Remy, Amanda - Tuesday afternoon

[xp_daytripper]

Amanda and Remy are setting up the office. Amanda burbles at Remy about the prom, and not knowing about him and Lorna, manages to shred him emotionally. Isn't romance grand?



Amanda had been humming the same song ever since prom - the one she and Angelo had danced too, obviously - and it was possible it was getting on the nerves of her co-workers. But it wasn't like she even noticed it, really, being in such a good mood. Even the work of putting the office together hadn't dimished that. Lugging a cardboard box of files into Remy's office, she kicked on the door a couple of times in lieu of knocking. "Hey, Remy," she said cheerfully. "Pete said this lot was yours?"

"Betsy already claimed de corner office." Remy said, working at his computer. He'd just gotten his system set up and working. "Just dump de files in de corner. I'll get to dem after Jake gets back to me." Remy turned to his computer. "Hear dat, you little ratfuck? E-mail me!"

Dumping the box obligingly on the floor, Amanda straightened, flipping her hair out of her face. "Somehow I don't think he's going to be able to hear you, not unless you've turned into the X-geezer while we weren't looking," she giggled. Amanda giggling. She was in a good mood. "You let me know if you need someone to do the heavy lifting, yeah?"

"Remy not going to do any heavy lifting. Pete left de brownstone to me, so he gets to move de Ikea crap around." Remy tapped a few keys. "Looks like you had fun."

"Or get the gofer girl to do it," Amanda said wryly. She perched herself on the edge of Remy's desk, grinning broadly now. "I did, actually. Completely fucked, isn't it? Me going to a school dance with the dressing up and all and having a good time. I was such a mess before, tho'. Thought they were going to burn me at the stake or something."

"Not allowed. Been 'bout two hundred years since dat one was on de books." Remy leaned back in his chair. "Guess dat some of dem finally got 'round to forgiving you. 'bout damn time."

Amanda shrugged. Whether or not she should be forgiven wasn't something she was going to get into. "Some old faces I haven't seen for a while," she said, changing the topic slightly. "Marie's back, for one. She and I caught up for a bit - she's doing good. A few new faces as well."

"Marie? Wonderful." Remy said sourly. She had certainly not been one of his favourite people back in the mansion. "Looks like lots of de birds are coming back to roost. Dey going to have to start adding additions or something."

Remy had heard about the dance before, and even briefly wondered whether or not Lorna would want him to go. But that would have been ridiculous. She certainly didn't want to be associated publically with him in a romantic sense.

"Hey, I was glad to see her - we used to be mates. Still could be, after the other night." She poked her tongue out him briefly, in too good a mood to let his sour attitude get her down. "There's a few new students too, though I didn't get to talk with them much. Oh, and they've got in a new counsellor. Actually qualified and all."

"You bet he is. Met him a week ago. Turns out dat he's crazy." Remy snorted, thinking back to his meeting with Haller. "Got something messed up in his brain. Been working wit' Xavier for years or something after burning down things or something."

"That makes sense - only a mad bastard could handle the job. Look at who's done it before." Amanda snorted a laugh. "Still, they seem to like him well enough. Tore up the floor with Lorna when they started playing this fuck-awful swing music."

"Dat right?" It was only a dance after all. People were supposed to dance with all kinds of people at a dance. It didn't mean anything, right? "Guess all de X-Men were out dere trying to dance like de kids, neh?"

Amanda shook her head. "Not really. The chaperones were mainly the grads - Marie, Angelo, a couple of others. Lorna organised the thing and I guess she roped this Haller bloke into coming with her."

Of course, Lorna found someone else to go with her. Remy sighed, keeping the crushing emotional strain off his face. It made sense. Worst of all, he couldn't blame her at all. "Sounds like quite de party. Good dat you had fun, petite."

Remy shook himself mentally. He needed to drop by the mansion. He could pop in and talk to her before jumping to conclusions. The problem was that he was sure Amanda was likely right.

She grinned again. "Like I said, I was surprised. In the good way. Mind you, the last formal do I went to ended with Selene trying to suck Manuel's personality out of him, so yeah, wouldn't be hard to improve on that." Glancing at her watch, she pulled a face. "I'd better run - Betsy wanted me to go with her to get something or other." She rolled her eyes. "Can we go after the evil cults again? That was fun."

"Remy see what I can dig up." Remy nodded as she left his office, before settling back into his new black mood.