♙ I'm not the man they think I am at home

[allbloodyhail]

Who: Spike & E V E R Y O N E
What: THE BEST ROOMWARMING PARTY EVER!!!!1
When: backdated to February 4th
Where: C1 Floor 2 Room 9 (Spike's room obvs.)
Summary: No one wants to miss the SOCIAL EVENT OF THE SEASON. Also an Angel piñata & Jack Sparrow is the guest of honor. GO CRAZY!

[Spike paced, waiting for the first arrivals. It was barely sundown as he pulled the curtains away from the windows and set various foodstuffs on the counter for general consumption, though the onions are mysteriously disappearing before the party begins. Magic.

The Ramones are playing softly in the background on a stolen boombox, the wine Buffy brought set up next to the whiskey he himself nicked. One would think it'd be impossible to have an anxiety attack without a beating heart...

For once, Spike has ditched his typical black on black for charcoal slacks and a light blue sweater, though the ever-present motorcycle boots haven't gone anywhere. He's ready to make a complete fool of himself, drink in hand as he answers the door.]

Comments

[kineticcajun]

Food, huh. [The gears of the Lebeau Mind are turning. He's got some food that'd just be going bad while he's gone...] T'ink I can drum somethin' up for him.

[Stupidly spicy chilis count as food. Totally.]

Be there in a few, doc.

[Lupin, he's coming for you. And if the chilis don't get you moving, persuasion is just in the cards.]

[redjacketthief]

[He's moving. His motions are half-hearted, distracted, but he's moving. At least he's clean and presentable, and he's gathered the hidden stash of whiskey from his cabinets to bring along. If Jigen notices that their supplies are low, this is why.

No worries, Gambit. Lupin is ready. Mostly. He's tidy, and he has his red jacket on. No one would notice his distraction unless they knew him--and not many people in Luceti knew him well enough to notice.]

[kineticcajun]

[To his credit, Gambit does knock. Not that he has any intention of staying polite if Lupin decides to make this difficult, but still.]

Alright, homme, open up. Shouldn't be keepin' a lady waitin'.

[redjacketthief]

[There's a lady already waiting for Lupin, not that the thief is able to go to her side. He's well aware of the risks involved in keeping ladies waiting.

The knocking, though, rings in his head and makes the throbbing ache more insistent and annoying. He opens the door, and keeps his temper at bay.]

I know, I know. Did ya bring something to eat?

[kineticcajun]

Sure did. [Here, have a small handful of fresh jalapenos. Gambit's innocent act could use some work today, but hey, he's distracted.] Gotta eat your greens, mon ami.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin's a professional rogue with fifteen years on Gambit. That innocent act doesn't get passed even his alcohol-addeled gaze.]

...

I've been drinking. I'm not an idiot. Do you have any real food?

[kineticcajun]

Non. Not if you're lookin' for anythin' that ain't a vegetable.

[He is completely unruffled by that lack of a reaction to the innocent act.]

But you know where they got plenty'a food right now? That party.

[redjacketthief]

[That's good. He'd be shooting you with his remaining bullets if you pulled an octopus out of your pocket. Instead Lupin just closes the door discreetly behind him.]

I'm going, I'm going~~

There's not octopus there, is there?

[kineticcajun]

[Remy shrugs, taking a few steps off in the direction of the stairs, but stopping to wait for Lupin to catch up.]

No clue. Somethin' tells me there ain't. Not exactly the mos' common party snack.

[redjacketthief]

Okay, good!

[He's making his way...slowly. His head is still hurting, but at least he's not swaying or stumbling. Those are good things. very good things.]

...

I think I'm gonna need to have our good doctor look at me later or something...

[kineticcajun]

[Hey, he'll take what he can get. Slowness aside, at least he's moving. And it isn't too far.

Gambit shoots him an amused look.]

That your hangover talkin', or did you have somethin' more romantic in mind? 'Cause I'm not sure I wanna be hearin' your fantasies if it's the second one.

[redjacketthief]

Hangover--you're safe. The only woman I want to fantasize about isn't even here...

...

Oops.

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit glances back at Lupin again out of the corner of his eye, expression carefully masked. That... actually makes him feel a little bad.]

...I didn't hear anythin'. All I heard is "it's the hangover talkin'." C'mon, homme, almos' to the stairs.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin was grateful for Gambit's discretion in covering his lapse in judgement. He'd need to buy the cajun man drinks later, or find something big for them to explode.]

On my way--on my way!

[kineticcajun]

[If anybody can appreciate the value of keeping some things under wraps, it's Gambit. He's a man with a small library of secrets, after all. Someone in the same line of work and older? He'll respect the inevitable secrets.]

Good, good. Sooner you're there, the sooner our belle doctor'll be satisfied. [Beat. He stops and looks back at Lupin again, expression actually serious for a change.] An' if she tries gettin' me to stay wit' the both of you, it ain't happenin'. You can tell her for me.

[redjacketthief]

Thanks. seriously.

[No guile there,just honest gratitude. Lupin picks up the pace, getting his mind back in gear as his steps even by conscious effort. There was no need to show weakness, no need to worry people further.

He matches step with Gambit.]

You? Turn down a party? Any reason, or is that to be kept on the DL?

[kineticcajun]

[He answers the thanks with a small nod, grinning at the question.]

Places to go an' people to see, mon ami. Been in high demand today.

[redjacketthief]

My deepest apologies for taking you away from your important business then! [He nods in understanding, a matching smile on his face despite his mood.] Looks like you're just a popular guy!

[kineticcajun]

[He's definitely not feeling the popular thing after the rollercoaster of encounters today, but it's easier to play along than bring up the mission (or upsetting someone earlier because of it). Grin stays in place, dismissive wave.]

It can wait if it's Adele askin'. But I might not ask so nice next time, homme.

[redjacketthief]

We'll need to make sure that I have coffee and beignets waiting next time you need to pick me up then!