18206/High Rollers

High Rollers
Date of Scene:	06 June 2024
Location:	Gramercy Park Hotel
Synopsis:	Remy takes Amara for a night in his world, a high stakes poker game with a bit of pick pocketing included.
Cast of Characters:	Remy LeBeau, Amara Aquilla

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Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy promised Amara a night out in his world, and tonight is the night he delivers for at least a part of it. The mutant thief waits in the lobby of the Gramercy Park Hotel in the Jade Bar, sitting at the counter and enjoying what seems to be a martini with 3 olives, or at least 3 olives remain on the skewer.

The Cajun cleans up nicely. Gone is the t-shirt and jeans so most recently saw him in, replaced by a white tuxedo jacket and pants, black silk shirt, and white bowtie. The only hint of other color being the solitary purple rose nestled into his lapel.

Currently using the stick with the olives on it to lazily stir his drink, Remy looks around the bar, taking various mental notes as his eyes scan over the people that wander in or out.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara has been looking forward to this opportunity since Remy brought it up. She has the perfect outfit set aside and is excited for the chance to wear it. To say nothing of the chance to see what sort of worlds REmy himself moves through. It's a new experience all around and the young noblewoman is eager to begin!

She arrives at the Gramercy Park Hotel just as the clocks chime the hour, the young woman transformed by clothing and jewelry. A slim black strapless evening dress hugs her body, only barely belling out from the hips to fall nearly to the floor. The dress is edged in a shimmery gilded coloring that flickers and catches the light, drawing attention to the nearly hip-high slit along her left leg. Gold jewelry is dotted with black stones, dangling from ears, wrists, and throat. And her hair has been pulled into an elaborate updo with obsidian hair sticks holding it in place.

Approaching Remy, she quirks a small smile at him, taking in the tuxedo with a nod, "Well now. Aren't we the pair?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy watches from the bar when she arrives. At first, he doesn't recognize that it is Amara, likely more captivated by the outline of that dress and not raising his gaze enough to look at her face. When he does see that it is her, he lets out a breath as he shakes his head just a little and lifts his martini to his lips for a sip.

He watches as she strolls on her way over towards him, laughing lightly as other men stare and turn to follow her with their gaze, much to the chagrin of their dates. Some of whom whap their men on the shoulder, or worse. He rises from his seat when she gets close.

"Certainly, mon petite. Question is, a pair of what?" He winks his red irised eye at her, and motions to the stool next to him at the bar, "A drink to help settle the nerves, chere?"

He retakes his seat when she does, motioning the bartender over to take her order. "Ravissante, mon ami. Words don't do you justice."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara is well aware of the effect she can have on people when she makes the effort, but she's also a noble born woman of the Roman age. Her chin lifts just a hint, her posture all but perfec tas she staunchly ignores the stares and glares she receives, heading towards her own 'date'. The sight of his eyes lingering, however, brings a touch of that mischief back into her own smile.

"I look forward to finding out," there's laughter in her voice even as she winks at him before settling onto the stool motioned to. Her legs cross, the slit in that skirt inching it's way higher a breath at a time.

There's that glimmer of mischief once more as she murmurs, "I have no nerves to settle, but I will indulge in a drink if you have need to calm yourself." Turning slightly towards the bartender, she smiles politely, "An old fashioned, please."

Looking back to Remy, her smile curves up a little higher, "I could say the same for you, Remy. You look stunning in that tux."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"After seeing you? Remy is going to need at least a minute or two to regain his composure," he winks over flirtingly at Amara with a cheeky smile as he lifts his martini in a salute before taking a sip.

Chuckling, he looks from her to the room, just doing a parameter check before looking back to Amara. He dips his head a fraction in acknowledgement as he smiles with an uttered "Merci. Just something I threw together." He winks again.

"So, there is a high stakes private poker game going on upstairs. Thing is, it's invitation only and we don't have one." He subtly flick his chin in the direction of a younger gentlemen over at one of the tables witting with a woman having dinner. "He does."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir," Amara's response is quick and with a touch of cheek, adding, "though I'm certain you knew that already." Chuckling, she accepts her drink from the bartender with a smile of thanks, sipping from the glass.

