It's a party, ya'll

[athiefalways]

who: Everyone's invited!
what: That potluck he mentioned
when: Saturday afternoon
where: The park
warnings: None so far!


[True to form, Remy pulled out all the stops for this particular potluck. He has it on good authority that Rogue's bringing cornbread, but he's got what seems to be a wireless two-burner setup that he's brought along to the park, one of which is dominated by a very large pot of fragrant and spicy gumbo, and the other by a very large pot of cooked white rice, on warm. There's a small table with plastic-seeming (but totally biodegradable) bowls and utensils, two large coolers (because people might be bringing drinks), two big folding tables (for all the things that might be brought) and a big expanse of the park to cop a squat in and have some good grub, place some outdoors-y things, and have some fun! The park as a grill too, if someone wants to fire it up!]

(OOC: Feel free to post your own starters and have a ball! This is meant to be fun, after all. If you want Remy specifically, let me know! He'll be wandering around.)

Comments

[nobasisinfact]

[Turning his head in toward her neck, he lightly brushed his lips against it before pulling his head up to look at her, smirk mirroring her own. His brows, however, were raised.

If for one moment she thought she was going to get away with staying for the whole picnic, then she was delusional inside her delusion. There was no way he was staying any longer than he had to at this place. Even if he'd just spent a significant amount of time with her, he could do that much more comfortablely at home then here. At home where they were alone and could have a nice cup of tea and coffee; where he could read, and she could rest. It was a far better plan than staying out here where she couldn't. Especially when people like her friend Elizabeth were worried about her lack of sleep.]

I'll accept less time, if that's what you're implying.

[11calls]

[Strand was Strand was Strand, so of course he wasn't going to let her get away with staying for the whole picnic. Of course that didn't mean that Alex wasn't considering doing a little bit of renegotiating for more time. Or at least she might have if he hadn't kissed her neck. It was a little odd as to what counted for things and what didn't, but she still wasn't going to push him on it. After all, it was enough that she'd told someone that they were together, even if she had needed to use the dreaded 'boyfriend' title to do it.

In the end, Alex just rolled her eyes and made the patented Richard Strand sigh that belonged to him and him alone. No one else ever really deserved it as much as he did, especially like right now.]

You are incorrigible, you know that? Yes, yes, twenty minutes. Grab food while I make rounds?

[nobasisinfact]

[His brow raises at her assessment of him. Incorrigible, was it? Richard Strand had been called many, many things in his life, but that wasn't one of them. In fact, he doubted anyone would call him anything even close to that. Anyone, except Alex that is.

He settled on the honest answer.]

That isn't one of the terms commonly used to describe me.

[Then he took a drink from his cup, now three in one and pointed toward the food table. He'd put up with someone else's cooking for the night. It wasn't as if he were looking forward to cooking for the two of them. At least that would have been his answer if someone asked. It really wasn't a big deal. They were living together; there would be plenty of times for that. Besides, it wasn't as if she would understand the significance of it. Instead, it would just be, plesant, which wasn't bad, but also wasn't exactly where he was going with it.

[11calls]

Really? You'd think it would be...

[The sentence trailed off with a grin, and she just shrugged before she took another sip of her drink the way a southern lady would take a sip of her tea. Or the way a meme would occasionally. But she was amused as hell that no one had called him that before. It seemed impossible almost to her that at no point someone else had looked at Richard Strand and not seen someone who was entirely incorrigible around certain things.

Not all, of course, because while Richard could be stubborn and unmovable around some things, there were others that were less ingrained within him. Him wanting to leave a social place early and doing nearly anything he could to do it? Well, definitely incorrigible in that arena. Still, she didn't end with that, when she added:]

Well, I'm your Alex, I need to come up with some things of my own other than 'love', right?

[nobasisinfact]

[He hid the smirk at her comment behind his cup as he drank more of it. After all, there was quite a bit of liquid in it, and he'd drank none of it, till now.

Alex competing with his past was ridiculous. Alex was nothing like anyone or anything he'd had in his past, and their life experiences until their meeting had been vastly different. Even removing social status and the supernatural bend of it all, their whole societal raising was different. Between his generation and hers, things had changed so much.

