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]

[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.]

[tactilelearner]

[Didja like 'em?

She'd never had powers for so short a time as his. They'd burned through her like, it seemed, alcohol burned through him. A quick touch, a jolt to her system. No fight to focus her, no need for those powers at her finger tips, no intention behind the touch. Brief and accidental and startling.

But for a moment...

She'd never felt so alive.

Her heart pounding, her muscles twitching, her senses trying to take in everything, her mind formulating a hundred exit strategies at once while planning a thousand ways to get what she needed. And a rush of memories. The ones that had really stuck had cut deep, distracted her from everything else.

That she'd been a tool to him.

She was there because she was a quick, efficient means.

She'd let herself focus in on that. She hadn't kept his powers, hadn't even had the mind to try. She'd turned her attention on him. Though, he'd woken up faster than others had before. Maybe from the light touch, maybe from his powers waking him. She didn't care then; she didn't really care now.

"Didja like 'em?"]

Ain' like anythin' I've felt b'fore.

[freeadvice]

[Remy smiles, possibly proud that she did - in fact - like them. It's like being told that you're getting a present for being good at something.]

Y'can have a free sample whenever you want, chere.

[It's like he knows what he's saying is dumb but he does it anyways.]