She's enjoying her drink, pulling the cherries off the little plastic sword with her teeth before drawing them into her mouth to chew on. Following his glance around the room. She notes potential exits, possible threats, and potential distractions.

Looking back to Remy, her lips curve into a slow smile, "You don't say... why if you aren't just the creative one. I can't wait to see what else you come up with, off the cuff."

Then he's pointing out the target, and she looks over the man and his date before looking back to Remy with an upward tick of one corner of her mouth, "Am I to be the... oh, what's the word... honeypot? Distract the man and his lady friend while you acquire his invitation?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"That's one way we could go about it," Remy admits with a nod as he toys with the olives in his drink, tapping his own little plastic sword against the rim of the glass, "If you think you are up for it. There are other ways. The invitation is in the inside upper pocket of his jacket."

He sips from his glass as he looks from the target to Amara, "I can just wait till they leave and bump into him and lift it, or 'spill' something on him and pilfer it while I try to help him clean his jacket. Quite a few possibilities..." he tails off as he looks back and forth once more, "What would you like to do, chere? After all, this is your night out so it's ladies choice."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Now tactics is something she can indulge in. Smiling slowly, Amara glances towards the couple once more, then back to Remy, "Well... depending on how long we have before the game begins, we may wish to wait until closer to the starting time, or at least, closer to when they depart. Less chance of his discovering the lift before he arrives at the game's location." She lifts her glass, sipping on the whiskey.

"In that instance, perhaps I could 'stumble' into them, apologizing profusely, while you lift the invite?" Amara smiles at Remy, "If this is to be my night, then I certainly want to participate. And well, if his eyes happen to stray during that apology and he gets berated by the woman, all the better for us."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remi nods as he lifts his glass to his lips for another sip of his martini, "Thankfully the game in anonymous, meaning that the players don't know each other. Invitations are not personalized, so once we get it there isn't going to be any more scrutiny for us. If he realizes he lost his, and makes a stink, there won't be any real way for him to prove he had one in the first place."

The Cajun pops one of the olives into his mouth and chews and thinks about that scenario, playing the possible outcomes in his head. "That could work, you're certainly distracting.," Remy says glancing over her way and then back to the target, "Do I want to know how you plan on forcing his eyes to stray?" he smirks, "Not that you really need help."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Even so, if he is well connected enough, it could cause for a discreet but intense scrutiny. Such hosts tend to not want to have the potential of underconver police or sting operations happening at their highly exclusive games full of very bad people," Amara turns a slight smile towards him, sipping her drink. "The elite tend to not like the idea that their ranks have been infiltrated."

Her eyes sweep around the area before lingering on the target once more, a smile playing about her lips, "Mmm, just try not to become distracted yourself, hm? If you want a re-enactment later, I am certainly game to show you."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy nods slightly as he plucks another olive from the stick and pops it into his mouth to chew., "You're not wrong. These invitations are not easy to get, but the anonymity is one of the reasons why. I'll admit, I don't know who exactly sets these up. I haven't gotten that far down the rabbit hole, so when we get in don't let your guard down."

The Cajun gives her a look with a raised brow, "I make no promises," he says with a laugh. "But I do my best to stay professional." Raising the martini glass, he offers it over to her for a clink, "Here's to lady's night. Make the call."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara gives a small nod, tongue curling around the last cherry on the sword, pulling it into her mouth as he talks. Smiling as she offers, "I never do. That said, if you want to find out who is behind this running game, I can always try to spread some money around and see where it gets us."

"Nor do I... hence the warning," Amara winks at him and smiles before lifting her glass to toast with his, "To ladies night." She goes for another swallow, glancing back to the couple before looking back to Remy. "As soon as the check arrives, we should set up to 'bump' into them on their way out."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy chuckles with a nod as he drains the last of his martini, setting the glass down onto the counter and plucking the last olive into his mouth. "That's part of the fun...not knowing," admits Remy with a grin. "For all I know this could be anyone. Besides, it's not like I am taking their money. The buy ins are already done. I'm just taking the money from the people at the table."

he glances back to her and smirks letting out a slow breath, "Dieu me donne la force..." His eyes rest on her for a moment, before he looks back to the mark and her date. "Should be soon. They've been here a while. She had the duck, he had a steak. Couple drinks each. Her red wine, he about three vodka tonics. I think he is nervous." He shrugs, "I missed if they ordered a dessert. You walked in."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Well then. We can leave it a mystery and just enjoy the game," Amara winks and smiles at him, lips tugging up at the corners. She finishes off the last of her drinka nd pulls a thin fold of bills from the decolletage of her dress, sliding it onto the bar to cover the drinks. "I am certain we could avoid any undue attention turned our way, too. If it happened."

