A peaceful meal (open)

[Remy LeBeau]

Taking time to kick back and really relax was a God send when you're an X-man. Or lived the kind of life Remy LeBeau has been living. It had been a little over a month since he had taken “time off” of the X-men after his argument with Scott Summers.

So far, so good. No other appearance of Death had emerged during his time away and the few odd thieving jobs he had taken. While he sat there at an outside restaurant in Chicago, Illinois, he was thinking about how Rogue was doing after everything.

It was bad enough that he upped and left again without getting to tell her. Now he was really hoping she wasn't mad at him again for it. How many times was he going to do this to her? Except he had a reason to leave before anyone got hurt because of him.

Sipping the cup of coffee he had ordered with his meal, the Cajun let out a deep sigh after setting it back down. The weather was holding up nicely for it to be a sunny day. Now he was hoping not to be bothered by anyone as he finished his meal in peace.

[beck]

Roaming, that's all she was doing was roaming. Beck sighed as she grabbed her bag and got off the bus, somewhere in Illinois. What did the sign say? Brown eyes scanned the area looking for any kind of, something, to tell her where she was. That was right she fell asleep several cities back, it was a sign for somewhere else. With a sigh she shouldered her bag and started to walk. Business had been slow and she'd really been trying not to get back into thieving. If she did, she probably wouldn't stop, kind of like an addiction. So, she sold her car, got a bus ticket, and ended up.... here.

She rolled her neck and looked around, she was starving as all hell. She reached into her cleavage, not trusting any pickpockets, and counted her money. Enough for a cheap meal, if she was lucky. Lovely, she was going to have to pull a job, this was not a good week. Hair in a messy ponytail and falling in her eyes, the girl walked into the first place she saw that looked like she could afford. She slipped into the doors intent on finding a booth and hiding, just for a little bit.

Well, that was her intent until she came face to chest with some dude. At 5'4 she came face to chest with a lot of dudes. "Hey, Cutie." The girl blew her hair out of her face and tipped her head back. Damn he was tall. "Sup, dude?" Beck nodded and tried to slide around him. The blocked her again. Her head dropped and she let out a slow sigh. "How about you join me and my buddies?" Her head turned to look around him at a table with three other big guys. Oh hell no! "Got a headache, not in the mood, not my type, I like to eat alone, pick one and we'll call it good." She made to move around him again. This time he stepped in front of her and grabbed her arm. "I said..." His eyes bugged and he stopped in mid sentence. "I believe the quote is, 'With a flick of my wrist I can change your religion'." Her free hand grabbed one of her black daggers and her pointy object was now prodding his pointy object.

[Remy LeBeau]

Remy had just finished his meal and was about to pay and leave. Except he took notice of the small commotion happening inside. Slipping money into the check book, he decided to step in before something really happened. The police weren't something he wanted to be bothered with right now.

“Ah! Dere you are, petite,” he said as he came walking up to Beck. A casual smile toying on his face in a friendly manner. “I've been wonderin' when you were goin' t' show up. Otherwise I would have thought you t' be lost.”

This was bound to make her wonder what the hell he was talking about. Hopefully she would play along with it. His red on black eyes noticed the dagger in a not-so-pleasant area. With a quick movement of his hand, the Cajun managed to take the dagger away from her without much of a struggle while catching her off guard, tucking it on the inside pocket of his trench coat.

“No need for such violence,” he said while tsking her. “How about I treat you t' a nicer place den dis?”

As if on cue, one of the men decided to step in and shove him out of the way. “Hey! How dare you step in on our score, man?” The Cajun arched a brow at him while he glanced at the leader who had just about witnessed a sex change free of charge. Didn't they just not bother stepping in for their friend just a minute ago?

Shaking his head, he put up his hands in defense, saying, “Non, homme, don't want t' get into anythin' but dis 'ere is my distant cousin an' would like it if you'd leave her alone.” He glanced over at Beck as if trying to silently tell her to play along until they were away from these jokers. Then he would end up making it up to her on playing along and telling her who he is before going on his way.

[beck]

The tiny girl was pretty much having a stare down with the dude when she heard a really interesting accent. Her head turned, now thankfully she was a smart girl, for two reasons. One, she knew when someone was trying to help and two, she was smart enough not to call him baby. "Hey, hon. Nah, not lost just waylaid. Sorry about that but this gentleman is under the impression that I'm impressed his small neck and big muscles."

Alright so she was thankful for the rescue but not so much the theft of her dagger. Her eyes switched to 3D mode as she tried to find the easiest and most effect route out of here, what with people coming in and all. She slid the man with intriguing accent and odd eyes a look. "You could have just told me to put it away, you know I alwa... almost always do what you tell me to." She didn't like not having her dagger. Sure she had another one but they are a set and sentimental. She shrugged at him like it was his call, figured he'd ditch her when they were out of site, but not before she got her dagger back. "Works for me."

Her brow went up the exact same time the Cajun's did and almost gave them an identical expression. "Your what? Oh... Oh..." She was seriously starting to get ticked off. Her long hair was getting pulled up into a ponytail and her bag hit the floor. Next her jacket came off and fell on top of her bag. Their score... Their... Oh that just ticked her off since she'd already declined. Who or what the hell did they think she was?

