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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Aug 26, 2013 2:10:47 GMT -5
Remy swallowed as her finger slid along his neck, trying to remind himself to keep his eyes open as they neared his hotel, but all of this was making it difficult. Selina giving information about herself, these unexplained winces and pauses, the knowledge that she was in danger... and those fingers.
Still he didn't miss the warning, and though he knew it was meant to deter him it was all getting to be extremely counter productive.
"Aw Cher, people been tryin tah kill me since I was a swamp rat wit slow fingers." He deliberately waited a moment, lowering his eyes to meet her stare for the seconds of silence before continuing. "Not like I'm eager for more."
Lie.
"If your worried 'bout my person, don be. I'll let it lay, so long as you do."
Lie.
"Can't go making a name for myself again. I got people I can't have knowin' where I am. But for the record - dis Bane don' sound like de type tah bury hatchets Kitten. If you ain't gonna oppose him, take your own advice: don' go lookin for him."
True. And after all, someone should take the very good advice.
Remy slowed to a stop in front of his hotel, considering it with a critical eye for the first time. It wasn't flashy - he could have afforded flashy if he wanted, but he was supposed to be going for lower notoriety in daylight hours. Not far from the Narrows, the theme of the hotel was the prohibition - the shiny flapper side, lots of glits and booze. He found it charming, but as he considered it with a woman in his arms he was beginning to wonder what Selina might think of the scantily clad ladies who lurked at the main floor bar, and the tattered state of the... well... everything.
Was peeling wallpaper considered vintage?
"So, it occurs to me now I should'ah brought de jacket for you." Remy admitted reluctantly. "Most things des ladies won' batch an eye at... but you do make an impression."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Aug 26, 2013 2:29:09 GMT -5
It was almost Bruce like, the way he was telling her to keep her nose clean as far as Bane was concerned. He didn't seem to understand, that if she wasn't going to oppose him he'd eventually find her in his own time. If she did oppose him, she'd most certainly meet the fate that everyone thought Batman had met.
The differences between Remy and Bruce were vast though in many ways. One particular difference being that Bruce was straight with her. He was a simpler man, if he was going to do something it was because someone was in danger and needed saving. Remy was more complicated and unpredictable. She couldn't see what on earth he would need from a man like Bane, but she still didn't fully believe him.
Selina didn't comment on it, but instead turned her attention to the building he'd strolled them both up to. Yeah. Vintage is definitely what went through her mind. Not that Selina liked staying in any flashier places herself, but regardless she heaved a very heavy huff and rolled her eyes at his last comment.
"Yeah I bet." she grumbled, before dealing out a command, "Put me down."
She shifted in his grip, and whenever he did decide to set her back on her feet, she'd steady herself with a twitch in her face at the pain in her leg. She could feel a slight numbness to her upper cheek bone on the left side of her face too. It was likely a bruise would form there eventually; she'd received a blow from the butt of a machine gun.
"This is the best I can do right now-" she muttered absently, un-clipping her cowl from the collar like strap beneath her chin and pulling it off with her goggles. She ruffled her hair briefly with her hand and looked up at him, giving a 'what can you do' shrug and a flat smile. Seeing as he already knew who she was and everything, she figured it didn't matter anymore.
The lack of her distinct cat ears and goggles did help, leaving her with just the bold leather suit. "I need to get off the streets..." she urged with a quick glance over her shoulder towards some shady looking folks in an alleyway.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Aug 26, 2013 19:39:44 GMT -5
Remy did his best to place her down gently when urged, watching her remove her cowl curiously. Though he heard her urgency, Remy only gave the men in the alley a vague glance before he moved a step closer to her. "Hold on a moment."
Lifting a hand, Remy tucked some of her tousled hair back behind her ear in a smooth but deliberately slow motion. Grinning crookedly he nodded. "Der. Shall we?"
