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Post by Gambit on Jun 27, 2010 4:55:56 GMT
This was the last drink he was going to have before attempting to get some sleep, he'd had enough JD and coke to pretty much guarantee a dreamless sleep. Though the coke content in his glass was pretty much just for show, in case any of the students decided to get the munchies in the middle of the night. He closed one red on black eye as he tried to see the time... it was a quarter past... something late, gladly it didn't matter too much because it was a Saturday... well technically Sunday. Basically if anyone tried to wake him in the morning they would get a kinetically charged card to the face, and one pissed off, hungover Cajun.
Nobody wanted that.
He shrugged off the trench coat after pulling out his cigarettes and lighter, leaving it to drape over the chair before he stood up and moved to the side counter with his drink, rolling his shoulders some so they would begin to un-tense. He looked casual as usual, dark fitted tee shirt and jeans, and of course boots. Boots that were going to get him a mental lashing if any of the hellions watched him leap up on the pristine white counter and open the window.
He plopped himself down, half hanging out of the window as the night air rushed in, sobering him up a little, but not much. He proceeded to light the cigarette, setting the glass down by his side.
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Post by Amp on Jun 27, 2010 12:44:32 GMT
It had been a long night for Cel. She had been up most of the night memorizing the people that she had to come into contact with every day. With more students coming in, it was more work for her. She didn't mind the extra work, really she didn't. What she minded was not having a cigarette in her hand and a drink by her side while she did it. Smoking indoors was frowned upon. So many people had allergies. Drinking? Well.. Cel had an extensive liquor supply here, but she never touched it. Drinking alone always left her in tears. She was reminded of her past, of things that happened. She was very much a lone entity in this place. While she was a faculty member, she wasn't a teacher. She took care of them too. It was hard to develop relationships with people you were supposed to counsel. Hell, by most standards, that was frowned upon in the outside world, but this wasn't the outside world. This was Xavier's. Cel walked into the kitchen, totally missing the fact there was a man in the window. She had been in her office until just recently. She had long since put up her dreads in a messy bun, but she hadn't changed out of what she now considered her work uniform. She opened the fridge to look inside when the smell of jack and cigarettes hit her nose. She looked up, half expecting to see someone. She blinked with she looked at Remy. Her head tilted slightly. Her mind raced through who he was. Remy LeBeau aka Gambit. Staff. The rest of his details raced through her mind. She gave him a smile and straightened. "Good evening, Gambit." The need to drink rose with the awareness that someone else was drinking. She eyed his glass then him, giving him a bit of a grin. "Is this a party for cajuns only or can anyone join?" The thought of spending some time outside of her job with another staff member was.. well.. it was quite a pleasant thought. Cel gave him a warm smile. Her eyes flicked to the window as a nicotine fit hit. How long had it been since she smoked? The last cigarette she remembered was the one she had during lunch. And that was almost twelve if not more hours ago. "Hope you don't mind.." She hopped up on the counter on the opposite side of the window from Remy. A pack of cigarettes came out as well as a lighter. She lit it and stashed her cigarettes away once again. It was good to feel the smoke in her lungs, the nicotine rushing through her veins. "Bad night?" She nodded her head towards the glass beside Gambit. She gave him an evil grin. "Wanna talk about it?" Of course she didn't really mean it. She wasn't on the clock, but if he took the opportunity, who was she to deny him? |
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Post by Jean Paul Beaubier on Jun 27, 2010 18:55:22 GMT
"I am never doing... that again." Jean-Paul laughed to himself as he made his way stumbling up the stairs of the Massachusetts Academy. He could only laugh at the abysmal night he had. Drinking way, way to much. Getting hit on by most of the bar patrons and getting into a bar fight with a jealous queen with two much hair product and not enough brain cells. He had decided to call it a night and had drunkingly ran the entire way home from New York. He loved the city better than Boston when it came to clubbing. The men were usually hotter and the music was always decent. Right now to much vodka was flowing through his veins and his heightened metabolism was not kicking in fast enough for his liking. He sped up as he entered the door to the mansion hoping to get to the kitchen before being seen by any late night snackers. In his drunken state he missed the entrance to the kitchen hitting the adjacent wall and fell over from the force. All he could do was laugh at himself as he laid there in a drunken stupor. As he looked around he saw the sight of two other people in the kitchen window. Upon seeing the familiar brown and dusty trench coat he sobered up slightly and let out an embarrassed "Fuck". No way would the Cajun let him live this one down. He just let his head lightly fall back giving into his drunken state.
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Post by Gambit on Jun 28, 2010 2:02:01 GMT
I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN ME BUT I'M HAPPY NOW THAT SHE'S WITH ME- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His brows raised as he watched the woman enter the kitchen, still dressed in what some would call work attire. He half recognized her, he remembered the brief introduction the Professor had made when she joined them at the institute as the resident shrink, but for the moment her name eluded him. Inwardly he hoped that she wouldn't notice him, he hated it when people tried to get all up inside his head, he knew he was a jaded son of a bitch, he did not need to be told this by anyone at quarter past late in the morning.
"Miss...Celestina, correct?" He straightened a little also when she noticed him, he hoped that it was her name. His eyes followed hers to his drink, he knew that he should have took it up to his room. "Wouldn' be a very lively party if it was, not dat its much of one t'begin wit" He half chuckled, so she had read his notes eh? He was curious to exactly what was in those little brown files.
