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Remy and Terry - Backdated
Terry comes back from town to find a very charming boy ready to provide her with alcohol.
Exploring the Institute was starting to be a real pros and cons thing for Remy. On the upside, he'd found some interesting things (and corners to disappear into, should he have responsibilities to duck). On the downside, he was starting to get bored. Even in a place this big, there were only so many places you could go. And since he wasn't keen on getting booted out, locked doors further restricted that. Some day, he'd find out what was behind them. But not just yet.
What that meant was that by that Saturday evening, Remy was less exploring, and more slouching along the back of the building. Someone had left a basketball lying around, so he lazily chucked it at the ring. But other than that, there was precious little to do right now. Clearly he needed to find something new!
Terry had gone into town, hoping to find some place that would serve her alcohol. She had been entirely unsuccessful; bartenders in America respected the law a lot more than in Ireland. So she came back to the school well before curfew, frustrated and on edge, and with absolutely zero desire of going back to her room and having Tessa reading her thoughts.
So she found herself walking around the mansion when she heard the distinctive sound of a basketball hitting a board, and she picked up the pace to see who might be playing. She was dressed for a night out, in a short skirt (but not too short), and a spaghetti top that did wonders for her breasts without showing too much cleavage. It was an art, managing to allure without being skanky, and her Catholic upbringing made sure that she stayed away from the latter... ish.
Given that he was dressed in tight black jeans and a similarly tight black t shirt, Remy wasn't dressed like he'd come out here for sport. He'd thrown a half dozen desultory (but accurate) shots, and had just been getting bored when Terry walked out to the court. Pausing briefly, he raised an eyebrow and shot her a friendly smirk. "Evenin' chere. You out here t' shoot some hoops?" Obviously not, since Remy had definitely noticed how Terry was dressed. But then, neither was he.
"I amn't," Terry replied, frowning slightly but taking a few steps closer. Being able to be alone with a boy her age was still a novelty, and she enjoyed it. "I just - wanted a breath of fresh air," she explained, in her own distinctive accent.
She had no idea where his was from.
"Well, plenty o' dat around here." Remy waved his free hand ironically at the sky. "You're welcome t' join me. I'm Remy. Remy LeBeau. Pleasure t' meet you chere." The slight frown just seemed to make Remy turn on the charm more.
"Theresa Cassidy," she replied, pushing her hair behind her ear and giving him a small, sweet smile. "Terry. Pleasure's mine." She was just being polite. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at basketball." She didn't care very much for basketball, really.
"Can' say I've ever been much of a player myself." Of basketball at least. That thought amused Remy, especially since he managed to punctuate it with one last sunk basket. "It was somethin' t' do." Now that he had someone to talk to, the basketball was all but forgotten. "But you're a long way from home ain't you chere?" Judging by the accent, Terry was at least reasonably fresh off the boat. New Orleans got enough tourists for Remy to have heard the Irish accent more than a few times.
"An ocean away," Terry confirmed with a nod, resting one of her hands on the purse slung over her right shoulder. "Ireland," she added, since some of the students she'd met had been unable to place her accent. "What about you?" She certainly couldn't place his.
"Not that far, that's for sure." Remy waved a hand vaguely off towards the south. "Go that way about a thousand miles. When the land starts turnin' t' bayou and the people start havin' some soul in their hearts, you've hit my country." And since that was poetic and all, but not actually an answer, Remy decided to elaborate. "I'm a Louisiana boy. New Orleans born and bred."
It was poetic and all, and that worked just right for Terry, who smiled at his description. "I've heard good things, but I like the way you talk about it best."
"Well, if you ever need a tour guide, showin' pretty girls round my home town is a specialty o' mine." That was not a good idea at ll, given that Remy was banished from his home. But that wasn't going to slow his roll, not when it came to making flirtatious remarks at least!
Oh, God, please let her be imagining that her cheeks felt hotter right then. She couldn't be blushing! "Reckon I'll let you know when I'm planning on a trip to Lousiana," she came back with, trying on a smile for size, despite the blush. Damn her fair skin. "I think you're off the hook for now, though. Plenty to see round here."