Gold eyes darkened to a tarnish bronze as her anger started to simmer. "Let's go, Cos. If we don't.... I don't want to cause you any trouble since you're being so good to me right now." She needed to get out of there before she killed the butt heads. At her hip was her second dagger and on the other hip was the holster for the one Remy took. She made to grab her jacket and her bag when the first guy grabbed her wrist. This time she didn't hesitate. She twisted underneath his arm and flipped him into a nearby table. Then she looked at Remy. "That wasn't my fault."

[Remy LeBeau]

The Cajun was just about to step in before he took notice of her movement to flip the man over whom grabbed her wrist. Having an amused expression on his face, he knew it wasn't her fault then and there. Glancing at the rest of the men, he said, “Now see I was tryin' t' save you from getting' beat by a fille.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips as guys really hated to be beat by a woman. If they were the typical ones then they will refuse to admit seeing what she did to their main man. The Cajun bent down to retrieve the young woman's bag and jacket for her.

“It's best if we leave before dere is a bigger scene,” he said in a mere whisper to her. His red-on-black eyes glanced over his shoulder to see that the other men were helping up their fallen comrade. “Next time you better make sure t' treat a lady with some respect den maybe you could 'ave gotten a phone number out of de deal,” he said to the men.

They just cursed and glared at him and the woman they had been trying to pick up. Remy casually placed an arm around Beck's shoulder and made his way out of the restaurant. “Like I said I can take you t' a better place t' eat if you'd like,” he said with a smile, handing her things over to her. Including the dagger he had pocketed after they left the entrance doors and stood on the side walk.

“An' if you're lookin' for a name,” he added after taking a step away from her after they were out of sight from the men. “De name is Remy LeBeau. May I ask who you are, petite?”

[beck]

Arms folded over her chest she was glaring at the guys now. Oh she was getting annoyed. At the stranger's comment she couldn't help but smirk since it was true. She was barely 5'4 and didn't weigh very much. She looked up and nodded when he picked up her stuff. "Thanks." She gave another barely noticeable nod at his comment about leaving and turned on her heel. Why did guys have to be like that? Think that just because they were bigger that women wanted him. "His penis is probably as non-existent as his neck." The words were muttered under her breath as she made her way to the door.

As soon as they were out the door she looked at him. "They never would have gotten my number. Not when they looked like gorillas in human suits." She shuddered at the thought. She took her stuff from him and slung her jacket on. "If you got somewhere to go, or someone to get to, you don't have to come with. Company is appreciated but not required. Thanks again, for helping and for my stuff." Beck took the dagger back and slid it into it's holder.

"Hello, Remy. You can call me Beck." She waited since her name got mixed reactions. Often they stand there and look at her as if they are waiting for her to add something more. There wasn't anything more to add since that was the only name she knew.

[Remy LeBeau]

Ok now Remy had to admit what she said about the man she had flipped over was hilarious. It did cause him to laugh out loud. “Well de don't know what t' do with a pretty woman, so of course de wouldn't have gotten your number no matter what de look like,” he stated with a smirk. His charm and charisma was a lot higher than most people would expect from one man.

Pretty much a given reason on how he can get out of everything as he desires, or into fights if they didn't want to listen to him. This time they decided to leave them alone after leaving the restaurant which is good. Remy wasn't looking for any fights today.

“Non.” The Cajun shook his head. “Don't have any where special t' go. So de offer still stands if you're hungry on getting' a bite t' eat at a better place dan dis. Might not end up bein' five stars, but will be close enough.”

How could anyone turn down an expensive free meal? It wasn't like the thief was hurting on cash as he has plenty stashed away. A lot more than one person might bother to think of. He didn't even bother giving her a weird look upon her name when she told him.

[beck]

Beck looked up at him. "I'd almost bet they can't even get their hands to cooperate for them. I mean seriously, can we say steroids? If guys, no offense, only think with their junk then they will have brains smaller than a T-Rex. I bet if they made hand puppets, they'd even get dissed by their own body parts." Oh she was so annoyed she could spit. If the Remy hadn't shown up she'd have whipped all of them, or at least attempted to.

At least the morons didn't follow them out, although she needed to calm down. Golden eyes closed as she took several deep breaths and tried to calm herself. Alright, she had to look at this objectively, a good looking guy, helped save her from a bunch of goons, she got to humiliate one of them, and now said good looking man was buying her dinner. Wow, once she put it that way, she calmed down pretty quick. However, she'd bet dollars to donuts he had someone. Besides its safer to think in those terms, then she doesn't set herself up for anything.

The girl turned her golden gaze towards him and tilted her head. "I find it hard to believe, yet not that you don't have a place to be. But hey if you are serious then who am I to argue. But it doesn't have to be expensive. I'm fairly low maintenance. It just has to be edible. So, lead on, McDuff. Where you go I'll follow." If they hadn't been talking about food that probably would have sounded weird.

[Storm]

Ororo was checking out a new mall. She had stopped in Chicago between some political engagements. She had her hair loose and her sunglasses where perched on her head. The mall seemed to be a decent size. She was dressed casually in jeans, with a light blue blouse and sneakers.

She was walking around when she spotted a familiar face. A face that Ororo knew for many years with what appeared to be another friend. Or Remy was using his charms again which was very likely to. She walked over to where he was in full view of Remy and the woman he was talking to. Ororo nodded in greeting to them.