He offered her his arm, and whether she took it or not headed into the hotel. The loby, if you could call it that, was a tiny room with faded tan and off white pinstripe wallpaper, not yet peeling here but obviously done with life and read to give up. There was a counter, dark wood with a threadbare emerald silk cloth across the top. There was a clasped thick leather volume the owner of the hotel - a spit fire old broad, Madam Lefroy, who'd cuffed him upside the head already more times than his father had - used to keep track of every business deal legal and otherwise. Apart from a smoke soiled lamp at the foot of the spiral stairs and the stained glass lamp casting the room in shades of gold and red and green, there was no light. Sound filtered in from the bar, the thick set man guarding the shut thick wooden doors giving Remy a nod as he entered. "Coming in for a game?"
Remy shook his head, nodding to his companion. "Otherwise occupied, mon ami. De Madam about, we need a bit of seamstress work?"
The man's brows lifted, looking much more closely at Selina trying to find the injury. Remy kept himself positioned between the two. Shrugging, the man got off his stool with a sigh, heading to the tiny wooden phone booth tucked in the corner. "She's going to charge yeah more than the hospital will, Gambit."
"For less questions, that's a deal. Come on Cher." Remy slid his arm around Selina's waist, which might have seemed presumptuous, but he used it to start helping her up the stairs. It was three flights to his room, and so he paused part way up once he was certain the bouncer wasn't watching. "Come on, I'll piggy back you the rest of the way. The Madam's gon be furious if she has to wait."
Provided there was no objection he'd help her up, hooking his arms under her knees and continuing the march. "Dis place has been round longer den de old Wayne manor, or so she claims. I tried to convince her an elevator would not go remiss, but no such good fortune."
He chuckled, remembering her slap on the side of his head. "She's a bit of an acquired taste - she'll like you. You'll have lots in common - you can talk 'bout how many times you've wanted to murder me."
He fished a key on a silk string from his pocket, leaning forward slightly to keep Selina balanced while he unlocked the scared green painted wooden door, the hall more peeling than papered and the lamps looking like they hadn't been touched since the hotel's creation. He pushed the door open, trying to ignore the wave of vague embarrassment at the mess - his fancy suits and the scatter of glittering jewelry he'd been reluctant to fence looking out of place in small room with stained red wallpaper and couch with the top of a spring peeking out. The bed was the only suitable thing to represent objects of it's kind, a massive carved mahogany backboard showing a twine of throned roses and vines, the deep purple bedspread and pillows clearly a recent purchase of his own. Remy set Selina down by the couch, scooping up the closest set of diamond ears and a string of pearls. "May want to take a seat. I don' have anything in your size and style, course, but I can find you a shirt if you like?"
He stuffed his latest thefts under his mattress with a 'what-can-you-do' shrug of his own.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Aug 26, 2013 22:06:56 GMT -5
Selina hardly batted an eye when he tucked her hair behind her ear. She didn't want him to know it had any affect on her, that it made her heart race just a tad. Instead she wore a mostly passive face, but at the same time showed no distaste towards the action. She did take his arm wordlessly, and followed him in with a bit of a hobble in her step.
When they stopped at the rather broad man. Remy spoke to him about a seamstress, and then the man turned to look her over. In response Selina gave a light scowl and a suspicious stare to his raised eyebrows. Then Remy slipped his arm around her waist, to which she huffed but didn't verbally complain. Only because those first steps they'd done up the stairs were agonizing on her leg.
The blood hadn't exactly stopped coming from her wound, and she was looking a little more pale and exhausted now. So when Remy offered to piggy back her the rest of the way? She nodded tiredly, but quickly.
"Okay." Selina agreed. Although once halfway she did verbalize some humiliation in a low mutter, "This is ridiculous" and buried her face against the back of his neck and shoulder. Once in the room and set on her feet she didn't waste time, instead dropping to sit on the couch while her breathing reduced to something a little more shallow.
She unzipped the first boot and chucked it off, wincing as she reached for the second just as Remy offered her a shirt.
