes a fry and drowns the burger in ranch, and fries in vinegar. She slides a fry into her mouth and dives into the cheeseburger. "Mhm" she says. "Ol' Remy?" she asks mimicking his acent for a second. "I mean, I got ways to help" she says with a nod.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau considers a bit, amused by the woman. "Ah got an idea, save yah budget even." He takes a bite of his burger and tilts his head. "Ah'll give yah all de information dat Ah 'ave. Even give yah mah best conclusions on any new information dat yah might 'ave. Yah in turn 'ave dinner wit' me. Not like dis mind yah. Nice clot'es, place dat 'as a wine menu. Mah treat of course."
Sara Pezzini	Sara's smiling despite herself. She looks over and looks to her burger. Setting it down she nods. "Alright" she says with a nod. It's in her mind a cop and an informant having dinner. A little odd, but...not unheard of. "Where, mind?" she asks with a grin, looking over to Remy with a nod. "I mean, there's a lot of good places. Are we going to a fancy place with waiters and I'll need a dress?" she asks, then busts out laughing. "Sorry, I can just see my boss having a fit reading the form and report. I'd be fired on the spot" she says still giggling. And...she's meant to be a no nonsense NYPD tough girl. She's giggling at the idea of scaring the hell out of her boss. It is Hallloween season after all...
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit considering. "Evah 'eard of de Blue Lady? It's a Jazz club. Great food, great music... And yah definately gonna need a dress." He says with a wicked gleam in his eye, playfullness playing at his lips. An' besides, why it need ta go on a form. Yah cops not allowed ta 'ave a personal life anymore?" he asks with a grin.
Sara Pezzini	Sara laughs despite herself. "My boss is one of those if you so much as fart, you fill in a form stating everything. Those types" Sara says with a nod. "Dress. Alright. Jazz club. Good idea. I need a dress I can keep my gun in if things get rough" Sara says with a sigh. "And I swear if it's low cut and I'm at risk of flashing everyone, I swear to God I will cuff you and take you in for it" Sara says though there's the look in her eye with mirth.