18225/Lets Dance the Night Away

Lets Dance the Night Away
Date of Scene:	07 June 2024
Location:	Lux
Synopsis:	Closed out from a previous player.
Cast of Characters:	Amara Aquilla, Remy LeBeau

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Amara Aquilla has posed:
The car pulls up in front of the club, the pair alighting from the back seat and into the crowd. While the velvet rope might intimdate some, the striking duo with cash to burn find that it parts like the sea before them, allowing them entrance into Lux.

Amara's face is filled with delight and excitement at seeing the club for the first time, standing at the platform and looking over the area below for long moments before turning up towards Remy with a wide smile. "What first, a drink to loosen you up, or do we hit the dance floor right away?"

They certainly draw looks as they descend the stairs towards the club. Men and women both staring at the stunning pair, her hand tucked into his arm as they hit the floor. With all eyes on them, Amara leans in towards Remy and murmurs, "I have never felt so much like a roast hung over a pit of hungry dogs."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Before they leave the car, Remy slips on a pair of polarized glasses to hide his unique eyes. He emerges from the car, letting the Nova Roman take point since, even though he has the money, she has the looks that the bouncers are going to appreciate and let through.

Remy's been here at least once before, if not multiple times. He looks over to Amara as she gets her first look at the opulence, and decadence, of Club Lux. He smiles, as she takes it all in. "I'm good either way. If you want to start dancing, I'm loose enough."

He leads her downstairs, through the gawking crowd, giving Amara a little bit of a chuckle and a nod. He murmurs back, leaning in close to her ear, "Oui, but the question is do you like it?" He eyes her for a moment with a grin before shrugging a shoulder, "If you don't and it is making you uncomfortable, just say the word and we go."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
A slow smile curves her lips as she glances up at him, shaking her head, "They're just stares. Envy. Want. They will not stop me from enjoying my night out." Amara tilts her head towards the dance floor, "Let's dance. Drinks after. Maybe a bite of food. More dancing. We can see where the night takes us." Turning slightly, she starts towards the dance floor, catching hold of his fingers with her own to tug him along with her, laughing.

The music is so far away from anything she grew up with... but it hits hard and gets the blood pumping, making her appreciate the many ways the world has evolved from the era she's more used to. Once they're on the dance floor itself, she stays close as the dance starts up, her body swaying to the beat, eyes sparkling with enjoyment of the evening. "You know.. you are trouble, Remy LeBeau. But the best kind of trouble!"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy nods with a grin of his own, "That's the spirit, chere. Don't let anyone prevent you from having a good time." The Cajun smile as she leads him to the dance floor, joining her in a laugh, "Most the time it's just cause they be jealous."

Remy is very light on his feet, as one would expect. Keeping close to Amara so she doesn't get lost in the crowed or snatched away by someone trying to 'cut in'. "I've been told as such, petite," he says with another laugh as he dances with the Nova Roman. "Many times. So, has is this night everything you wanted it to be? A little danger, a little intrigue, a little fun?"

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Laughing lightly, Amara nods as they dance, "That is something I am used to. Growing up, I was envied by many because of my position, or the family wealth and power. It means little to me." She stays in close to Remy, knowing enough about clubbing to know if she doesn't want to get separated from him by some overeager Lothario, that she needs to keep close.

While she's no thief, she spents years running around the Amazon, necessitating that she be quick and light on her feet to avoid the many, many pitfalls and dangers the rainforest has to offer. Which is to say, Amara keeps up with him pretty well! Smiling at him, she nods, "It has! This has been a very fun diversion into a side of life I rarely get to see, let alone experience."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Back to all prim and proper in the morning, oui," Remy teases with a chuckle as he moves to place his hands on her hips as they dance, moving to the beat of the music and leaning in to make sure he can be heard over the music. "Hard transition after a night like tonight I'd imagine. In fact, I don't think you are as prim and proper as you let on, Amara. I think this is more the real you."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara lets out a laugh and shakes her head, moving with him, her arms resting lightly on his shoulders as they move through the dance. "I would not call myself 'prim and proper'. I am just very aware of my duty and my responsibility to it. Much of my life has been about duty. The other part has been survival. It wasn't until I came to Xavier's that I was finally able to just be me." She winks at him, "So perhaps you are correct. Perhaps this is the real me and the other is the carefully crafted mask. But I like to think that both are me."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Grinning down at her, Remy lets out a little snorting laugh and then moves to twirl her before bringing her back in. "Everyone has masks, some just wear them better than others, chere. You're not wrong though, even if we mask part of ourselves, still us that wears it. Remy's worn a few masks in his time, some not so good. Much as I wish I could just pretend it ain't so, still a part of me."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Twirled out and back in, Amara grins up at Remy and gives a small nod, "Exactly. I've worn many masks, even in my short time alive. But I enjoy being able to step outside of my... role. My place. And just be a different version of me. At least for awhile!" She reaches up, tipping the sunglasses so she can peek underneath and meet his eyes. "If there is anything I have learned about life... we all end up doing things we regret. Things that we feel guilty about. They're always going to be with us... but that doesn't mean we can't move on. You can forgive yourself for bad decisions and just try to be better."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Pulling her body in close by the waist so they can speak without yelling, Remy lowers his head slightly to be heard easier, "We both know that is easier said than done, petite. Forgiveness is a fickle thing. Besides, frankly some things are just unforgivable." He shrugs, raising his head to look around before looking back to her, "Other times it isn't you that has to forgive." He shrugs. "Still, you're not wrong about trying to be better, regardless. Sometimes it just ain't enough."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Drawing in closer, pressing against him in the dance as his head tilts to speak more easily between them, Amara frowns faintly and shakes her head at him. "Nothing is easy to forgive yourself for. If it were easy, nobody would be burdened with guilt or regrets. That doesn't mean you shouldn't *try*. And yes, sometimes you cannot forgive yourself withour first being forgiven. But you cannot control the actions of others, only your own." She smiles faintly, reaching up to tap the tip of his nose with one fingertip, "Not everything can be 'fixed'. And that's okay, too. You do what you can and you try to do better than you did before." THe smile widens a touch, "And have some fun every now and again."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
The normally suave and flippant Cajun's mood takes on a hint of seriousness that is rarely seen. He looks like he is about to say something, but then thinks better of it. Eventually he says "Non. You're right I guess. You can only go to a dry well so many times hoping to find water. Still, don't make you any less thirsty."