"I'm going to need it..." she confessed. Her catsuit was a one piece, and it was going to need to go for the stitching, but she was going to wait for him to provide a shirt before she bothered shedding it. There was no way Selina was going to sit around in the ridiculous pink panties she'd worn, waiting for him to find her a shirt.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Aug 28, 2013 18:25:19 GMT -5
"A'ight I'll take a look." He went over to the dresser, leaking clothes from the still opened drawers. He shifted through, careful not to touch the only closed drawer - the bottom in which he stored things women had forgotten in his room. They were souvenirs. He kept them there for quick recovery in case one of his one night stands appeared at his door. Selina was the only woman apart from the Madam he saw multiple times now, and he didn't want to tangle or tamper with delicate feelings of the fairer sex.
Still, he doubted Selina would appreciate the drawer as a consideration for his trysts. More likely she'd use it to beat him over the head.
Drawing out a black dress shirt, he considered it for a moment before tossing it over to her. "I'd offer you de Armani, but you just ruin that shirt's matchin' jacket." He figured that the shirt would do - it was soft, and long enough on him that it's preserve whatever modesty she so desired.
Doing his best not to stare or overuse the corner of his eye, he went back to the dresser to try and find himself a change of clothes - carrying her had resulted in some stains on his favorite new purple dress shirt and black vest, but he figured mentioning it was slightly lacking in gallantry. The room didn't even have it's own bathroom so setting for a loose pair of jeans and brown sweater he went over to the bed and called, "Be strong against the temptation - no peekin."
He stripped off the vest and shirt and pants, pulling the jeans on quick and turning to face her as he tugged the sweater over his head, grinning to himself as he exposed his well muscled chest on the way down. Not exactly how he'd pictured undressing in a room with her.
Going over to Selina he crouched in front of her, putting a hand on her leg as he examined the cut. It seemed to have stopped or at least slowed its bleeding, which was a plus he supposed. Trailing a finger along the side of her thigh he quirked a brow and looked up at her. "You aren't afraid of needles are yeah? Madame's gon' want to put something in to dull de pain."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Aug 28, 2013 22:25:10 GMT -5
Selina snatched the shirt from the air, looking it over briefly but with acceptance. Once she was sure he wasn't directly watching her she pulled the zipper down the front of her chest to her waist and began slipping her arms from the sleeves. Once that was done she wriggled it past her waist, bit past the pain to kick it off the rest of her legs and threw the catsuit over the arm of the chair.
"Oh baby, baby." she snorted, "I'll try not to." with a grin, as if she wasn't concerned about other things right now. Again, she silently cursed herself for wearing a pink set, but quickly pulled his shirt over her head just as he was turning around. Breathing in, she found it pleasantly smelled like him, and also a mixture of another musky scent, probably from the building and surroundings.
Selina watched him crouch before her inhaling softly when she felt his touch on her leg, though kept a calm face. Upon his question though she raised an eyebrow looking skeptical, placing a finger under his chin to force him to look more directly at her.
"Do I look like a girl who's afraid of a needle?" she demanded. Though a cheeky smirk did play on her lips after a brief moment of appearing rather seriously offended and unimpressed.
The way Remy talked about this 'Madame' almost made her feel intimidated, like she were meeting the folks or something. Selina certainly wouldn't get many points if that were the case, sitting on his couch in nothing but her undies and his shirt.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Aug 30, 2013 14:03:17 GMT -5
"Naw." He admitted, lifting a hand to cover hers touching his chin. "But den you don' strike me as de scaredy cat type."
He meant it as a joke, but it renewed the anger in him that Bane had that kind of an affect on her. He didn't want her to be afraid of anything. His attention was diverted by a bang at the door - a single solid thump like someone had knocked it with their head. Chuckling he slid his hand off hers, getting up and strolling to the door, pulling it open and leaning on it languidly to look down at the woman glowering at him. "Enchante, Madame."
"What have you gon an cut yourself on this time, clumbsy swamp rat? And where's my rent money?" She had an Irish accent, coming in in a bustle of fly away red hair and a dull sage color dress. She had a thick leather doctor's bag in one hand, and in the other a bottle of liquor. The woman was tiny - barely reaching half way up Remy's torso, but she had a look fit to kill. She stopped short as she noticed Selina on the couch and tilted her head. "Oh don't tell me there's still girls dumb enough to waste there breath on you?"
