15288/Summer Sun By The Pool

Summer Sun By The Pool
Date of Scene:	02 July 2023
Location:	Swimming Pool / Patio Deck
Synopsis:	Plans are made by the pool for an Atlantic City trip
Cast of Characters:	Kitty Pryde, Remy LeBeau

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Kitty Pryde has posed:
Sunday of July 4th weekend had Kitty lying out by the pool. She's on her stomach, wearing a black and white striped bikini with the top undone to avoid tan lines. She has a tablet in front of her that she's slowly thumbing through surfing something or other. She's clearly gotten some sun of late, her skin a golden brown tan.

Lockheed is lying nearby on the concrete. It's pretty warm, having soaked up the sun, and what is probably a little uncomfortable for someone barefoot seems to be nice and toasty for the little space dragon.

"I could see just doing a beach thing again," Kitty admits to Lockheed. "Last time was a lot of fun. And we did the camping and white water rafting for my 21st," she says. If Lockheed shares any opinion it's a non-verbal one, and Kitty keeps swiping through the tablet.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau has returned from his time away from the mansion, having cleared his name of the baseless (for once) charges against him. He slept in one of the guest rooms - he's going to keep his apartment in the city, but visit frequently. He likes having his independence and he's definitely not a schoolteacher. But with summer vacation in swing, the place is a little less teen-populated and he figures he can enjoy the luxuries of the fancy house. Notably the pool.

He comes down wearing a terrycloth robe and sandals, stepping into the area and seeing Kitty, the Cajun's face breaking out into a wide grin. "I won't try to startle you none, so's you don't end up givin' ol' Remy the flash. Not that I don't wanna see, but I ain't that much of a scoundrel. Okay, I be tellin' a lie, I am, but I'm tryin' t'be a good guy now, non?" he grins. He unlaces the belt on his robe and slides it onto a chair, revealing that he's wearing nothing but a fairly snug European style banana hammock, in purple.

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty looks up, giving a soft chuckle at Remy's portrayal of the reformed womanizer. "Heard you were back in town. Hope everything's going well for you? Where were you off to?" she asks, though the tone just makes it idle chit-chat rather than seeming to express a desire to delve into the matter.

She swipes again on the tablet, then taps something into the virtual keyboard. "My birthday is a couple of weeks ago. Trying to work out what I want to do for it this year," she comments to Remy.

As he moves back in the banana hammock, she can't help but grin a little bit, doesn't offer comment on the European fashion.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins, "Oh, you know me, petit, I hit the road, I stay in the low places, makin' friends and makin' more trouble for myself. Just the Gambit way. I ain't much for sightseein'. Ain't so often I'm even awake when the sun be shinin', which is why I figure it a good time for me to come out and work on my tan. Even better with a pretty girl for company roundabouts," he says, settling into a long lawn chair right by where Kitty's laid out.

"Ah, happy early birthday then. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, a big soiree of some sort would seem to be the natural thing. Maybe we all go out dancing?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty ponders that idea. "Dancing isn't a bad idea. Maybe go hit Betsy's club?" she thinks aloud in reply. "Maybe find something to do in the city before it, then everyone can go back to Warren's place to clean up and go out for the night," she muses more.

She taps on the tablet as if in response to the idea, maybe looking for events in the city going on then. "And yes, you totally scored points for the pretty girl comment," Kitty says, grinning without pulling her eyes away from the tablet.

Lockheed draws in a deep breath and then lets out something like a sigh. A little wisp of smoke drifts up from his nose before he closes his eyes and relaxes in the sun again. "So are you figuring to be around for awhile, now?" Kitty asks him.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy puts his hands under his head, laying back, his red eyes closed for the moment as he crosses his ankles, letting the hot summer sun hit him. He's got sunscreen on, at least, he may live dangerously in a lot of ways but he's not stupid.

"I ain't got nowhere else to be and I figure all my old friends need Gambit around now and then to keep things from getting boring. Plus, like you said, I get points for bein' a good guy."

"The pretty girl bit just straight observation, chere, ain't no secret you a good lookin' filet," he says.

He tilts his head and smiles to Lockheed, "Don't mean no disrespect to you neither, homme, how you doin', dragon?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
At the question, the little dragon reaching up to give Remy a fist dap in reply. Kitty just grins at the reaction.