Besides, he didn't think even Coralee had attempted to find things that she would consider 'Richard Strand relationship milestones.' That was a uniquely Alex Reagan sort of thing.]


I can assure you that my experiences with you are entirely unique.

[He was still hiding the smirk behind his cup, and it caused his voice to be amplified, the amusement in it carrying.]

[11calls]

[Alex didn't need to see him hiding that smirk behind his cup, because she could hear it when he spoke to her. And of course, Alex just broadly grinned at him in return and bobbed her head a bit as if she was taking a bow or something like it. After all, in all the worlds and universes there was only one Alex Reagan, and she was entirely one of a kind and loved it. Of course being one of a kind occasionally had it's drawbacks, but well... Alex didn't mind them so much.

And if Richard thought that Alex was only charting their relationship since had turned into a relationship, he was dead wrong. If someone had asked when they'd had their first fight (at the end of episode 2) or the first time they made up, or the first time she'd managed to make him laugh even when he didn't want to, she would remember that as well. Alex was just one of those annoying sorts of people who never forgot birthdays or anniversaries, even if the two of them weren't exactly on speaking terms when his birthday rolled around. The last two times, Alex had sent an edible arrangement, even if she'd never heard that it got to him or not. (If nothing else, she was sure Ruby enjoyed it.)

This year, she'd make sure that he got it in person one way or another as long as the world didn't end before they got back to it. (But she was thinking that they'd probably still end up being there.)

With a smirk of her own, and her eyes sparkling, Alex was just going to be the one to bait him for a change.]

Well, I hope so, and you haven't even seen anything yet.

[nobasisinfact]

[The idea of Alex doing more then this was, one one hand, frightening. Alex tended to go overboard at the worst of times. This was, arguably the best of them (for her at least). She was bound to go overboard to a degree that Richard wasn't sure anyone else could do. On the other hand, it was a strange sort of nice to have someone want to surprise him like that.

Of course, Richard wouldn't be Richard if he didn't only slightly rise to the bait by adding more of his own. Alex was his, and he liked to think that no one could push her buttons as he could. Of course, he knew that was hubris, but he allowed himself that much where Alex was concerned.

His whole manner fell into a relaxed position, less wholly squared shoulders as he observed her for the reaction. Judging by how off guard she seemed to be he could surmise there would probably be blushing, maybe some indignation, but he doubted that here.]

We live together Alex; I'm sure I've seen most everything by now.

[To punctuate his words he gave her a moderately subtle once-over before taking another drink of his drink..]

[11calls]

[With the comment, Alex definitely turned as crimson as the solo cup he was holding, and she bobbed her head once more, this time letting off a rather loud laugh. He was right in that no one else pushed her buttons in quite the same way that he did, and more than that, Alex didn't allow anyone else to. With most people, she would have just brushed it off or ignored it, but no, Strand received the full on Alex blushing like a kid treatment. At least at first anyway.

With her cheeks still on fire, Alex just reached over and alleviated him of his drink, taking a long sip of it, because there was still a fair amount of it there. If nothing else, she was sure that would be a surprise even if he didn't think that it was a very good one.

Once that was done, Alex put it back in his hand before she moved onto her toes once more, and this time, she did wrap her arms around his neck before she whispered in his ear:]

Most everything is nowhere near everything, my Richard. Not by a long shot.

[If he wanted to play dirty, then Alex could too.]

[nobasisinfact]

[Richard's breath hitched, just a moment as his brain screamed to kiss her. To wrap his arms tightly around her and well, maybe pin her against that tree or bench and show her just how much he indeed wanted to see everything

In fact, his arms moved, wrapping around her tightly as he breathed over her ear.]

Let's go home.

[The words were thick and full of possibilities until his brain finally caught up with him. He couldn't do that, couldn't pull Alex into him and give her every part of him. Armor off completely. Not yet he couldn't. She still didn't remember the choice she'd offered, the promise of dinner and the (false) possibility that there would be no world after Geneva.

His arms loosened as he let her go, slowly, and looked into the nearby trees. He was still having trouble adjusting his emotions and coiling them back inside.]

You should, finish your picnic.