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Log; Ongoing

When; Tuesday, Evening
Rating; PG-13 because people can have nasty mouths
Characters; Remy leBeau

playsforkeeps and Anthony Rutherford

coffeenspeed
Summary; Remy convinced Anthony to take a trip with him to the Underground
Log; He liked the kid. He couldn't deny that fact. the kid had potential. That's not the say Remy wanted to turn the kid into a thief or anything. Far from it, but his ideas were brilliant, he was excellent with pyrotechnics and mechanics...okay, so back home, he would've snatched the kid up in a heartbeat. If he hadn't, his father would've. Damn, he was still thinking like the patriarch of the Thieves Guild. He shook his head and laughed to himself as he made his way to Anthony's apartment. It's just pool, leBeau, he chided himself and rang the bell.

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Okay, so Anthony wasn't entirely sure going to the Underground was such a good idea. Everybody told him not to head that way. But he knew Remy could take care of them and hell, Anthony wanted to play some pool. And Underground... There was a certain appeal about the place, much like with Fangtasia.
One trip couldn't hurt, right? And it's not like he was going alone...

He heard the doorbell and went to open it. When he saw Remy outside he smiled. "Hey, let me grab my jacket and we're good to go."

he nodded. "D'accord, mon ami. Ain' no rush. De tables still be dere, non?"

Anthony smiled. "You're asking me? I thought you're the one who frequents the place."

Okay, so that wasn't the best joke around, but hey, he was trying not to be nervous. He grabbed his jacket and looked at Remy. "Do I need anything? ID or something?"

Remy smiled, a weighted expression. "Non, homme. Where we goin', it's enough you wit me. Let's roll."

"Let's roll," he said with a smile. They were out to have fun, he figured. In the Underground. Playing pool. There's first time for everything and if one was to go against everybody's advice, Remy seemed like the right person to do it with.

They started to walk towards the entrance to the Underworld and Anthony glanced at the other man. "We don't have any Underground monsters planned, right?" Because he could be brave and all, but he did not want to meet with something that had tentacles, iron skin and horns...

Remy patted the pocket of his shirt where a box of playing cards could be seen. "Non, mon ami. De monsters an' I got a real nice agreement, non?"

Anthony laughed at that, remembering the video entry he saw on the Network. Of Remy fighting with the Underground monster.

"I suppose they learned to respect the fireworks?"

"Dey don' like fire, Ant'ony." He pulled a pack of smokes from his back pocket and lit one. "Good to keep in mind, if you fin' yo'self alone down dere."

"Well I"m not exactly planning on going there alone," he shrugged. "But I'll keep that in mind. He watched as Remy lit a cigarette. "Those will kill you," he joked. Cliches and all.

He chuckled. "Non, mon ami. Dat woman a' mine. She gonna kill me. Dese," He waggled the pack before slipping it away, "jus' get me by."

Anthony laughed at that. "At ;east you know what to expect from your relationship," he joked and shook his head.

"Now," Remy said, rounding a corner to the right once they'd gotten to the bottom of the ramp, "That jus' implies there's a femme out dere you don' know what t' expect from."

Anthony followed Remy and shrugged when he heard the other man. "You're implying there ever was a girl who I knew what to expect from. They're completely unpredictable for me. I never see it coming..."

He shrugged. "Women ain' dat hard t' figure out, mon ami. You jus' gotta listen, non?"

"I listen alright," Anthiny said. "But apparently I'm not hearing the right things. Thankfully I learn quickly."

Remy didn't jump as the shadows to their right moved suddenly. "Dat's de first step."

Anthony didn't jump either. Mostly because he didn't notice the shadows moving and nothing changed in Remy's bodylanguage to tip him off. He remained blissfully oblivious to any possible danger. "Yeah. I hope it's enough," he said with a small grin.

He shrugged. "De problem is, you can' nevah tell." He approached a small building but comfortable looking building. "Dis be de place. Shall we?"

Anthony snorted. "You're asking me? I'm the one who doesn't know better," he told him. "That is, if you ask certain people," he muttered.

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