Owner	Pose
Shiloh	Shiloh has been to a few places in New York. One spot in Gotham. She doesn't dare travel to many other places. Mutant Town, however, has become something akin to a second home for the non-mutant. Not that it's a destination for just anyone, but when you're making friends with people who live in and around the area - it just becomes. The text message is simple. <<Hanging around Mutant Town. Join me for a meal? I'm close to Fred's.>> And that's fact. She's just outside, and to the side, smoking a cigarette while waiting for either a reply or the Cajun to just show up.
Remy LeBeau	the Voice comes from almost directly behind her. "Yah know Ah c'n count on one 'and de number of times Ah've been ta dis part of de city." He says from less then a foot away, smirking. No duster todat, which is odd. It's been replaced with a red and black motorcycle jacket, though the helmet and bike itself are no where in evidence. Also, since it /is/ mutant town, no sunglasses, a rareity when the cajun is in public.
Shiloh	Shiloh seems to think on it a moment as she turns to him. "Considering the few times I've popped into the club to hang out with Sam... I think my count is almost to two hands." Then she grins. "Course, if I recall rightly, you don't go to Evolution even on a good night." She rubs her cigarette out on the bottom of her boot and then tosses the butt into a nearby trash can. "Besides, figured this area you could be yourself...nice jacket..." She's just in black pleather pants, a tee-shirt that has a rose background to a skull and crossbones. "So. Hungry?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks, "Ah only go ta Evo foh one reason, and it's not de watered down hootch." He says with a smirk, "And even den haven't been in mont's. Wonder why dat change. He then grabs her by the waist pulling her close to him, grabs her hair with playful roughness and whispers something in her ear before giving her a kiss that has some passing spectator yell "Get a room!". He smirks as he releases her and says "Ah'm starving."
Shiloh	Shiloh doesn't expect to be grabbed by her waist or her hair, and she's letting out sounds that ought stay behind closed doors before returning that kiss. The whispered words have her giving a grin even after everything and she gives a little shrug. "Food. We should..." She points towards Fred's and then she sighs. "Is it going to get you fired up every time I mention his name now?" She doesn't wait for an answer, shifting to turn on her heels and head for the door - if he allows her to make it that far.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau slaps her bottom, and does not comment. He follows her into the inner and...well at least he doesn't make a face. He has after all literally eaten out of dumpsters before. Still not where he would have chosen to take her. "Followin' yah lead on dis one petie...
Shiloh	It's a diner. Really it's more like a bar that happens to have other tables people can sit at. It's not classy, but it's not the worst either. They're taken to a table and Shiloh flops into her chair, letting out a sigh as she does. "I came here once...after I ran into...I can't remember who it was off the top of my head. But we wound up coming in here for a bite. Almost reminds me of the pubs back home..."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau shrugs a bit, "One of de reasons Ah ten' ta stay out of here. Ah don' like Ghettos, an' dat what dis place always be no mattah 'ow yah gloss it up. a Place ta shove us muties where de nice normal people no 'ave ta look at us." He says it with...with venom really. Atill his entire demeanor changes at the waitress, who looks like she could be any bubbly 18 year old girl working her first part timer, aside from the bubble gum pink skin, walks up. Remy's voice adopts that silken seductive quality as he says "Bonjour ma che'rie, je voudrais un cheeseburger, moyen bien. De la laitue et des tomates, mais pas d'oignons. Pommes de terre saute'es sans sel. Et pour boire, puis-je avoir un the' glac'e avec de la limonade dedans ? Et puis-je dire que tu es tre's jolie quand tu rougis." He then gives the poor girl a completely wicked smile.
Shiloh	Shiloh sighs a little and shakes her head with a chuckle before shifting her glance to the waitress who went from bubbly to nervous in about thirty seconds. "Remy, ne sois pas un connard..." She says to him and then smiles to the waitress. "We'll both have cheeseburgers, medium well, he'll have lettuce and tomato but no onions. Fries without salt and a virgin arnold palmer. As for me, I'll take everything on my cheeseburger, with extra pickles, and a gin and tonic." The waitress likely seems relieved when Shiloh translates but the grin on Shiloh's face has the waitress almost second guessing herself. "Oh, he also said you're beautiful when you blush, but don't let him get into your head. He's a natural flirt and a regular con artist...not worth the time."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins at Shiloh and smirks slightly, "What, Ah jus' forgot ta speak English foh a moment. Ah believe Ah've done it wit' yah before." He says with that same wicked grin. And it's true, he has. Though usually first thing in the morning... or last thing at night. He sips the glass of ice water the poor girl brought them and adds, "An' Ah said cute, not beautiful.