His words has her laughing softly. Leaning forward, she props her chin on the backs of her fingers and smiles slowly at him, "Oh? Am I getting beneath your skin, Remy?" She watches him even as he watches her, her gaze styaing put when he mentions that the couple should be ready to go soon. "When you see the waiter approaching with the check, that's when we'll get into position." The commentary on his nervousness has her chuckling, "First date, perhaps? He's trying to impress her? Or perhaps it's his first time in a high stakes game..."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy looks about to protest as she pays for the drinks, but the money is already on the table and it would draw attention to the pair if he were to argue about it, though he does lower his gaze at her with slightly furrowed brow.

He snorts lightly, watching her lean, he keeps his eyes on her face and smiles, "What's that they say? Pleading the fifth? As mentioned, I am only human." He playfully picks up the little plastic sword from his drink and flicks it, aiming right for the cleavage he is most definitely not looking at as his eyes are glued to her face.

The waiter approaching the mark's table pulls his attention. "Looks like it's go time." He rises slowly, offering his hand to Amara to help her up. "I'll go get into position." Remy moves deftly though the restaurant, looking like he is on his way towards the bathroom which conveniently takes him close to their table.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Tsking softly, Amara smiles at him with a softly murmured, "You are showing me a whole new world.. the least you can let me do is pay for a pair of drinks. I guarantee that you can pay for whaever else we get into." She winks at him.

She chuckles at his response, the chuckle turning to a full laugh when the little plastic sword finding its mark. Amara plucks the little sword from her cleavage, lifting it up to needlessly use as a toothpick before tucking it into the corner of her mouth with a wide smile. "What's the matter, Remy.. afraid to incriminate yourself with the answer?"

Taking the offered hand, she rises up as well and gives a small nod, smiling as she murmurs, "As will I." Amara moves across the rom as if to go wait for her date in the lobby of the hotel, placing herself near the doorway they'll need to head towards to exit the building. Keeping peripheral vision on the couple so she can start to cross at the appropriate time.

As soon as they start towards the exit, Amara is on the move, wandering into their path as she continues to look around as if seeking where date has gone. Colliding with the young man, Amara immediately stumbles, forcing him to try and stabilize her while she exclaims, "Oh my! I am so terribly sorry! Are you alright? I did not see you there!" At her height, all she really has to doo is press in close against the man's arm to draw his eyes down to the plumped up cleavage while his date gets increasingly irate. Amara smiles flirtatiously at the man and murmurs, "Thank you so much, I fear I would have twisted an ankle were you not able to halt my fall. I do hope I haven't inconvenienced you at all."

Remy is given a perfect window of opportunity while the man's date attempts to pry Amara off the man's arm while coldly stating that there's no trouble and that they really need to go, and the young man stammers to apologize for his date's behavior.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
He doesn't answer the question asked as things are set into motion.

When she makes her move, Remy moves into action as he casually strolls up and slips his hand deftly into the other man's jacket, removes the folded envelope, and promptly slips it into his own pocket. He continues by, not even acknowledging Amara to make it less obvious they are together, even if they were just at the bar together, and slips out the door to wait in the lobby, over by the elevator.

The mark's date continues to try and pull Amara off, "Get your own man," the woman grumbles under her breath as she looks to Amara with a scowl, "This one is taken for!" The mark stammers a bit more, and tries to placate the situation by saying, "She fell, hon. What was I supposed to do, let her just fall to the floor?" He looks to Amara, sheepishly red in the face, and then back to his date. "Come on...It's ok. It was just an accident. I'm not even attracted to her, she isn't my type," he lies as he can't seem to tear his eyes away until his date literally grabs him by the face to turn his head away. "I...I just want to go home," she exclaims, "I don't give a shit about your game! Take me home! Now!"