She swipes across the tablet. "Hrm, too artsy," she says of whatever event she found on July 25th in the city.

Kitty glances over at Remy and asks, "So any chances of getting a poker game going now that you're back? I mean, one that you're not going to take all of our money in." She flashes a grin over to him at the latter comment, then looks back to the screen.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins, "Poker? Girl, now you be speakin' my language," he says. He pushes to sit up a bit, putting his elbows against his knees. "You tell me the time and place, I more'n happy to play, although might not warn folks I be comin'. Don't wanna scare 'em off. Except Logan, he won't get scared, he'll just threaten me wit' his big ol' fist knives again. Shameful," he says with a wry grin.

He returns the dap to the dragon, leaning up to try and peer. At the tablet, of course!

Kitty Pryde has posed:
"Maybe you could do another one of those games where you teach people to play?" Kitty suggests. "Give us tips and all. Never know when we're going to be all James Bond in a casino on a mission and we won't have Jean or another telepath to go hit the table when we need to win something from a bad guy," she says.

Hey, it happens.

Kitty looks over her shoulder to check her back, and then leans over to dig in her bag for some more tanning oil/sunscreen. "Heck, we could go all make a run down to Atlantic City together after you give us some tips, if you were up for it?" she suggests.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins, "Don't work so easy on me no ways, Remy think as quick as his fingers, non? Still, Jean's got a lotta mojo, I ain't gonna take no chances, you right 'bout dat now. An' yeah, we just gotta make sure we pick the right casinos, there a few down there Gambit not allowed to show his face in no more, the local gangsters get a little grouchy about it. I may have also picked one's wallet while I was in the elevator once. It was a challenge! He had four bodyguards wit' 'em, didn't know nothin' til I was long gone," he says with a laugh.

"Stupid surveillance cameras."

He raises an eyebrow, "You need any help with that lotion, cher?"

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde can't help but grin slightly at hearing Remy's been kicked out of casinos before. To be fair, she and Doug had discussed card counting before, but never really put it into action to have drawn such attention. They were also a bit younger then.

"Sure, thank you," she says, offering over the cocoa butter tanning oil to Remy and then pushing the tablet further up the reclining lounger so she can lie down and relax.

"Sounds like it would be a lot of fun now. We have a lot of the old gang that are old enough to drink and gamble now too," she says. "Maybe get a couple of rooms for the night, make a weekend of it. I mean, heck, we could do that for my birthday even."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy LeBeau uses the bottle to squirt a liberal amount of suntain oil on Kitty's back, her legs, her arms, then smiles.

"Pardon me, cher, I try not to squish you none," he says as he finishies up rubbing up and down her legs, getting them shining before he moves to straddle her body and start to work his strong hands into her back, mingling a little bit of massage in with the lotioning up.

"We need more fun 'round here, I say. We ssave the world now and again when it in danger and we keep the li'l ones safe, but we all grown-ups, we deserve the chance to let loose every now and then, non? Even if I think Cyclops head probably explode if it go too far," he laugh, "But that part of the fun, too."

Kitty Pryde has posed:
Kitty Pryde can't help but grin a little bit at the joke about Scott. "He likes to have fun too," she protests. "He's just... determined," Kitty says, pausing as she picks a suitable adjective for their fearless leader.

The young woman gives out a pleased sigh as the suntan oil is rubbed in. "An onsite masseur wouldn't be a bad thing," she comments in a dreamy voice. "Don't know the Professor is going to swing that in the budget though. Might have to lose a stealth plane or something to make it happen though."

She peeks open an eye to look over at the mansion and the beautiful school. "I mean, not like we can complain living here, can we?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Hey, you ever be needin' some help relaxin', you just get Gambit on the horn and I run from wherever I be to give you what you need," he says with a grin.

He does seem to have some skilll, knowing how to work muscles with surprising aplomb, squeezing the taut muscles in Kitty's shoulders, keeping his hands in appropriate areas but only by the barest measure. He only takes liberties when invited. Generally. With women, anyway.

"Is a real fancy house, true, although sometimes you worry about scuffin' it up. It good to have a place you can trash now and then."