Remy definitely noticed the blush, but he resisted the urge to grin about it. After all, when someone is doing something pretty, why would he cause them to stop? "You do that. I've been explorin' round here too. Did you find anywhere fun t' go? If you share yours, I'll share mine."
"I like the lake best," Terry answered sheepishly. It was nothing special, just a lake, but she liked it out there. It was quiet, and she could let her voice fly when no one else was around.
"The lake's not bad, if you wan' some quiet." Remy agreed with a shrug. It didn't sound like quiet was something he went for often. Though it had happened, even in the short time he'd been here. "Gotta say, I've had more fun goin' an' seein' if I can find some life. No offence to this place, but who wants t' spend all their time at a school?"
"I'm just back from the town," Terry offered with a nod. She didn't want quiet all the time, either.
"Find anywhere good?" Judging by her style of dress, Remy assumed that Terry hadn't been going to a museum. Or at least he hoped not. Someone around here had to enjoy a good party!
"I've found that bars in America are a lot more mindful of the law than in Ireland," she answered, nose wrinkling for a moment.
"Got carded did you?" Remy tutted and shook his head. The commiseration didn't really ring true though, not with the undercurrent of devious amusement it came with. "Well, like wit' any rules, it's jus' a question o' knowin' how t' get around them. Or knowin' someone who can hook you up." Remy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. With a small flourish he produced what certainly looked convincingly like an ID card. "If you need anythin', I'll be happy t' provide."
Terry bit down on the delighted smile that lit up her eyes. "Would you? I'd be fierce grateful."
Yep, that was the reaction Remy had been hoping for. "It'd be my pleasure. Only condition is that you let me come along. After all, it ain' fun if you're doin' it on you own, eh?" He suggested conspirationally.
Terry chuckled. "Not as fun, anyway." Besides, she'd feel safer going with another student, so it was a win win situation for her. She smiled brightly at him. "You're on."
Remy's answering grin was just as bright, but with a definite hint of mischief. "I'm sure we can find way t' have a good time. Even if these fancy upstate New Yorkers don' know how t' throw a proper party."
She chuckled. "I'm Irish. All we need for a good party is enough alcohol, and some more or less terrible singing."
"See, this is why I love the Irish. I'm gon' have to go visit your home some time. Sounds like my kind of place." Remy took a step closer, and gave her a smile with just a touch of wicked. "But that's the future. What are you doin' tonight chere? No time like the present for a good party."
"If you can provide the alcohol, I can definitely provide the singing," Terry offered with a hopeful grin. She was definitely excited about the prospect, both because Remy was very cute, and good company, but also because she missed alcohol. It had been weeks since her last drink, which was wrong for anyone from Ireland.
"Sounds more than fair. It's a deal chere." Remy ironically held out his hand to shake on their pact.
Terry grinned again, only growing mock solemn when she shook his hand. If she'd needed any convincing that a school with boys was better than without, Remy certainly would've done it.
"I feel like I'm getting the better end of the deal."
"And that's how you know you're not." Remy winked wickedly and chuckled deviously. He didn't have a specific wicked plan. But it was always good to suggest that he might.
"I'm not sure that makes any sense," Terry warned him, sparks in her eyes. "So, where should we meet?" She assumed he'd have to go and get the alcohol.
"Well, depends. You could jus' wait here for five minutes. Or if you wan' hit the town properly, that's thing or this evening." No time like the present when it came to fun or pretty people, Remy always thought!
"Unless you can whip me up a fake id in a short enough time, I'm afraid hitting the town properly is going to have to wait," Terry stated, her lips pulling down ever so slightly.
"Probably take me a day or three t' arrange somethin'. Wouldn' want t' provide you wit' somethin' not up to par." Remy winked and turned towards the house. "So you jus' wait here. I've got a stash upstairs." After all, what was the point of having a room shared with a charmingly naive boy if he couldn't hide contraband there?
"I'll be here," Terry confirmed with another smile, and watched him go. He was cute, charming, and liked a party. Her evening was definitely looking up.
