Comments | etrelibre_rpg: [OTA] Revenge is best served painfully

dontdotricks in etrelibre_rpg

[OTA] Revenge is best served painfully

Sep 02, 2009 17:47

Sometime over the weekend, a prank war have broken out amongst all the staff at Hors de Prix. Although Remy had warned pointedly it would be a vital error if he got caught up in it, somewhere around lunch time on Sunday, a drink he ordered got spiked with laxatives.

A lot of laxatives ( Read more... )

[post] open, [character] rogue, [place] the beach, [character] remy lebeau

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justalilcontact September 2 2009, 08:01:49 UTC

Rogue had been with Remy every painful step. They were still working on their relationship, a level of intimacy still missing from it, but taking care of him while he was sick was something she'd never had a problem with. The fact that someone had done this to him made her angry, though. Prank war, or not, you didn't take your boss down with laxatives. And you didn't take her boyfriend down without Rogue needing her own revenge.

She was smiling to herself as she made her way towards Remy, slipping out early that morning to pay a visit to her old workplace. The benefits of living with the owner, and having worked at the club was that she still knew her way around. Rogue dropped his keys at his feet, and sat down beside him. "Hey, sugar. Feel better?"

dontdotricks September 2 2009, 08:08:13 UTC

"Beside the fact I think I ruptured my spleen around one am on Tuesday morning, oui, I'm fine. Someone is going to die today, but I will keep it clean with minimal bloodshed. It'll be too quick for them to bleed," Remy resolved, and put the smoke back to his lips for a long drag.

justalilcontact September 2 2009, 08:13:23 UTC

Rogue reached out to brush his hair back from his face before leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry, Remy. I know it really sucks. I also know you wanna get revenge, but I maybe kinda started on it for you. I couldn't help it. No one gives you that many laxatives and gets away with it."

dontdotricks September 2 2009, 08:22:44 UTC

Remy frowned as he looked at her. "I can fight my own battles, you know," he said to her huffily. As if his ego hadn't already been pissed all over. Or shat all over might be an accurate description. He ashed the cigarette into the sand. He had almost lost count of the length of time he had been stuck on the island. He often wondered if he had lost his fighting abilities. No X-Men, no missions, not combat. He was practically a hippy. He was just feeling a little caged in right now.

He looked at her, but he was still frowning. "Je suis désolé, cherie," he apologised.

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