Birthday on the high seas

[tactilelearner]

Who: Spades and friends
Where: The Sun and other associated Spade ships
When: September 27th
What: Rogue is turning 18. Keimi organized a birthday party to her.
Warnings: Alcohol use, language, will be updated as necessary
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew and invitees and friends

Birthday party -- Spade and Strawhat style. There will be headings for specific areas! Comment under the headings, make your own, do whatever. Tag around, threadjack, etc to your heart's content.

Comments

[freeadvice]

So what 're ya gon' do about it?

[He seems a little more focused in now. Aware of the conversation in a way he hadn't been before.]

[tactilelearner]

Try t' find out if it's him.

[She shrugs again, holding out her hand for the bottle. She needs a drink just thinking about it.]

If it is? Find 'im.

[freeadvice]

[Remy gladly hands it over, wanting her more drunk and less serious just so he could steer the conversation away from this shit.]

An' somehow I don' see dis endin' in you jus' chattin'...

[tactilelearner]

Stopped 'im once.

[And she takes a drink.

Before giving him a bit of a glare, and her voice might take on just a bit of a bite.]

No thanks t' you.

[freeadvice]

[Remy offers a meeker smile, and doesn't reach for the bottle. Yeah, he figured he'd be getting an earful for that at some point with Rogue.

Instead of telling her the truth or - god forbid - try to apologize Remy shrugs and says the dumbest thing in the world:]

Y'all handled it jus' fine.

[tactilelearner]

Course we did.

[Now, there's the bite.

And it's accompanied by another good drink from the bottle.]

'S what we do. Handle things.

[freeadvice]

Yeah... [He just sighs, he's getting sober already - this conversation is very unfriendly to inebriation.]

Yeah, y'do.

[There's another patch of silence - made less awkward by the waves but not by much.]

So, hows it feel: savin' de world?

[tactilelearner]

Only thing I saved it from was somethin' I helped let out.

[So. Not that great, actually.]

Dunno. After all that?

'M glad t' be here.

[freeadvice]

Yeah, cause dat was yo' fault.

[He's being incredibly sarcastic.]

Well, y' still got someone t'watch over ya, any rate.

Lots of someones in fact.

[tactilelearner]

[That actually makes her smile just a little.]

I do.

Guess that means I'm gonna be alright.

[She hasn't forgotten a moment of that conversation. Of that day.]

[freeadvice]

Guess so.

[Remy smiles before casually reaching over her lap to pluck the bottle out of her hand. If she'll let go that is.]

[tactilelearner]

[She's not supposed to know what he's been up to. Far as he knows, they haven't really spoken. So...]

What kinda trouble you been gettin' up to here, huh?

[freeadvice]

[Remy shrugs his shoulders lamely. He's been adjusting - so far hasn't managed to convince his pseudo-captain to let him collect some profits when they make it to port but...]

M'workin' on it.

[tactilelearner]

'M sure you are.

[She actually smiles as she says it.]

[freeadvice]

Got a scary reputation to build up from scratch here, chere! Not as easy as it sounds.

[His grin is stupid enough to make said 'scary reputation' sound like a load of shit.

He likes to make it difficult for people (specifically Rogue's friends) to remember he was hired to give them near-death experiences.]

[tactilelearner]

Somehow, I imagine you'll do jus' fine.

[All he needs to do is attempt to blow someone up. That will send the message quite clearly.

It did before.]

[freeadvice]

Good t'know I got someone who believes in me.

[It's said with the tone of a joke but if one just looked at him as he said it....well, it'd be hard to tell if he were serious or not.]

[tactilelearner]

You're plenty good at makin' trouble. Should have a name for yourself for doin' it 'fore long.

[And, as lightly as it's said, there's something just a little more serious in her eyes.

That yes. She does actually believe in him doing anything he decides he wants to.]

[freeadvice]

[Remy smiles, looking up and the other direction like the stars are suddenly really interesting - it's a private smile he doesn't want to share it right now.

When he turns back Remy nods at the bottle in her hand. He doesn't want the tipsiness to leave.]

Pass the bottle?

[He wants to work on getting drunk again.]

Don' really stay drunk too long.

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue takes a drink from the bottle again before handing it over.]

'Cause of your powers, right?

Burns it off or somethin' like.

[freeadvice]

[Remy takes a nice long swig from the bottle that makes his voice burn a little when he speaks.]

Got it in one.

[It feels so nice he does it again.]

Fast metabolism or somethin'.

[Yeah even he isn't really sure what exactly is going on with his powers either. He's not a scientist so it's all pretty much speculation out of familiarity.

Big words.]

[tactilelearner]

Any kinda healing factor?

[She can't help but be just a little curious.]

Jus' 'cause... y'know... speeds everythin' up.

'D make sense if there was one.

[...No. No, she hasn't thought about how Gambit's powers work. Never.]

[freeadvice]

Haven't noticed one?

[A broken collarbone still takes a long fucking time to heal up. Cuts and bruises stick around plenty.

He's never actually thought about wondering about that.]

Dat would be pretty cool, tho'.

[Nerd.]

[tactilelearner]

Just kinda wondered.

[Her thin shoulders shrugged.]

[freeadvice]

Naw, really?

[The Twenty-Questions completely thew him off.

Also sarcasm. Gentle sarcasm.

Remy shakes the bottle back at her as an offer.]

Didja like 'em?

[He wants to know, because his ego clearly needs that boost.]