It only took Remy a few minutes to come back. He'd thrown his coat on while he was gone, and was carrying an innocuous looking black cloth bag. What was less innocuous was the cheeky conspiratorial wink he shot her. "Hold these, chere." He suggested, and produced a pair of glasses he must have filched from the kitchen from under his coat. "How 'bout we go find somewhere a lil' more out of the way, eh?"
"I was about to suggest that," Terry agreed as she reached for the glasses with a smile. Fancy underage drinking, then, and not straight from the bottle. "How about the lake? Unless it's not discreet enough."
"The lake's fine." Not like we're doin' anythin' we need t' be ashamed of." With the way Remy winked at her, there probably weren't that many things Remy was ever ashamed of.
"You say things like that, and it sounds like you're limiting our options already," Terry replied with a teasing grin, still turned to him as she stepped, backwards, in the direction of the lake, waiting for him to fall in stride to turn around. The prospect of alcohol was such a welcome one, and was enough to make her feel more like herself than she had in weeks.
That got a rich, amused laugh from Remy. "You'd think I was. But that's what I'm sayin' while the glasses are still empty an' th' bottle's still closed." He fell into step and lead the way to the lake. The advantage of having a private lake and forested grounds was that there were plenty of secluded sots. Remy had already found a favorite by the waterside, a small clearing between three large trees. There was shade, rocks to sit on, and most lines of sight were covered. Perfect.
Terry headed over to the rocks by the water, looking around at the clearing, and the lake. "Nice spot," she commented honestly. She stood on the edge and turned back to Remy, holding the glasses out with a smile.
"Gotta take a nice girl somewhere nice." Remy shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, though the shrug didn't dispel the smirk. He reached into his bag and withdrew a bottle with golden liquid in it. "Only shame is, I'm a bourbon man. If I'd known I'd be entertainin', I'd have rustled you somethin' from over your way."
"I don't think I've ever had bourbon," Terry replied thoughtfully, stepping closer for him to fill the glasses. "I'm sure it'll be nice tasting something from over your way."
"Never? Well, first time for everythin'." Remy filled each of the glasses with a generous measure of the amber liquid. His fingers brushed against hers in a way that MIGHT have been accidental as he took one of them off her. "Well then. To meetin' interestin' new people." He toasted her, before taking a sip of his drink.
She toasted him right back, with a smile that could have been assumed to be about the brief touch of his fingers but that, right then, was actually mostly about the alcohol. She'd missed it! She couldn't wait for that buzz. She'd get back to enjoying him as soon as that buzz hit. She took a first, very healthy, very Irish drink, and smiled again at the burn down her throat. "It's not so different from whiskey. And yet it is."
"Made from mostly the same stuff. Be a bit worryin' if it didn'." Remy waggled the bottle at her to see if she wanted more. Moderation wasn't exactly something he was going to try hard to encourage.
Moderation was no part of her Irish heritage, and she held the glass out with a grateful smile. "I like it."
"Well, plenty more where this came from. Gettin' alcohol is easier than organisin' fake IDs for people." Remy was more than happy to pour her another glass, nd toasted her again. "So you jus' let me know what you need cherie."
Terry frowned at his words, but toasted back and took a drink, momentarily forgetting about what he'd just said in favour of enjoying the hell out of that buzz. She closed her eyes, sighed happily, and smiled as she opened them to look at Remy again. She'd missed this. Her frown now was more curious than anything else. "Are you taking back your offer to get me ID? I'd pay, of course."
She didn't have much money now, but this would be worth it, and then some. Long term investment! She didn't know if he could do it himself or knew people, but either way, giving him something for his trouble made sense.
"Course not!? Remy actually seemed a little bit offended at that suggestion! "I'm a man o' my word. It's jus' that one o' those things is gon' take a lil' bit. An' the other is as easy as drivin' into town." The offended huff didn't last. Or rather, it hadn't really been particularly serious in the first place. Not with how quickly the sly, amused cheer returned. "I jus' believe in deliverin' a complete service.".
Terry bit down on a smile at his last words. "You're going above and beyond," she told him, eyes glinting happily.
"Then I'm doin' jus' enough." Remy decided he liked this girl, she knew how to have fun and didn't seem like she'd shy away from trouble. Definitely fun.
