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Fifty Five
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Remy winced
inwardly as Kurt rounded the corner, eyes flashing and teeth bared in what was
apparently a moment of silent rage. He
had a brief, fleeting moment of hope that the younger man had not seen him but
when Kurt’s expression shifted and became carefully placid, Remy vented a sigh.
he drawled, using the archaic formal greeting as he stretched his legs out to
rest his heels on the low stone wall running the length of the back patio
area. Kurt did not respond verbally but
seemed to waver a moment, then sat down on the ground, his back against the
wall as he faced Remy. “Qu’est-ce que c’est
“Women,”
Kurt began, then sighed. “Women.”
to rest against the cool stones behind him.
“The documentary crew is leaving in the morning,” he said in an obvious
change of topic. “
“Somehow,”
Remy replied laconically, “debriefin’ always sounds more fun than it really is.”
into the bushes, feeling a momentary pang of regret at having done so and
knowing he would have to go fish it out later, but he brushed the feeling aside
and focused on Kurt again. “They givin’ ‘em
much trouble?”
“Ah, there’s
yelling and accusations and I think Storm is about to make it snow in the den
but other than that…no trouble.” He
smiled weakly, then stiffened as something occurred to him, something that had
been niggling in the back of his mind for most of the day until that
point. “Do you think they have any of us
on tape? Kitty tried to erase some of
them but she couldn’t really do much since they were right there, watching…”
ramble. “I’m ready for this week to be over.”
Remy leaned
back in the wrought iron chair, staring at the deepening blue of the sky as day
crept towards night. “I’m a thief, you
know.”
“Ja,” Kurt
replied slowly, “I know that...” He raised a brow, fixing Remy with a pointed
look. “And I was an acrobat.”
“I said ‘am’
not ‘was’,” Remy pointed out. “I ain’t
done wit ‘em yet,” he murmured, wishing he could drink in front of Kurt.
required, that he not drink in front of the minors.
how old he was but he had the feeling that the request was more for his own
good than the good of his younger friends.
“How long them boys been in the meet up?”
“Uh…” Kurt
frowned, trying to think. “About an
hour.”
“Hmm.”
over his lips. He was due in
the next few days, but for now he could, he thought with a hint of amusement,
exercise his skills. “You got plans tonight?”
“Um, I’m
supposed to, er, help Kitty with something,” he admitted carefully, a tiny
spike of lust and need blossoming in his belly.
Kitty, him, alone, dark… he could not form a cohesive mental image of
what he wanted to happen but he knew how he wanted it to begin, in a darkened
room with fevered, needful kisses.
“We’re
gonna have us a little recon mission, mon ami,” Remy said cheerfully, springing
to his feet with the ease of much practice before vaulting over the stone wall
into the bushes. He rummaged noisily for
a moment, emerging with his cigarette butt between his fingers.
“Why Rogue?”
Kurt demanded, rising to his feet, silently cursing the holo that shimmered
oddly in the waning light. “She and Todd
are…” he cleared his throat, amending his statement mid-speech.
Todd have a date tonight.”
Remy tilted
his head to one side, smiling. “Even
with Todd’s stamina, ain’t no way they gonna go all night.”
talkin’ about me…” As quickly as his
good humor had blossomed, it faded and Remy’s eyes narrowed, red and black and
pits of something ineffable in the late spring evening.
“I…I don’t
want to talk about it,” he said hurriedly.
“I’m not…”
“I ain’t
mad at you,” he cut in. “I ain’t even
mad at her now.” He paused again, his
serious expression becoming one of mild confusion.
“Why?” Kurt
asked, raising both brows now. “You keeping
track?” He tucked his hands into his
pocket, aware that some people might mind when the love of their life was at a
strip club but he honestly could not muster a serious care about it.
if she found it to be anything at all.
At least that’s what he was going to tell himself, he decided.
“Quoi?”
split a rib!” He was laughing in earnest now, fishing for another cigarette as
Kurt gave him a bemused look. “They goin’
to see that La Baretitle="">
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club? Lordy, what cheesey dancers…”
Kurt
smirked. “Nein, not that one.
stopped immediately. “Jubilee’s idea.”
Venting a
curse under his breath, Remy replaced the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and
strode towards the back door. “Get
Scott. We’re going into town.”
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is actually a strip club in Houston, the only one that has male dancers,
allegedly. I really have no desire to
find out lol.