Wha's up, mes braves? Name's Remy LeBeau, but t'dose I ain' know, I'm Gambit. You c'n go ahead an' fo'get dat firs' name right about now.
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Remy sat beside her with a soft smile. "So mebbe's time y'take control. Take a risk, see where it leads ya."
Betty sipped at the beer. “I wish it was that easy, my dad is gonna make me date him because he feels like Leonard is an acceptable man for me to date, I’ve never had control over my own life…like ever.”
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"So don' date him. An' if he try anyt'in', I'll step in an' set 'im straight."
“My dad mostly being an ass about this guy he wants me to date and I really don’t wanna date him.”Leonard Samson he is such as asshole.”
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"Please, no need f'thanks. Wha's on y'mind?"
Betty nodded a bit and took the beer that he held out to her. “Yeah and thanks.”
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He smiled and grabbed a couple beers from the fridge. "So, wanna talk about it, chere?"
Betty blushed a bit but walked inside of Remys room.
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"C'mon in an' we see jus' how good we make ya feel." He slips away from her arm and opens the door, smiling wider.
Betty smiled. ” thanks I feel a bit better now actually , I normally hold everything in for a lot longer and it leads to a breakdown.
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He pulls her into a gentle, brief hug, smiling as he pulls back. "Well clearly he don' know dat y'all be closer t'an angel den a killer."
Betty gave Remy what she hoped looked like a smile and mummerd a thanks. But then sighed ’ my dads just an asshole who has my life planned like what guy he wants me to date then he turns around and blames my mom dying on me.’
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He offers her a sympathetic smile and rests his free hand on her shoulder. "We don' gotta talk about it, chere, if y'don' wanna."
Betty smiled. That actually sounds really cool a lot better than being the daughter of a general” Betty said with a bit of anger and hurt in her voice when talking about her father
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"Well, we own some clubs, a fancy restaurant o' two. We big, chere." He smirks. "Real big."
Betty laughed a bit. “Really like what?” She questioned as they walked up to his dorm.
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"Hey, 'salright girl. Now you c'n say ya do. An' if y'go back, d'LeBeau name, jus' sayin' y'know a LeBeau, gets ya a lot o' cool t'ings."
Um not that I can remember sorry” Betty said ducking her head away from Remy.
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"Oh, really? E'er hear o' th'LeBeau family?"
Betty laughed a bit. “I was there when I was really little my dad was in the army so I was there for a while.”
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"Right on d'money. Cajun, specifically. Come from N'awlins."
Betty smiled a bit. “Thanks, and that’s an interesting accent I’m assuming down south?” Betty asked
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"Betty, da's a nice name. Classic. Like you's classically gorgeous."
Betty blushes lightly when Remy offers her his arm. “I’m Betty.”
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He, in true gentlemanly fashion, offers the lady his arm as they walk. "Name's Remy, by d'by."
Betty smiles a bit. “Sure.” She gets up and follows him
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He smiles and motions to the side. "To m'dorm, den?"
“Um , I normally would decline but sure.
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Den mebbe we should get a drink. Might help. Ol' Remy all ears if y'needa talk.
No, I need some sort of distraction right now
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billionairesarepeopletoo replied to your post: Hi, Remy, I haven’t seen you in a while!
I’ve been running away from company board meetings.
I know dat feelin' all too well.
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Wouldja mind terribly?
I could help if it’s that science one
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