Exploring the Institute was starting to be a real pros and cons thing for Remy. On the upside, he'd found some interesting things (and corners to disappear into, should he have responsibilities to duck). On the downside, he was starting to get bored. Even in a place this big, there were only so many places you could go. And since he wasn't keen on getting booted out, locked doors further restricted that. Some day, he'd find out what was behind them. But not just yet.
What that meant was that by that Saturday evening, Remy was less exploring, and more slouching along the back of the building. Someone had left a basketball lying around, so he lazily chucked it at the ring. But other than that, there was precious little to do right now. Clearly he needed to find something new!
Terry had gone into town, hoping to find some place that would serve her alcohol. She had been entirely unsuccessful; bartenders in America respected the law a lot more than in Ireland. So she came back to the school well before curfew, frustrated and on edge, and with absolutely zero desire of going back to her room and having Tessa reading her thoughts.
So she found herself walking around the mansion when she heard the distinctive sound of a basketball hitting a board, and she picked up the pace to see who might be playing. She was dressed for a night out, in a short skirt (but not too short), and a spaghetti top that did wonders for her breasts without showing too much cleavage. It was an art, managing to allure without being skanky, and her Catholic upbringing made sure that she stayed away from the latter... ish.
Given that he was dressed in tight black jeans and a similarly tight black t shirt, Remy wasn't dressed like he'd come out here for sport. He'd thrown a half dozen desultory (but accurate) shots, and had just been getting bored when Terry walked out to the court. Pausing briefly, he raised an eyebrow and shot her a friendly smirk. "Evenin' chere. You out here t' shoot some hoops?" Obviously not, since Remy had definitely noticed how Terry was dressed. But then, neither was he.
"I amn't," Terry replied, frowning slightly but taking a few steps closer. Being able to be alone with a boy her age was still a novelty, and she enjoyed it. "I just - wanted a breath of fresh air," she explained, in her own distinctive accent.
She had no idea where his was from.
"Well, plenty o' dat around here." Remy waved his free hand ironically at the sky. "You're welcome t' join me. I'm Remy. Remy LeBeau. Pleasure t' meet you chere." The slight frown just seemed to make Remy turn on the charm more.
"Theresa Cassidy," she replied, pushing her hair behind her ear and giving him a small, sweet smile. "Terry. Pleasure's mine." She was just being polite. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at basketball." She didn't care very much for basketball, really.
"Can' say I've ever been much of a player myself." Of basketball at least. That thought amused Remy, especially since he managed to punctuate it with one last sunk basket. "It was somethin' t' do." Now that he had someone to talk to, the basketball was all but forgotten. "But you're a long way from home ain't you chere?" Judging by the accent, Terry was at least reasonably fresh off the boat. New Orleans got enough tourists for Remy to have heard the Irish accent more than a few times.
"An ocean away," Terry confirmed with a nod, resting one of her hands on the purse slung over her right shoulder. "Ireland," she added, since some of the students she'd met had been unable to place her accent. "What about you?" She certainly couldn't place his.
"Not that far, that's for sure." Remy waved a hand vaguely off towards the south. "Go that way about a thousand miles. When the land starts turnin' t' bayou and the people start havin' some soul in their hearts, you've hit my country." And since that was poetic and all, but not actually an answer, Remy decided to elaborate. "I'm a Louisiana boy. New Orleans born and bred."
It was poetic and all, and that worked just right for Terry, who smiled at his description. "I've heard good things, but I like the way you talk about it best."
"Well, if you ever need a tour guide, showin' pretty girls round my home town is a specialty o' mine." That was not a good idea at ll, given that Remy was banished from his home. But that wasn't going to slow his roll, not when it came to making flirtatious remarks at least!
Oh, God, please let her be imagining that her cheeks felt hotter right then. She couldn't be blushing! "Reckon I'll let you know when I'm planning on a trip to Lousiana," she came back with, trying on a smile for size, despite the blush. Damn her fair skin. "I think you're off the hook for now, though. Plenty to see round here."
