everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down

[bangyoudead]

It's hard out here for a mutant. (It really is.) Some days you end up so penniless and sad that you've got to do cheap human pet tricks on street corners to scrape up enough money for a box of instant ramen and a pack of cigarettes. Some days you end up living in the sewers or Antarctica (fuck Antarctica, man) or wherever-the-hell-else because

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[unhexed]

"I could get you a cigarette," Wanda says, thoughtfully, drifting past the table edge, "but it'd all be rather moot, as it'd be one of your own."

[bangyoudead]

"Belle, belle, mon cher," oh, god, Remy, really? He's so wounded, Wanda, can't you tell. It's awful. "You're breakin' de masquerade. Or whatever. What's it called?"

[unhexed]

She moves past Remy by a pace, and then leans over his shoulder a little bit, resting one hand against the table ledge for balance. It's playfully flirtatious, and by now they're obviously pretty comfortable with each other -- it's strange to think how long this has been going on, especially since they went into the relationship expecting rapid implosion.

"It's not a masquerade if there's only the two of us right now," she informs him, matter-of-fact.

[bangyoudead]

"An' here I am behavin' myself for once an' everything." The smoke is from his pants being on fire, yes. Remy leans back enough to peer at Wanda. "You wan' your fortune told?"

[ihatethatstory]

Spike has cigarettes, but they are a precious commodity that he doesn't give up easily. He walks to the table and frowns, staring at the paper skeptically.

"Have you had any suckers take you up on that yet?"

[bangyoudead]

"Couple'a very healthy pretty girls," he drawls, fingers still playing with the cards idly. It could be true - with how he looks, and the protective ease of the multiverse, it's certainly not out of the question.

(Besides, Wanda did drop by.)

"You look more like a dealer, homme. What got you curious?"

[ihatethatstory]

There's a shrug as Spike slides his hands into his pockets. As if he has all the time in the world (his ship broke down, he kind of does) he allows his eyes to wander from the paper, to the man, the the ground, and back to the general table area.

"I've seen lots of ways to make a few woolongs. To pass yourself off as some kind of fortune teller takes either a lot of guts or desperation." He reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a worn pack of cigarettes, tapping the bottom against his open palm. "Or both." He doesn't bother to make it a question.

[bangyoudead]

"You could be right." Remy doesn't sound like he has much of an opinion either way - he does have the ability to foretell the future through cards, but it's tricky, and not something he'd ever mess with just fucking around like this. But then, the fortunes aren't the point.

[heardmermaids]

"No cigarettes, but I do have some grapes?" It is a well known fact that tobacco products and grapes are practically of equivalent value when trading for fortunes.

[bangyoudead]

Remy leans back and narrows his eyes, sizing up this dude and giving him a look to suggest, bro, you are not a hot girl, what makes you think you can get away with grapes? But this passes, as his attention is, as ever, teasing.

"Aiight, homme, have a seat."

[heardmermaids]

Look, these are amazing grapes. There may even be apricots in the bag too, if he has to up the payment.

"Thanks." Sebastian sounds a little wary, but it was his own choice to come here and it's quite likely that something else has him spooked.

[bangyoudead]

Your grapes are all good, wizard man. Remy flashes him a grin and leans on his elbows, turning all the cards over then back the other way, before picking them up to shuffle again. While he can read fortunes - accurately - earning cigarettes is not his goal today. He's just seeing what the population is like. But he'll let this go for a bit before testing anything out.

"Don' look so nervous, man, de cards can't give you de kind o'news it's worth lookin' drawn over. You got a question?"

[fireburned]

Harvestman, wearing a hoodie that seems to be attempting to swallow his entire upper body, offers forth the cigarette he's just been chewing on.

It's pathetically damp. Also, a little bent.

[bangyoudead]

Remy recognizes Harvestman, and even if he didn't, his reaction would be the same: to raise his eyebrows and give him a Look.

"Really, man?"

[fireburned]

"I thought it'd be an excellent commentary on my sense of self-worth," he explains, sticking it back into his mouth. Pulling a squashed pack out of his pocket, he offers Remy the least bent one.

[bangyoudead]

There's a dramatic siiiiigh, but Remy takes the offered cig anyway, and motions for the other man to sit down. If he doesn't want to bother with the cards, that's cool, but might as well catch up. He lights the thing with his fingertips (no flames, just a brief red glow).

"What's been goin' on, homme?"

[autumnrusset]

Laura looks at him critically, dangling her Lucky between her fingertips (thnx Don Draper).

"Why'm I givin' you one of my smokes, exactly?"

[bangyoudead]

"Well, pretty lady," Remy begins, leaning on one elbow and smiling. "If you've already decided then it's up to us, no? But if you wan' play de cards, I give you a few rounds~"

[autumnrusset]

That gets a far nastier look than the epithet warrants, and she remarks, "You call me pretty again, I punch your face in," but ever since she met Don there's been a sort of stirring, like an animal waking up, in the place of the dull dead feeling she's had since she came home. It's that, and that alone, that makes her take a step forward.

"So how you plannin' to con me?" She hasn't decided yet whether she's actually going to give up one of the cigarettes.

[bangyoudead]

Remy just raises his hands in a 'I surrender' motion, but doesn't actually look alarmed. In his line of ... work ... you get used to that reaction out of women. (And sometimes men!) He relaxes his posture, though, because it can't hurt to seem less subconsciously threatening.

"You don' want to pay, s'ok by me, I don' hate hangin' out an' practicin'."