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara waits for Remy to pass by and exit the room before she finally disengages from the young man, giving them both an apologetic smile, "I am so sorry. I did not notice you, miss. My deepest apologies. I do hope you both have a wonderful night." She offers a quick smile towards the man, "Thank you again. I will get out of your way."

Removing the young woman's hands from her arms, she flashes a last smile and moves across the room to exit the bar, her eyes sweeping around to locate Remy without ever stopping, merely shifting her path to bring her up alongside him.

Adjusting her gown and hair lightly, Amara can't help but smile while she murmurs, "Did you enjoy the show?" It wasn't QUITE a wardrobe malfunction, but it certainly came close! Strapless gowns, they aren't for the faint of heart! Once she's all settled, Amara flicks a glance up at Remy with a half-smile on her lips, "This game.. am I expected to be the arm candy? Good luck charm?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy can't help but snort just a little as he looks over to Amara. "Me and half the bar. Men and women alike. I think I saw a couple ladies trying to write down their number. The men were to busy staring."

He grins, hitting the button for the elevator with his elbow as he turns his head to keep an eye on the lobby to make sure nothing seems amiss.

"Little of column a, little of column b. Don't worry, I'll make quick work of things one hopes. Just stay long enough to play a few hands, so you won't be to bored for to long," he says as the elevator doors open and he holds the door for her, clocking it from closing with his body weight. "If you do, just let me know and I cash out, no?"

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Chuckling softly, Amara winks at him, "Too bad for them that I have a date for tonight. At least they will have something to tell their friends later." Running a nail lightly along theedge of her lower lip to ensure her lipstick hasn't smeared in the process.

Stepping into the elevator after him, Amara smiles up at him and shakes her head, "I enjoy watching card games. I have been trying to learn how to play some of them by watching others. Poker seems to be one of the most.. nuanced. There are many different versions, and it seems to involve as much deception as skill with the cards or luck." Lifting one brow, she murmurs, "Shall I sit on your lap then? Occasionally fetch you a drink? Generally dote upon you?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
He returns the chuckle and nods, "A good story I am sure, properly embellished to make it seem they benefitted from the encounter." He grins, casting a look over her way as she fixes her lipstick.

"I can always teach you, you know. Maybe have a poker night at the school," he suggest with a shrug. "I doubt anyone there would actually want to play with me, but I can at least get people around a table and teach the games." He reaches up an scratches at a bit of stubble on his cheek, the rakish 5 o'clock shadow highlighting his jaw.

He looks over, "Maybe fetch a drink? I doubt they would let you sit in my lap, as nice a prospect as that would be, since you could be slipping me cards. You might just have to make small talk with the other ladies."

The door opens to the penthouse floor, and Remy offers his arm to his date before strolling towards the door, invitation in hand.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Of course. Any story worth its telling is likely to be embellished in some form. All the best ones are, and they are all the better for it. If I want factual, I will read a scientific journal or treatise. I listen to stories for the fun," Amara winks at Remy, a smile teasing around her lips.

One brow lifts up as she considers his offer, then gives a nod, "I would like that. Learning the game seems like it would be better than simply watching." A brief pause, that impish smile reappearing, "I would play with you. Dealer's choice."

Tsking softly, she sighs, "That sounds significantly less fun. Most of the 'dates' that seem to accompany these men are not what I would call 'deep conversationalists'. Do you think I could watch the game if I keep my hands visible at all times?"

After he scratches at the stubble, Amara reaches up to brush a fingertip across the spot gently, just a warm, soothing touch to help with the itch of growing facial hair. Then the elevator doors are opening and Amara tucks her hand into the crook of his arm, smiling up at him and following him out of the elevator and towards the door.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Stirp poker it is then," Remy jokes with a wink as he stifles a laugh before the doors open.

He leads her to the door, flashing the invitation to the peephole and in short order the two are let into the room, where a poker game is already in progress. Six chairs around the table, one of them currently unoccupied. From the sound of it, the game has been going to a while and there are stacks of chips piled in front of each player, some with more than others. There are a few other women around, mostly on the outskirts unless one of them is bringing a drink. They stick by their respective player, sometimes draped over a shoulder, but generally as Amara mentioned they are the be seen and not heard types, and when they are heard it isn't exactly a bunch of rocket science. Remy gives her an apologetic look and mutters quietly, "Just a round or two, then we can go do something else..."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"You get to explain that more when we leave, it sounds both scandalous and interesting," Amara mumrurs back to him with wink and smile as she's lead towards the game.