He snaps out of it relatively quickly, the smile coming back as he looks down to Amara, "Chere, everything I do is fun." he says, winking one of his red eyes down at her. "Everything."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Looking up at him, Amara smiles faintly, "Sounds like you need to dig a new well, Remy. Nothing wrong with that. Wells aren't eternal.. they come with a finite amount of water. When one goes dry, you have to dig out another." To carry on his analogy.

But! They're dancing. This is a night of fun and enjoyment! Regrets and guilt are for another day. She tugs him in closer and winks back at him, "I look forward to finding that out for myself."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Maybe," he says with a bit of a sigh. "Guess I should start looking for a shovel."

The Cajun chuckles and slips his arms around her waist as she pulls him closer. They dance for a while, Remy mostly falling quiet after that to concentrate on the music, and his dance partner. Soon enough, he looks towards the bar then to Amara. "I don't know about you, petite, but I'm getting parched. Water? Something stronger?"

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Leaving behind the more serious topic in favor of fun and dancing, Amara enjoys being on the floor with Remy, just having a good time! After a bit, he asks about drinks and she grins and gives a nod. "I could use a water and a bourbon. Or whiskey if they don't have a good bourbon! Lets hit the bar then find a table. I wouldn't mind something to nibble on either!"

Because dancing takes energy and food fuels the body!

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Leading her away from the dance floor by the hand, weaving in and out of the bodies that liter the dance floor, Remy laughs. "If this place doesn't have good bourbon, it would be a sin. I'm sure they will have something to your liking." The Cajun makes his way to the bar, finding at least one stool for Amara to sit on while he leans against the bar, waiting for the bartender.

"So, you're betrothed. You ever meet the man?" Remy asks before ordering the waters and a pair of bourbons. "I had a similar arrangement once, but at least I knew the fille. We grew up togehter."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Hey, I never assume! I've seen places that SHOULD carry good brands pouring swill I wouldn't give to a politician," Amara grins at him before adding, "but I expect this place caters to a higher class of customer." She follows him to the bar, finding a stool to sit on while still staying in clse to Remy to prevent some rando from trying to hit on her.

"Not betrothed, perse. My father hasn't selected who I am to marry yet. I am simply... spoken for. It's infuriating, since I cannot even be there to see or meet who it is I will end up marrying." She shakes her head and glances to Remy with a faint smile, "There was one possible before, but after everything happened and my powers kicked in... well. The betrothal was ended when I was sent here with the X-Men."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"How does that work?" Remy arches his brow and reaches for his water, taking a sip. "You spoken for to someone that doesn't even exist? At least my arranged marriage was to bring peace to the guilds of New Orleans. Course, I went and fucked that up by killing my wife's brother right after." He snorts with a shake of his head as he switches over to the bourbon. "You just get told, one day you're going to have to marry someone of their choosing? That's..." He doesn't finish the sentence, electing to bring the glass to his lips again instead.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara gives a slow nod and lifts her glass towards him with a wry smile, "Welcome to the Roman life. I do not get to choose my husband, that is a decision my father gets to make. I trust his judgment, but at the same time it is intensely frustrating to feel as though I cannot even take part of one of the biggest social constructs that exists, because I have this nebulous betrothal hanging over my head like a Sword of Damocles." Taking a swallow of the bourbon, she lets it burn a path down her throat before sighing, "I miss my home, but I also dread getting the missive that calls me home."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Chuckling as something dawns on him, Remy nods. "Hence the 'safe' flirtations with someone already trapped in his own frustrations. It ain't going to lead to nothing for multiple reasons." He shrugs with a grin, sipping at the bourbon as he turns to take a look out over the dance floor. "At least I hope when you get that call you get a guy worthy of ya."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Winking at him, she offers a half-smile, "Works both ways, Remy. You can flirt and have fun and never have to worry about it going anywhere. We can hang out, and you don't have to worry." Amara lets out a breath and looks back to the dance floor, then over to Remy again, "I don't know. I was sent away. Not just to learn about the modern world.. but because I was exposed as a mutant to my people. Father felt it was best that I be away from Nova Roma while he tries to smooth things over and move our people towards acceptance of my powers."

Sipping from her drink once more, Amara murmurs, "It could be that the call will never come. Or it could come tomorrow. I simply don't know."