Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

Logan -- Remy's Logan, the properly short one -- had happened to be coming through Baltimore last night, so Remy had gone out drinking with him. He had to tell him all about his weirdly tall doppelganger, after all! And, well. Remy had a bad habit of trying to keep up with the Wolverine when they went out drinking, and for once they hadn't been interrupted by ninjas or assassins or ninja assassins, so Remy had ended up housed.

Yeah, he wasn't sure why he'd tried to come to work today in this condition, either.

He had his head down on the sales desk, a damp washcloth over his eyes, and was hoping for a nice, slow day. And, well, uhhhhh . . . have a sale on antique boozy stuff. Sure.

[open! And only SORT OF method RP!]

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[totalwildcard]

Slow, he was probably going to get. But if he also happened to be hoping for quiet, well...

That loud and unnecessarily stompy noise was Harley coming down the stairs from the apartment above.

[knightinshinarmor]

"Mon Dieu," Remy groaned, pressing the cloth more fimrly to his face. "Why, Harley? Why?"

[totalwildcard]

Because he was in her house, that was why!

Not that Harley even knew he was there before she made it into the actual store through the back. "Frenchie? You look like shit!"

She sounded unapologetically gleeful about that, of course.

"I can only hope it was a rough night, too."

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy swiped the washcloth off and peered bleerily at her.

"Hate to crush your hopes, chef. I was out with a friend."

[totalwildcard]

"Ah, well, ya can't always have it all," Harley replied easily - and reached out to run her hand along some chimes hanging off a candelabra or whatever the fuck that thing was, much like a cat knocking a thing off the edge of a table with the full knowledge it was being observed.

The ensuing sound was very... chime-y. Lots of things clinking together, and not just once, either.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy squeezed his eyes shut in a sharp wince. "Did you need something?"

[totalwildcard]

"You could leave?" Harley suggested. Helpfully. "If you're findin' the environment to be hostile to your current condition."

She flicked one of the chimes with her fingers, with great precision.

[knightinshinarmor]

If Remy had lived a different kind of life -- one, for instance, in which he'd ever worked a standard job before -- he might make some comment about hostile work environments.

But he wasn't, so he just rolled his eyes. (And immediately regretted it.)

"Am I fired?"

[totalwildcard]

"You should be," Harley chirped.

To what had been... very clearly a yes/no question.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy sighed and put his head back down on the counter.

[totalwildcard]

"Also fuck you for not setting off the trap."

If Harley sounded all too cheerful about saying that, it was only because as soon as she moved, she carelessly kicked another thing that made a great big annoying noise.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy put his arms over his head.

"I'm a professional thief, Harley," he grumbled. "I don't set off traps."

[totalwildcard]

Harley raised her eyebrows even if he wasn't looking. It was for her. "What, ya think I don't know what you are? Aside from yet another guy with his head way too far up his own ass."

Sorry, Remy.

"Like, sure you're a professional, but so am I."

[knightinshinarmor]

Well. It wasn't like that was the worst thing anyone had ever said about Remy. Including most of his friends!

He picked his head up just far enough to give her a Look.

"Then try harder next time." He managed a small smile. "Lot harder. Now I know it's coming."

[totalwildcard]

"It might not be," Harley replied, with something of a haughty tone, now. "Dunno if you're worth the effort."

[knightinshinarmor]

"I am." He put his head back down. "But we'll see."