They arrive and she glances around, about what she had expected. The game is interesting but for the players only. The women are off to the side and sadly, none of them seem super interesting. All looking almost like carbon copies of one another with differing hair styles and colors. Amara glances to Remy and offers softly, "We can stay longer if you wish.. but you will owe me." There's a briefly wicked smile before she lifts up to brush a 'good luck' kiss to his cheek. "I'll fix you a drink. Go win a pile of money."

She does indeed fix him a drink, getting him a whiskey sour and bringing the glass over to him. Hanging on him briefly and acting the doting arm candy before murmuring a sultry 'good luck' and withdrawing slowly before heading back towards the other women. Keepin an eye on the game to see what she can glean of it from halfway across the room.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy looks to her and laughs, "You have never heard of strip poker? Ah, chere, I'll tell you all about it later."

Remy looks round to the people at the table and gives a nod to each. He looks to Amara and returns in a whisper as he starts to stack the chips in front of him, "Yeah? What's the going rate so I know how much debt I might occur?" He winks up to the Nova Roman and then focus on the game for a bit. In short order he is up...a lot. Remy handles the cards with the skill of an expert magician, with a dizzying array of various shuffles and cuts expertly performed. Enough that some of the others at the table are starting to give him 'the look'.

He takes the whiskey sour from her, taking a sip and giving her a wink and a grin, either oblivious to how the other players are looking at him, or simply not caring."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
As she brings him the drink, Amara leans in to murmur, "Oh, I'm certain we can agree on a currency and rate, if and when you're interested..." Winking at him, Amara turns a smile towards the other men at the table before stroking her fingertips along his jaw like a good companion, then withdrawing to let him continue racking up the chips. She sways her way back to the gaggle of women.

When she sees him start to get stinkeye from the other players, Amara glances at Remy, then chuckles at his wink and grin and insouciant attitude. She'll continue to hang back, keeping a weather eye on the level of the drink he's got to see when she'll have an excuse to bring him a fresh one and get another closer look at the game.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
A few more hands, and Remy has removed two of the players from the table. They look like they want to raise a stink, but whatever willpower they have prevents them from actually doing so. By the time the Cajun needs a new drink, the pile in front of him has grown to a point Remy seems almost careless with his bets...like the money doesn't matter and it's just for fun. Bu the time he knocks out the third player, the other two just stare daggers at the card shark.

He lifts his glass and empties it, holding it aloft like he expects it to be refreshed. When Amara is close he whispers up into her ear, "We should probably leave. Guy on the right is packing and I think he is getting a bit itchy."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Amara watches Remy knock out the first two players, noting their reactions and making certain she's ready in case someone wants to raise a fuss. She sips on a tonic water disguised as a gin and tonic, keeping a close eye on the others as the game progresses. When the glass is held up to signal a fresh one, she makes another old fashioned and brings it up to him, swapping out the glasses and tittering a small laugh to disguise the whispered words.

Splaying a hand across his chest, she puts her lips to his ear and murmurs, "Agreed. I'll put up a small fuss about being bored and you can reluctantly give in, cash out. We can go find some other fun." Amara leans back a bit and gives him a pout, "But babe, I'm getting bored standing around... you've won plenty, can't we go now?" There's a touch of plaintive in her tone, and a plump to her lower lip as she looks at him.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy looks to Amra and furrows his brow, looking like he is about to protest, "But..." he looks at the pile of chips in front of him, then the men at the table, then back to her. He lets out a long and dramatic sigh, "FIIINE," he says as he tosses down the cards in his hand, forfeiting the pot on the table. He motions to the Croupier to cash him out. The two others at the table smirk and start muttering things under their breath about Remy being p-whipped and that he should be the one making the choices.

Soon enough, there are piles of cash in front of Remy, stacks of which he starts to shove into his various pockets before he turns to go.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
When he acquiesces, her face lights up briefly in delight, before a sultry look comes over her and her hand strokes across his chest as she purrs out, "You're the best, love. I promise I'll make it worth your while..." Amara plays the part well, clinging to him as he's cashed out and helping him to tuck all those stacks away. Winking at the remaining players, she twiddles her fingers at them and takes Remy's arm, "Ta-ta, gentlemen! Good luck with the rest of the game!"