"Dis is my friend, Ms. Deveux, and she's havin' ah bit of a bad night. Vivian, dis is Madame." Remy gave Selina a conspiratory smile from behind the Irish woman, who was now noticing the blood on her.
"You've gone and got her in a mess, haven't you!" Madame shook her head in disbelief, bustling over to Selina and dropping her bag on the couch. "Take my word for it, Ms. Deveux, he's not worth blood sweat or tears. Now, lets see this torn seam shall we?"
Remy moved over to the dresser, picking up a pack of cigarettes and heading over to the window, pulling it open and sitting on the sill as he placed one in his mouth, tucking another behind his ear as he watched the two women curiously, lighting the end of his smoke with a flash of purple light.
(Short, but moms going to ax murder me if i dont get into the truck and go o.o. Feel free to take control of Madam, she's just a random character of my imagining xD)
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Post by Selina Kyle on Sept 2, 2013 2:21:42 GMT -5
Selina had nothing to say to that. There was more than one possible meaning that struck her once he'd said it, but nothing she could possibly retort with quickly enough. Instead she looked down at him, conflicted but thoughtful and perhaps a mild look of affection was creeping up in her eye. But it was quickly withdrawn when there was a thump at the door.
She let her hand fall into her lap, and watched curiously when the woman bustled in. A faint smile took her face at the brashness of the lady, curling the corner of her lip as she admired her boldness.
"Tears? Oh I hardly think he'll be getting any of those..." Selina replied with a soft laugh, "And as for blood, well, this is my mess. He's just been so gracious enough as to give me a hand I suppose..."
With that Selina gave a very careful glance up to Remy who was now seated in the window sill. If he was watching, she'd give him a faint grin, but look away after a lingering moment to return her attention to the woman working before her.
This was likely going to become much more painful for her, and he brow stiffened some with the anticipation.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Sept 5, 2013 16:56:46 GMT -5
"You suppose." Remy repeated with mock dismay, but he returned her smile with an openly warm one. "I carry you 'ere, dis is de tanks I get?"
"It's more than you deserve." Madame grumbled, setting down the bottle of hard liquor in order to examine Selina more closely. "You dont have to say who or how, but what gave you this?" As she waited for the answer the woman took up her bag, opening it and beginning to sort through a collection of small clear bottles.
Remy, trying not to be intrusive, swung one leg out the window so he stradled it, letting his head fall back as he leaned against the frame, letting a trail of smoke filter through his lips. He peeked down into the alley below, leaning further out the window so his foot nearly touched the fire escape landing. The shifty men from before were still there, watching the front of the building. Remy doubted they were actually Bane's, but then he had no idea how far Bane's scope of power stretched. Would they think much of a man carrying around a woman in his arms, or should he make a show of leaving and see if they went scampering off?
He was set in his convictions now. He and Bane were going to have a chat. It was just a matter of figuring out something that Bane wanted, and getting it first.
Madame was drawing out a needle now, drawing into it liquid from a smaller vial and letting out a small stream. She opened her mouth to speak, then paused and shot a look at Remy. "For delicacy's sake, you keep your eyes in that direction, Scoundrel."
Remy glanced over, lifting his hands in surrender and letting out a soft whistle. "Wouldn't dream of being indelicate."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Sept 6, 2013 2:21:06 GMT -5
Selina didn't reply to his mock offended tones, instead only smirked a little, looking down to what the small woman was currently doing, and feeling a little uneasy but amused at her sass. To her question, Selina honestly had to think back to the scene. They'd turned on her so fast, she remembered metal flashing against the street lights, not so strongly as they'd been in a back alley.
As she thought through the anxiousness it became more clear. Vivid.
"Some kind of hunting knife..." she decided on. Some thug had been brandishing one, now that she thought of it. Sharp on one side, and serrated on the other, like sharp teeth. He probably thought it looked really cool.
Selina had gone back to watching Remy closely, as he stared out the window. She didn't know at what, but she was trying to read him with little success. He liked cards- she hardly expected to be able to read him easily and she wasn't coming up with much.
Madame called him out, and Selina did crack a smile for a brief moment, before adding her own quip.
