[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color] & [color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: LeBeau Casino - New Orleans, Lousiana[/color][/b] [/center]
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Ayita shrugged off her own question as she had been about to roar everyone to silence when their missing red-head [i](the Other redhead)[/i] waltz in. Between the two twins Ayita had to give props where it was due. Marygold was calmer than Chrysi. Though she could respect a bit of rowdy temper, God knew she saw enough of it over at her brother's night club. Though her amber eyes turned to Casper as she arched a manicured brow. [color=ForestGreen]"Why are you talking about kidnapping? We haven't kidnapped anyone lately, that I know of. And I happen to know a lot."[/color] Ayita had a small smirk on her lips, a tell tale sign that she at least had kidnapped a very willing Damon for a few hours. Running a small spying operation with several of the local residences that didn't walk on two legs (generally), Ayita had a fair idea of a thing or two that she shouldn't have had a clue about happening in their home city of New Orleans. Speaking to animals was a very useful thing, especially when you sequestered yourself to a high loft above Lux.

Though her attention was pulled away as her brother shifted about in his seat uncomfortably. Sure, it was was probable that Richard was just having a very bad time with a hangover but something just didn't sit right. He kept looking at her oddly. Like she wasn't quite fitting in her sweater or something. Pressing her lips together she turned her attention back to Gambit with a sly smirk. Though her eyes turned to look at her fool brother. Tapping into the telephatic communication that was a subset of her powers, the shifter snipped at her brother in what could only be the tone of annoyed younger sister. [color=ForestGreen][i]"What is it that is bothering you? Or did the three Britanys take too long last night? I told you, I'd run them off if you wanted. But [b]no[/b], I'm too young to pour drinks for the masses."[/i][/color] It wasn't just helping her brother, Ayita honestly wanted to pick up a thing or two of information. Have a reason to learn a few new tricks to surprise her fiance with. The general gist of stuff and things.

Richard who had found a flask in his suit's pocket was in mid sip of a wonderful concoction of brandy. At least with whatever was going on, he'd have a good stiff drink. Or he would have if Ayita hadn't sent that disturbing thought to him. Brandy nearly sprayed from Richard's lips as the newly realized owner of Lux choked himself into a coughing fit. Ayita. A [i]bartender[/i]. At his [i]night club[/i]?! Oh, no. No, non, non, non. [color=Olive]"Oh, bon sang, non."[/color] And he could speak French quite well, as if this day was not strange enough already. Closing his eyes tightly, the man took several breathes to remember what breathing felt like. [color=Olive]"I do not need a little demon like yourself tending the bar. I want customers, not the police knocking on my door."[/color] He wanted to glare and demand what Ayita meant by '[i]the [b]three Britanys[/b]'[/i]. But this wasn't the time or the place, not in the slightest.

[color=Olive]"So, what a day. What are we here for Remy, I do have ladies that would love to admire me and a club that won't run itself."[/color] Oh, if he needed to play a lavish and lustful night club owner he could do that with ease. It was a mask that was all to familiar to him. It was the face he had worn when he was searching for Ayita and still donned from time to time. In part because it felt good to put it on again.