Amara maintains the facade until they're safely tucked away in the elevator before letting out a big whoosh of a breath and laughing delightedly, "Okay, so being stuck in the corner with Brandi, Mandi, and Candi was terrible, but the end there made it all worthwhile!" She grins up at Remy, "So! How do we spend the ill-gotten gains?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:

     "Brandi, Mandi, and Candi? You serious, chere?" Remy laughs and shakes his head amused as they ride down the elevator. This part of the night being over, Remy reaches up and undoes the bowtie and first two buttons of his shirt to relax just a little bit. "However you want. I suggest jewelry? Maybe a nice dinner out? We could go see a show? As I said, ladies night. The evening is yours, at this point I'm just along for the ride."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"Oh, I'm entirely serious. They were every bit as ridiculous as I feared," Amara gives a laugh and lifts a shrug at him. She slows to chuckling, then smiles at him. "Jewelry, hm? Perhaps some clothes? An intimate dinner? No shows. I want to spend the time with you, not with actors on a stage. Something we can *do*." Letting out a small breath, Amara thinks it over, then grins, "I want to go to a club. Dancing. GOod music. Good food. Good company. Do you know somewhere?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Chere, this is New York. I think the only better place to do that would be New Orleans." Remy says as he offers his arm over to Amara with a grin as they head for the door of the hotel. "I'm sure we can find a place to go do that. In fact, I think I know of a good one not to far away if I remember correctly. Every hear of Lux?"

Remy leads Amara out the door and starts to walk the darkened streets of Manhatten with her in tow.

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Taking his arm, Amara flashes a grin of her own up at him, "I have not. But I suggest that I be allowed to change before we hit up a club. Floor-length is perfect for standing or sitting around, but terrible for dancing." She winks at him and heads out the door to enjoy this night of freedom and experience!

She has a car waiting nearby (since she can't drive), offering to have the driver ferry them about from place to place in lieu of her having to walk around Manhattan in spike heels.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Remy arches a brow when she says she is going to change, questioning how exactly that is going to happen until they reach the car. "Oh. You have enough room in there to change? Seems a little cramped, chere?" Remy says with a grin, and then teases "Want me to wait out here, or do you need any help?"

Regardless of the answer, the Cajun just leans his back against the body of the car and folds his arms over his chest. "Take your time, I ain't going anywhere."

Amara Aquilla has posed:
Laughing, Amara winks at him, "It would be quicker if you just got in the car and politely averted your gaze while I change, but I leave that up to you." Then she's slipping inside to wriggle out of one dress and into another! It takes little time at all, really, and she pulls the pins from her hair to let it down before sliding over to roll the window down and grin at him.

"Ready to go? I would hate to keep you waiting.." chuckling, Amara slides back across to give him room to join her. From one strapless dress to another, this one is bright red and hugs her body like a second skin, a single shiny gold stripe running down the left side to help match it to the gold spike heels she wears. It rides up high on the thigh and is definitely more expensive than it seems. Gone is the chunky gold jewelry with black stones, replaced by a thin gold chain with a gemstome carved into the shape of a flame.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Tempting, chere, but I'd just look in the reflection," the Cajun admits cheekily with a grin. "Best I stay out where I can make sure other unreputable types aren't tryin' to sneak a peek."

So wait outside the car he does until she slides the window down and asks him if he is ready. He nods and slips into the car, "Any preferences as far as music, or are we just finding the first place that has neon lights and a good, solid beat?"

Amara Aquilla has posed:
"You mentioned something about a place called Lux? Somewhere that has good drinks, good food, and a good dance floor where we can spend some of that cash you made," Amara winks at him and laughs softly, leaning back into the seat. Watching him with a smile, looking over the tux that's been transformed by the removal of the bowtie and the unbuttoning of two buttons.

"Awwwwwwww, you didn't peek? I'm flattered you think so highly of me."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
"Didn't say I wasn't tempted, chere. Remy just had an over-abundance of self control," the Cajun looks over and grins. "That, and the windows are tinted. I couldn't see inside," he teases with a wink.

"Right. I did say that, didn't I." He raps on the divider to let the drive know where they are going, then sits back to enjoy the ride."