Shiloh	"You might as well had said beautiful...it's not like she understood the words coming out of your mouth." Shiloh bites words towards Remy and then settles back in her chair a bit. "You also didn't ask for your precious drink to be without alcohol...but you also didn't specify with alcohol and by the looks of your jacket I assume you rode here. So no drinking for the driver." Forgetting to speak English is something she's not going to touch. The worst part is, she thinks it's hot when he speaks French...but then he had to use it to be flirtful with someone else right in front of her. She mumbles something else under her breath before taking a sip of her own water.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau reaches across the table and takes her hand and says calmly, "C'est ennuyeux quand quelqu'un fait tout son possible pour vous rendre jaloux, n'est-ce pas?" He smiles and adds with a bit of a smirk, "Il y a beaucoup de choses qui te rendent tres mignon aussi." Giving her a wicken smile.
Shiloh	Shiloh's eyes narrow and darken just a bit. "Mais je ne l'ai pas fait devant vous. J'ai pris une verite et je l'ai tournee. Ce n'est pas la meme chose." She mutters and then gives a tiny bit of a smirk. "Oh? Name one thing that makes me 'cute'..." Seeing the wicked grin, she rolls her eyes and uses her free hand to sip at her drink again.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau chuckles a bit. "All de time chere. De way yah nose wringles when yah not 'ave yah morning tea. De way yah 'ead tilt ta de right when Jack showin' yah 'is latest trophy... He pauses a bit, "Just found out yah are /really/ cute when you jelious..."
Shiloh	Shiloh goes to open her mouth to say something, but she can't deny the jealousy that she felt when Remy openly flirted with someone in front of her. Her face flushes a bit at the few other things he mentions and she huffs a little. "My nose does /not/ wiggle..." Is all she can think to say and just at that moment their drinks arrive, which only flusters her more. So she shuts up and waits for the waitress to walk off before she downs half her drink.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a bit as he takes his Arnold Palmer, giving the poor, /still/ blushing girl a simple, "Merci, chere" and turning his attention back to Shi. "So... "ow are t'ings at the bakery?" He asks with an amused smile, offering to change the subject.
Shiloh	"For the love of the gods, Remy, you can talk -english- to her..." Shiloh spits out and then grumbles a little - all of this as the waitress is walking away. When the man tries to change the subject, she shrugs her shoulders. "Things are fine. I've got a few custom orders to work on tomorrow and the next day. You might want to come hang out in case any of the customers flirt with me." Yeah. This might be a thing now. "Also, at least you have a place to fit in. It may seem like the bottom of a barrel but it seems people are trying their damnedest to make it home. Some people don't even get -that- luxury and have to find their home away from what should have been home all along."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit again as she apparently is getting a little heated and decides to back down for now. Not wanting a public eruption. "Okay chere, Ah be good. Pour le moment." He offers, though he still does /smile/ at the poor waitress when she brings over their burgers. "After dis maybe we go to a leat'er shop? Jack finally got 'is jaws on mah wallet.."
Shiloh	Shiloh blinks as Remy just sort of...backs down. Though that's likely a good thing cause even she was getting uncomfortable with how she was feeling. Jealousy doesn't sit right on her...no matter how cute it may make her look. In fact, she's a little more defeated now than anything else. "Yeah. We can do that." Is offered as she lifts a single pickle off the burger to eat.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smiles and takes her hand, giving her knuckles a soft kiss and saying "Spending a day wit' yah shopping an' just being wit' you? Ah take day ovah any five nights wit' our bubble gum princess and her t'ree best female friends." He says with a playful smile. "Every time."
Shiloh	Shiloh goes to say something, then doesn't. She just listens. Each moment seems to soothe her a bit more with what he says. "Spending time with you will always be my first choice. No matter how many free drinks I can slither off the barkeep at Evo..." She smiles then. Trying to match what he's giving. "Why do we like to rile each other up so much? I didn't know if I wanted to walk out the door without you or have you fuck me on the next table."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins a bit, "What c'n Ah say chere. It's who we are. We passionate and we determined. We like road flares. Explosive or direct, but 'ot as 'ell eit'er way." He reaches over and steals one of her fries, dispite having a generious portion of his own. "'Owever if yah giving me dose two as an option..."