[]This is supposed to happen after things have calmed down a bit, and everybody's gone back to their respective homes.[]
Remi twisted idly on the stool behind the counter of Skin Deep. There was like an hour left untill she could close up the shop, and call it a night, and she was looking forward to it. She'd had a few customers that night, but all in all, she'd spent most the night working on new designs, and idea's for thet ats she wanted to talk Theo into doing for her on her arms.
As it came closer to the time to actually close up, she started in on the sweeping, and mopping up the floor. Getting the register ready for the night deposit, and then finally locking the door, and slipping the deposit into the safe for Theo to deal with in the morning. It was as she slipped out the back of the store, and locked up, that her phone rang with "People are strange", the ring tone for those she didn't know. Blinking, she looked at the iphone a minute, then shrugged and answered, Holding it to her ear as she started towards the explorer. Hitting the lock and climbing in.
"Yeah, this is Remi..." Remi blinked at herself in the rearview mirror, as Milo greeted her, and told her to come meet him downtown. Nameing a bar that she tended to frequent anyway. Nodding her head, she rolled her eye's at herself as she started the car, remembering her couldn't hear her head rattle, and answered. "Sure. No problem. I'll be there in about 20 minutes."
With the confirmation that he'd be there around the same time, they both signed off. Interesting. The king she was starting to think was non existant, was now back, and takeing charge, wanting a meeting with her. She wondered if the others would be there as well, and settled in to Otep blairing out of her speakers.
As predicted, it was about 20 minutes later, that she found herself sliding onto a stool near a set of pool tables, with her drink in hand. She had been pleasently surprised to find that the bar had Guiness, and it was actually tolerable. Most yank pubs didn't know how to build one right. So when she found one that did? She would become a regular. So now came the game, of hurry up and wait. One leg pulled up, takeing a drink of her guiness, she watched the game in progress, and waited for Milo to make his appearance.
-Milo was on time. Well, in Milo-time he was on time which meant that Remi had been waiting about thirty minutes, but it was a bar so he figured she couldn't be too hard up about it. When he got there he nodded to the man behind the bar and took a seat beside her on one of the empty stools.-
"So Pinky right. This is your chance to tell me all about yourself. Give me the scoop, and let me decide if I'm going to claim you or eat you."
-The bartender looked at them suspiciously but New Orleans was a town where people learned to mind their own damn business. Milo ordered a Guiness and a shot of Jameson and then lit up a cigarette. He liked to simplify things. Some animals would coddle you or woo you or be understanding of your choices, but he wasn't that kind of animal. Even as a human he'd been a dirty rat and he had accepted his beast like a lover. They were one. A united force of cataclysmic mayhem and he ruled with a my way or the highway mentality.-
Remi hadn't exactly been happy about waiting, but she figured he'd be there in his own time. And the news had been turned on for some strange reason behind the bar, so she entertained herself watching it. When Milo came in, she gave him a nod and a smile, and a greeting that was more suitable for human consumption.
Rolling her eye's a bit at the nick name from Otis, rolling off Milo's tongue, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, and that musical, liting voice rolled free. "Aye....I suppose so, if that's what your wanting to call me. Though honestly would prefer Remi." What Remi was short for? Well only her family knew that, as Remi sure as fuck wasn't going to tell anyone. Takeing a drink of her beer, she shifted a bit so she could see him as they talked.
"s'not much to know really...I grew up outside of Dublin....came to the states when I was 19 or so. Ended up in Detroit for awhile. Have moved on here and there as it suited me. Sometimes back in Ireland. Sometimes other places in Europe. Sometimes here in the states." Fingers toyed with one long pink braid, and she shifted, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, as she glanced back at him. "To be honest....I'd rather you not eat me. I'm sure i'd just give you indigestion or something. Maybe heartburn or Sour Stomach." She gave a little grin.
And was quiet for a few minutes. Drink was lifted and another long swallow was taken before she came back with "...I"m just looking for some place to belong and fit in. Some place that can be home. Sure an irelands still home and always will be. But surprisingly there are precious few of us there...s'why I came back to the states. At least here i have a chance to find what i'm looking for."
Thinking again, she chewed at her bottom lip thinking. "I could help...with the younger rats. I may not be as strong as you and Otis, or even some of the others that might end up showing up in town. But I can hold my own...and somethin about them tugs at me. makes me wanna help and look after em...."
"Nah babe. If I decided to eat you, you'd love it. They always do."
-Thin lips curled in a sneer that was his version of a smile. The tip of his tongue was used to flick at the edge of a silver ring looping through his upper lip for a moment, feeling the sharp burn before taking the shot of Jameson in a gulp. He slid the shot glass across the bar for the bartender to set up another round.-
"Yeah. Well. I think we have some kids who could use some help. One in particular comes to mind and he's a sneaky little fuck."
-Milo had been rolling around a certain issue in his head for awhile. Yes, he was far more brawn than brain, more power than intellect, but that didn't mean he was a complete retard. He preferred the term idiot savante. In any event, as he contemplated the little ratfink playing possum in their midst he pulled a cigarette from his pack and stuck it between his lips. Lighting it with a flick of his Bic he took in a long drag and let the smoke push out through his nostrils.-
"So I'll give you a little job. You figure out the riddle, you win a prize. How'd that be?" - Not really waiting for a response he took a drink from the pint of Guinness and then leaned back in his stool.-
"Those brothers, they pretend they're Rodere, they tool around with us, but they don't actually trust us. I know they had their panties in a bunch when I took off to get my divorce but they had cell numbers. They didn't call cause they didn't wanna call. And they still don't. They're here but not here. Feel me? And the youngest one's a junkie in the worst way. I like to mix my shit but he's in straight up emotional binge mode. You don't get that way unless you have some serious shit going on inside."
-Milo took another drag from his cigarette, lime green eyes focusing on the game playing on the television for a moment.- "You figure out what their deal is before I do and you win the game." -A long time ago he had learned that letting people get stronger around you when you didn't trust them was never a good idea. It wasn't a mistake he planned to repeat.-
Remi couldn't help but snort out a laugh, managing to swallow the drink of Guinness she'd just taken as he said that, before she snorted it up her nose. She listened though as he started talking about giving her a little job to do. Talking about the brothers.
"Hmm...Been wondering about them me self...When i got into town, it was like pulling teeth with the two of them to get any information. Wasn't till I got to talk to Otis again, that anyone actually told me about you. At that point, didn't even know you existed."
Of course he'd been out of town at that point as well, so that probably hadn't helped. Following scent trails around for a few weeks hadn't been much fun. So when she'd gotten the text about meeting at the hookah? Well it had been a chance to see this elusive king, that she'd heard about, but never seen. How could she resist?
Nodding her head, she ran fingers through her braids, trying to get them away from her face, and out of her way as she contemplated what Milo was wanting her to do. "I've noticed that Alex seems to have some issues when it comes to drugs....be interesting to know if it's something that has always been a problem, even before they were infected, or if it happend after..." She'd heard of shifters before that had problems dealing with what they were. With the changes that their body started to go through, and with the duality of the beast they now shared residence with.
"Sounds like a plan boss man...I'll do what I can to find out what's going on." Did Remi accept that Milo was the king? Fuck yes. She wasn't stupid. She knew who the more powerful rat was. Was she interested in becomming more powerful herself? No..not really. She was happy where she was. High enough not to get kicked around by everyone. But not so high as to be a true threat to anyone really. Remi was the calm and relaxed one most the time. Not that she was lazy. When it came to those she ended up calling family? She'd fight till she didn't have anything left.
