7th Drabble-Day of Christmas!
For castoffstarter, who requested Gambit with Ginny Weasley in Gotham.
Title: Collision
Characters: Gambit, Ginny Weasley
Word count: 341
Rating: PG
Remy had just decided that eating alone would be a welcome change when the pretty redhead sat down on the barstool next to him.
“Do you have firewhiskey?” she asked the bartender, a cute British crispness coloring her words.
The bartender shook his head.
“Damn,” she said. “I’ll take something strong, then.”
“Rough night?” Remy asked as the bartender turned away.
The redhead jumped, just a bit, then turned to him. “Quite,” she said.
“Would dinner make it better?” Remy said. “A belle femme like yourself shouldn’t be left to drink alone.”
She began to shake her head, then stopped. “Why not?” she said. She stuck her hand out. “I’m Ginny.”
“Remy,” he replied.
Minutes later, a healthy tip earned them a table in the crowded dining area of the Iceberg Lounge.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” Ginny said, looking at the penguin on the front of the menu as though she expected it to break into a dance, “but do many Mu-, I mean, Americans have eyes like yours?”
Figured he’d picked someone hung up on mutancy.
“Just me, cherie,” he said as blase as he could. “‘m special.”
She nodded, looking embarrassed to have ever brought up the subject. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I just haven’t spent much time with... others.”
Remy shrugged and decided they needed a change of conversation if he were going to enjoy this meal. “Why were you so down earlier?”
“That? Oh,” Ginny said. She toyed with a breadstick, swishing it and flicking it like a dainty swordfighter. “I’m just having some difficulties with things from back home. It’s complicated.”
Remy grinned. “I understand that. But you’re here, and there’s food, and dancing, possibly on the tabletop if I’m lucky. So want to forget about all the complications at home, and enjoy the evening?”
That way he wouldn’t have to think of everything going on back home.
Ginny smiled. “Sounds wonderful.”
She was pretty when she smiled, he thought, and pushed out the thought of auburn hair instead of flaming red.
Title: Collision
Characters: Gambit, Ginny Weasley
Word count: 341
Rating: PG
Remy had just decided that eating alone would be a welcome change when the pretty redhead sat down on the barstool next to him.
“Do you have firewhiskey?” she asked the bartender, a cute British crispness coloring her words.
The bartender shook his head.
“Damn,” she said. “I’ll take something strong, then.”
“Rough night?” Remy asked as the bartender turned away.
The redhead jumped, just a bit, then turned to him. “Quite,” she said.
“Would dinner make it better?” Remy said. “A belle femme like yourself shouldn’t be left to drink alone.”
She began to shake her head, then stopped. “Why not?” she said. She stuck her hand out. “I’m Ginny.”
“Remy,” he replied.
Minutes later, a healthy tip earned them a table in the crowded dining area of the Iceberg Lounge.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” Ginny said, looking at the penguin on the front of the menu as though she expected it to break into a dance, “but do many Mu-, I mean, Americans have eyes like yours?”
Figured he’d picked someone hung up on mutancy.
“Just me, cherie,” he said as blase as he could. “‘m special.”
She nodded, looking embarrassed to have ever brought up the subject. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I just haven’t spent much time with... others.”
Remy shrugged and decided they needed a change of conversation if he were going to enjoy this meal. “Why were you so down earlier?”
“That? Oh,” Ginny said. She toyed with a breadstick, swishing it and flicking it like a dainty swordfighter. “I’m just having some difficulties with things from back home. It’s complicated.”
Remy grinned. “I understand that. But you’re here, and there’s food, and dancing, possibly on the tabletop if I’m lucky. So want to forget about all the complications at home, and enjoy the evening?”
That way he wouldn’t have to think of everything going on back home.
Ginny smiled. “Sounds wonderful.”
She was pretty when she smiled, he thought, and pushed out the thought of auburn hair instead of flaming red.