"No? How about dreaming up a whole bunch of trouble to get into..." Selina remarked, her gaze unwavering from his face. She didn't seriously believe that he wasn't going to do something foolish, and wasn't about to quit trying to convince him otherwise. In any case she might be able to catch some sort of idea of what he was thinking.
He didn't understand.. Why did no one listen to her when she warned them about Bane? Did Remy realize how much he was asking of her, if he really wanted to know why she was so afraid? She was more terrified the second time around than she was the first. In any case she did purse her lips and finally look away, down to Madame.
"So will I live?" she asked, in a dramatically morbid tone.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Sept 24, 2013 16:08:49 GMT -5
"Hunting knife? Mary Mother of God, the things those boys have to learn about treating a proper lady." Madame muttered to herself mostly, shaking her head. It was perhaps a telling part of her character, that she considered the woman before her the absolute model of femininity. "You'll live, but you'll like have a nice reminder of tonight."
Remy made no reply to Selina's comment toward him, giving her a playful wink before returning his attention to the street. If she was a proper lady, he figured best to be a half decent gentleman. He made especial sure not to show his anger on his face, but he ran his thumbnail over his lower lip as he stewed on the events of tonight.
In all honesty, he loathed the idea of some other man having a mark on her. It came, perhaps, from the deep rooted southern sense of honor. However ludicrous, he felt he'd failed her.
And that meant someone had to pay. Taking another drag of his cigarette his shut his eyes, considering the most important question: what does a man like Bane actually want? He'd destroyed Arkham, let loose every chaotic element their was... but wasn't he a man with goals? What were his real plans for Gotham?
More logical probably would have been to ask 'Who are his allies' or 'How formidable of a player was he', but risks weren't something Remy took to heart and the reckless pent up energy in him made him all the less cautious.
Meanwhile Madame offered Selina the bottle. "Take a couple good swigs - doctors orders. But make sure and leave some, it's the best damn thing for cleaning a wound and don't let those rich lab coats tell you otherwise."
Then she fixed her attention to the wound, sliding the needle into her leg and releasing the clear liquid into her blood stream. Within a few minutes, it would start to tingle and become numb. In the meantime, she began prepping a needle and thread. Literally.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Sept 27, 2013 2:41:35 GMT -5
If anything, Selina seemed mildly annoyed by his wink, and how he diverted his attention from her so quickly. No... He wasn't going to sit tight by a long shot. She felt a thin like of desperation run through her stream... Or maybe that was whatever the Madame had put quite literally, into her blood stream. In any case, she'd been given specific orders.
With a "Yes Ma'am." Selina took the bottle and did as she was told, swigging back some of the contents. She lowered the bottle, wiping her lips briefly with her wrist and eyeing up the Madame with her needle carefully as she spoke about rich lab coats and their lies.
"Wouldn't dream of it..." she mumbled. Again, she found her gaze wandering over to Remy critically.
A dark cat with smokey cheeks had managed to claw it's way up to Remy's window, perching just in front of him and peering at the man with yellow eyes. It was a stray, easily betrayed by its' lean frame, if not by the leery manner. And of course, if Remy reached to pet the feline it would spit a hiss, before trying to claw any approaching hands.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Sept 27, 2013 16:31:21 GMT -5
Madame watched Selina take her drink, nodded and testing the sturdy thread on it's needle - and elegantly slender thing, and sharper than most blades could boast. With a gesture for Selina to take another drink, she'd wait until the woman was done then take back the bottle and tip it over the wound.
The effect wouldn't be a pleasant sensation. The numbing agent she'd injected was still in the finishing stages, and Madame would use Selina's reaction as an gauge of whether to wait or begin. Either way, when it was time to sew the woman would run more of the drink over the needle then return to bottle to the injured woman. "In case your spirits need replenishing."
With an unshakable hand she'd begin her work, puncturing flesh with the fine tipped needle and carefully working her way up the wound.
