Remy was... mildly surprised that the group hadn't turned any heads on the transfer through the bar from Paris to New York, but he wasn't going to argue it, in fact, as far as he was concerned, the lack of notice was probably a good thing, meant he wouldn't have to answer too many questions when he got back ( Read more... )

Remy was as ready as he was going to get for the task at hand, he’d called in a favor, maybe two, to get a driver, two movers and a phone. Everything else he’d already gotten from Belle ( Read more... )

The cafe really was tiny, there weren't even a dozen tables, and more of them outside than in, which was just fine as far as Remy was concerned, really ( Read more... )

Remy was perched in a chair at a cafe down the block, really, not far off at all, from where Belle was having her meeting with the Friars. His theory was that they wouldn't expect him so close, given as how he was dead ( Read more... )

POST ANONYMOUSLY, if you want.

1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. Lyrics to a song.
5. Part of a love letter (doesn't have to be to me)
6. how long we've been friends.
7. If you post anonymously, a hint to who you are.
8. after you do it for me, put it in your journal and see who does it for you.

The door to the Bar apparently was behind a shelf in the pantry of Remy's cottage, if the canned goods were any indication ( Read more... )

The room was comfortably small, he'd said he hadn't needed anything extravagant, but nothing like his littlebitty garrett in Paris.

He smiled as he nudged the door open, shaking his head as he dimmed the overhead light, "S'not candles, but it'll do, non?"

Time had passed since Remy had fallen into the bar instead of a storage warehouse, but apparently not much, given as how it had been evening then and was only just now sunset, the sky still streaked orange and red ( Read more... )