Owner	Pose
Shiloh	It's about eight or nine o'clock at night. The bakery has been closed up, cleaned, and now Shiloh is free to tend to the night. Only tonight, she's got plans. Not with anyone, no, these plans are secrets she keeps to herself. They also keep her out of her apartment.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau also had plans in the city, namely doing surveillance of Wolfram & Hart... but he got dropped in on by one of the Gotham vigilantes, and while nothing had come of it it had spoiled his thief ego for the night. So he'd planned to just stop by Shiloh's for the evening. He'd let himself in with his key but finding the place empty makes a bit of a face. So relaxing on the sofa he makes a call to her...
Shiloh	As much as she never wanted to be a part of the guild, Shiloh tends to put some of her thieving skills to use when she's out on patrol. Currently perched at the top of a building a few blocks over from her apartment. When her phone begins to buzz - cause she has it on silent - she doesn't even bother looking at the caller ID. "Dark Side Bakery After Hours, how can I help you?" It's something she may or may not be giving a feel for - like maybe if she handed out her number a bit more, people would call her overnight to place orders.
Remy LeBeau	"Why 'ello dare. Ah was 'oping ta maybe get mah 'ands on somet'ing sweet tonigh'? Per'aps somet'ing Ah could enjoy till morning?" The Cajun's voice mildly amused that she didn't check the caller id before he answered. He pauses and adds "Yah milk gone sour by de way..."
Shiloh	"Ah. Well I'm sure I can work something out, but it might be a couple hours. You know...I have to get things prepped and ready of course..." It's what Remy says next that makes Shiloh realize where he is. "Firstly, sir, my milk is NOT sour... and secondly... you might actually be waiting for a bit. But I'll be home....soon......ish."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "Well Ah suppose Ah could get on mah bike an' ride all de way back ta Westchester." He says playfully even as he is sprawling out on he sofa and turning on the TV, "An' Ah know what sour milk smell like chere. De milk gone sour... Ah not interrupting a hot date am I?"