Remy definitely noticed the blush, but he resisted the urge to grin about it. After all, when someone is doing something pretty, why would he cause them to stop? "You do that. I've been explorin' round here too. Did you find anywhere fun t' go? If you share yours, I'll share mine."
"I like the lake best," Terry answered sheepishly. It was nothing special, just a lake, but she liked it out there. It was quiet, and she could let her voice fly when no one else was around.
"The lake's not bad, if you wan' some quiet." Remy agreed with a shrug. It didn't sound like quiet was something he went for often. Though it had happened, even in the short time he'd been here. "Gotta say, I've had more fun goin' an' seein' if I can find some life. No offence to this place, but who wants t' spend all their time at a school?"
"I'm just back from the town," Terry offered with a nod. She didn't want quiet all the time, either.
"Find anywhere good?" Judging by her style of dress, Remy assumed that Terry hadn't been going to a museum. Or at least he hoped not. Someone around here had to enjoy a good party!
"I've found that bars in America are a lot more mindful of the law than in Ireland," she answered, nose wrinkling for a moment.
"Got carded did you?" Remy tutted and shook his head. The commiseration didn't really ring true though, not with the undercurrent of devious amusement it came with. "Well, like wit' any rules, it's jus' a question o' knowin' how t' get around them. Or knowin' someone who can hook you up." Remy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. With a small flourish he produced what certainly looked convincingly like an ID card. "If you need anythin', I'll be happy t' provide."
Terry bit down on the delighted smile that lit up her eyes. "Would you? I'd be fierce grateful."
Yep, that was the reaction Remy had been hoping for. "It'd be my pleasure. Only condition is that you let me come along. After all, it ain' fun if you're doin' it on you own, eh?" He suggested conspirationally.
Terry chuckled. "Not as fun, anyway." Besides, she'd feel safer going with another student, so it was a win win situation for her. She smiled brightly at him. "You're on."
Remy's answering grin was just as bright, but with a definite hint of mischief. "I'm sure we can find way t' have a good time. Even if these fancy upstate New Yorkers don' know how t' throw a proper party."
She chuckled. "I'm Irish. All we need for a good party is enough alcohol, and some more or less terrible singing."
"See, this is why I love the Irish. I'm gon' have to go visit your home some time. Sounds like my kind of place." Remy took a step closer, and gave her a smile with just a touch of wicked. "But that's the future. What are you doin' tonight chere? No time like the present for a good party."
"If you can provide the alcohol, I can definitely provide the singing," Terry offered with a hopeful grin. She was definitely excited about the prospect, both because Remy was very cute, and good company, but also because she missed alcohol. It had been weeks since her last drink, which was wrong for anyone from Ireland.
"Sounds more than fair. It's a deal chere." Remy ironically held out his hand to shake on their pact.
Terry grinned again, only growing mock solemn when she shook his hand. If she'd needed any convincing that a school with boys was better than without, Remy certainly would've done it.
"I feel like I'm getting the better end of the deal."
"And that's how you know you're not." Remy winked wickedly and chuckled deviously. He didn't have a specific wicked plan. But it was always good to suggest that he might.
"I'm not sure that makes any sense," Terry warned him, sparks in her eyes. "So, where should we meet?" She assumed he'd have to go and get the alcohol.
"Well, depends. You could jus' wait here for five minutes. Or if you wan' hit the town properly, that's thing or this evening." No time like the present when it came to fun or pretty people, Remy always thought!
"Unless you can whip me up a fake id in a short enough time, I'm afraid hitting the town properly is going to have to wait," Terry stated, her lips pulling down ever so slightly.
"Probably take me a day or three t' arrange somethin'. Wouldn' want t' provide you wit' somethin' not up to par." Remy winked and turned towards the house. "So you jus' wait here. I've got a stash upstairs." After all, what was the point of having a room shared with a charmingly naive boy if he couldn't hide contraband there?
"I'll be here," Terry confirmed with another smile, and watched him go. He was cute, charming, and liked a party. Her evening was definitely looking up.