Remy's eyes opened as there was an unpleasant squealing noise of claws making their way up brick, and he nearly flinched at the lanky thing as it perched down in front of him in the bold way cats had. He moved his cigarette out the window, crushing the ignited tip against the brick and letting it tumble down below as he considered the feline in front of him. Oddly, it seemed to think he was the one out of place.
"Uh, Cher?" He called to Selina. "A friend o' yours?"
Reaching his now empty hand forward, he'd attempt to let the stray sniff him. Unfortunately that was entirely out the question, and with a particularly harassed noise it swiped at him indignantly, claws raking over his skin.
"Feet pue tan." He muttered grumpily, yanking his hand back and glowering down at the creature as he rubbed the claw mark.
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Post by Selina Kyle on Sept 27, 2013 23:33:09 GMT -5
Selina didn't waste any time, knocking back another swig of the liquid and handing it back. She braced herself, watching some more of the contents tip onto her wound. She gasped loudly initially but gritted her teeth and quickly silenced herself, clutching the chair with a tight grip. Selina grunted at her leg burned with the sterilizing, although it did eventually fade to a more manageable sting.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, which were brimmed faintly with tears from the pain. She looked to Remy, who'd spoken to her although she hadn't quite picked up on it at the moment. Her gaze immediately lightened upon seeing the feline looking at her with wide yellow eyes and a shivering tail.
"They're all my friends." she replied simply, her voice somewhat chilled. The mangy cat leaped to her side, and she lifted her hand, uncurling her fingers to stroke it's head. Affectionately, it purred as she cooed at it.
"He doesn't like restlessness." she stated vaguely, looking up at Remy with skepticism. She hardly moved, save for petting the cat. As if on cue, the feline turned and stared at Remy coldly, and Selina chuckled, taking back the bottle from Madame when she offered it.
"My spirits could always use replenishing." she stated grimly, taking down another gulp. There was a pleasant numbness, that she was starting to feel now.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Oct 18, 2013 21:31:17 GMT -5
Remy looked mutinously at Selina as she and the feline bonded, smirking grimly. [/i] If only it was that easy for the rest of us.[/] He thought, rubbing his hand a little more before moving back fully into his room. He wanted to go to her, but both the cat and Madame made him think twice. He felt a twinge of amusement, realizing all at once the similarity between the two. Sauntering over to his bed, he crouched down and opened his beside table drawer before deftly sliding the string of pearls from under his mattress. Twining them between his fingers, he flopped down onto his bed, staring at a water stain on the roof as the Madame sped through her work, giving the cat a raised brow, simply muttering, "Animal deposit will be extra, Swamp Rat."
As she finished, she tied off the end with a strange elegance, taking the bottle a final time to bath the now closed wound in a fresh coat of liquor, revealing the fine needlework. Whatever scar would come would be impressively minimal. She covered the stitching in clean white gauze and taped it down. Tucking the bottle in between Selina and the couch arm, she gave the woman a fond nod. "Wouldn't want to do half a job - mend your body and soul, Miss."
Then any kindness flashed off like a whip, and as she packed away her things she turned to look expectantly at Remy, hip cocked to one side. "Well? I'm not looking for a courtship boy'o."
"Your loss." Remy chuckled, getting up and walking over. He ignored the glower she gave him as he draped the pearls over her head, letting them rest against her chest. There were a soft gold shade, with small glittering diamonds between every second pearl.
"Don't want to even know where you picked these up from, do I?" Madame sighed, touching them with her wrinkled fingers.
"No, I suppose you don't. Just know they look far better on you dan on their previous owner." He promised, leading Madame to the door and pulling it open.
"Here's yer hat, whats yer hurry? This is my establishment, I'll leave when I choose." Madame huffed, but she was heading for the door all the same. "You take better care of that young lady, or I'll have your guts for garters you hear me? She's twice your price and thrice your superior, so you don't be kickin' her tah the curb like those other girls."
Remy looked quickly to Selina, clearing his throat before nodding. "Yes Madame."
"And get me my rent! In money!" The woman called, headed back down the stairs.
Remy shook his head, dragging his free hand through his hair as he shut the door and faced Selina with a sheepish look. "Tink she's getting ah bit senile. You a'ight?"
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