He shuffled back as the teal haired lady joined him on the window ledge, it seemed his addictive personality was infectious. He made a small 'Heh' sound as she asked him about his night "Bad... couple of years" He said glancing up and out of the window, he wished Rogue was here, it wasn't like they could snuggle up in bed or anything but... knowing she was there was... peaceful.
Remy arched a brow as she asked him if he wanted to talk about it, he hoped she was joking "Deres some ground rules if y'wanna drink wit' me, Blue... number one is dat ah don' talk 'bout t'ings... numer two..." He grinned as he flicked the ash from his cigarette out of the window, his list was somewhat interrupted by a blur and a loud bang, he leaned forward to see the giggling heap on the floor. He flashed a look to Cel before the grin almost split his face in two as he recognized the drunken speedster "Jean-Paul, 'ow nice of you to join us" He laughed, "Y'didn' 'av to dress up all nice for me an' de fille though, am flattered"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - status // LOL words // Wouldnt you like to know? outfit // Usual black tee, jeans and boots, the trench is at the table! tag // Cel lyrics // everything i ask for; the maine. template // FEARLESS !? @ caution 2.o |
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Post by Amp on Jun 28, 2010 13:26:31 GMT
Cel flinched a little when Remy used her full name. She laughed softly and shook her head, raising her hands, almost in a defensive position. "Please, Gambit... Cel or Amp. Preferrably Cel when we're off duty." She laughed softly and shook her head. "I always feel like I'm in trouble if someone calls me Celestina." A mempry flashed behind her eyes. Her husband always teased her by calling her Celestina. She shook her head some, clearing the memory from her head before it reached her eyes. She gave him a grin and shrugged. "I suppose not, but one Cajun is enough for three parties, am I wrong?" She grinned wickedly. She had been to New Orleans a few times.
Cel nodded. She knew the sentiment very well. She took a drag from her cigarette and considered things. "My mother told me something once. She said that bad comes hand in hand with good. The more you suffer, the greater the reward." Cel laughed as she looked into Remy's eyes. "Something years worth of good is coming your way. It might be a small token that reminds you of your humanity. It might be something big. You never know.." She laughed softly and shook her head some.
Cel's lips turned up in a devilish grin as he began naming off his "rules". "Blue", eh? There was a specific name to her color, but she supposed she could live with "blue". She leaned back, letting the cigarette hang from her lips. She jumped when Jean-Paul slammed into the door way. Her eyes went wide as she swallowed some. She shook her head as the smile increased. He absolutely reeked of alcohol. Was she cursed to be the only sober one here? She'd have to catch up. "Good evening.. and I do belive you gentleman have me at a disadvantage.." She slid off the counter and headed for the fridge. She opened the freezer and shuffled around a bit before pulling out a frosty bottle. She grabbed a cup and poured the liquid straight in. She sniffed it and shook her head, leaving the bottle for the other two, though she'd have to watch the speedster.
"Now that I have enough drink to level the playing field.." She laughed and shook her head. "I don't believe I've gotten to you yet, Jean-Paul..." She offered her hand. "Cel Saiphae. Resident psychologist and bartender extraordinare."
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Post by Jean Paul Beaubier on Jun 29, 2010 2:53:39 GMT
Slowly getting up Jean-Paul rubbed his forehead where it had hit the wall. He shook it off as he quickly got to his feet and could already see the smug look forming on Remy's face. Of all the nights the swamp rat could be up wallowing in what smelt like Jack Daniels and pity, it had to be tonight. Damn Apocalypse for setting this accursed plague on his home, in the form of Xavier's band of merry idiots and their X-brats. If it was the last thing he did he would make the bastard pay for this torture.
"Jean-Paul, 'ow nice of you to join us. Y'didn' 'av to dress up all nice for me an' de fille though, am flattered."
He gave Gambit a look that could kill. He shared a love hate relationship with the Cajun. While saying the two were friends was a huge stretch they were acquaintances. The man really knew how to drive Jean-Paul up the wall and in fact seemed to revel in it. Jean-Paul took a deep breath and sighed. He walked into the kitchen and leaned on its counter. The slight smell of cigarette smoke lingered and his eyes were drawn to the window.
"You wish Remy. Like I would waste my night with the likes of you. By the way, you do know that Emma has a very strict no smoking on campus policy that is applied to both staff and students?"
Jean-paul smiled wickedly at the offending mutant. He could care less about smoking he just liked to bug the hell out of Remy. He looked past Remy to see another woman with him. Her teal hair stood out against the sexy Liberian look she had going for herself. She smiled and spoke offering her hand.
"I don't believe I've gotten to you yet, Jean-Paul..." "Cel Saiphae. Resident psychologist and bartender extraordinare."
He smiled curtly and took her hand, shaking it. Lucky for both her and Lebeau, Northstar was in an unusually jovial mood or he would have tore them in two for messing up the kitchen so badly. He looked around to see empty glasses open liters of cokes, and an almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
"And you never will with psychologist after your name. But I can definitely use a bartender extraordinare."
He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and walked her toward the bottle of liqouer she had just poured. He smiled indicating he would like a glass as well. It was then that he realized where Remy was sitting. He again gave the Cajun the skunk eye and folded his arms as if he were talking to one of his students. He gave the "I'm extremely pissed but also disappointed" look that turned most of his students into crying puddles of prepubescence.
"If you don't get your Cajun behind off that windowsill immediately. I will break both of those chicken legs of yours. This isn't Xaiver's barn of a home. Thats actual marble tile you backwoods hick."
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