It only took Remy a few minutes to come back. He'd thrown his coat on while he was gone, and was carrying an innocuous looking black cloth bag. What was less innocuous was the cheeky conspiratorial wink he shot her. "Hold these, chere." He suggested, and produced a pair of glasses he must have filched from the kitchen from under his coat. "How 'bout we go find somewhere a lil' more out of the way, eh?"
"I was about to suggest that," Terry agreed as she reached for the glasses with a smile. Fancy underage drinking, then, and not straight from the bottle. "How about the lake? Unless it's not discreet enough."
"The lake's fine." Not like we're doin' anythin' we need t' be ashamed of." With the way Remy winked at her, there probably weren't that many things Remy was ever ashamed of.
"You say things like that, and it sounds like you're limiting our options already," Terry replied with a teasing grin, still turned to him as she stepped, backwards, in the direction of the lake, waiting for him to fall in stride to turn around. The prospect of alcohol was such a welcome one, and was enough to make her feel more like herself than she had in weeks.
That got a rich, amused laugh from Remy. "You'd think I was. But that's what I'm sayin' while the glasses are still empty an' th' bottle's still closed." He fell into step and lead the way to the lake. The advantage of having a private lake and forested grounds was that there were plenty of secluded sots. Remy had already found a favorite by the waterside, a small clearing between three large trees. There was shade, rocks to sit on, and most lines of sight were covered. Perfect.
Terry headed over to the rocks by the water, looking around at the clearing, and the lake. "Nice spot," she commented honestly. She stood on the edge and turned back to Remy, holding the glasses out with a smile.
"Gotta take a nice girl somewhere nice." Remy shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, though the shrug didn't dispel the smirk. He reached into his bag and withdrew a bottle with golden liquid in it. "Only shame is, I'm a bourbon man. If I'd known I'd be entertainin', I'd have rustled you somethin' from over your way."
"I don't think I've ever had bourbon," Terry replied thoughtfully, stepping closer for him to fill the glasses. "I'm sure it'll be nice tasting something from over your way."
"Never? Well, first time for everythin'." Remy filled each of the glasses with a generous measure of the amber liquid. His fingers brushed against hers in a way that MIGHT have been accidental as he took one of them off her. "Well then. To meetin' interestin' new people." He toasted her, before taking a sip of his drink.
She toasted him right back, with a smile that could have been assumed to be about the brief touch of his fingers but that, right then, was actually mostly about the alcohol. She'd missed it! She couldn't wait for that buzz. She'd get back to enjoying him as soon as that buzz hit. She took a first, very healthy, very Irish drink, and smiled again at the burn down her throat. "It's not so different from whiskey. And yet it is."
"Made from mostly the same stuff. Be a bit worryin' if it didn'." Remy waggled the bottle at her to see if she wanted more. Moderation wasn't exactly something he was going to try hard to encourage.
Moderation was no part of her Irish heritage, and she held the glass out with a grateful smile. "I like it."
"Well, plenty more where this came from. Gettin' alcohol is easier than organisin' fake IDs for people." Remy was more than happy to pour her another glass, nd toasted her again. "So you jus' let me know what you need cherie."
Terry frowned at his words, but toasted back and took a drink, momentarily forgetting about what he'd just said in favour of enjoying the hell out of that buzz. She closed her eyes, sighed happily, and smiled as she opened them to look at Remy again. She'd missed this. Her frown now was more curious than anything else. "Are you taking back your offer to get me ID? I'd pay, of course."
She didn't have much money now, but this would be worth it, and then some. Long term investment! She didn't know if he could do it himself or knew people, but either way, giving him something for his trouble made sense.
"Course not!? Remy actually seemed a little bit offended at that suggestion! "I'm a man o' my word. It's jus' that one o' those things is gon' take a lil' bit. An' the other is as easy as drivin' into town." The offended huff didn't last. Or rather, it hadn't really been particularly serious in the first place. Not with how quickly the sly, amused cheer returned. "I jus' believe in deliverin' a complete service.".
Terry bit down on a smile at his last words. "You're going above and beyond," she told him, eyes glinting happily.
"Then I'm doin' jus' enough." Remy decided he liked this girl, she knew how to have fun and didn't seem like she'd shy away from trouble. Definitely fun.
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Awesome log!
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