Remi Fabron

Loic gave a half hearted glance towards the unknown voice just down the bar as his lips pulled into an irritated, thin line. He hasn’t minded being dismissed— the Dominant was taken apparently– mentioned when he was shut down rather forwardly. Someone eavesdropping and then mocking him, however, was less than pleasing. The line itself was meant to be slightly playful and cheesy, intentionally delivered calmly and confidently, leading Loic to defensively respond, “Actually yes. I was hoping to get a laugh or at least a smile, and a line like that is excellent conversation starter. It shows I’m not afraid to be the one to approach nor to offer a well deserved compliment. I wouldn’t have said it if I thought it would fail– It’s simply a bit harder to tell who’s here alone versus spoken for, so naturally there’s a risk it flops regardless of what I say.” He nodded over to a small group of people looking in their direction off to the side as he added, “It wasn’t just a line either.”

Remi wasn’t trying to be disrespectful but it just seemed so funny the way he walked over with all the confidence in the world, and quickly got shot down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’m still trying to get my bearings in this new city and I really don’t know anyone here. So I usually sit and observe people.” She wasn’t lying, she didn’t know many people here, and she figured someone as confident a this guy, he could possibly be someone to introduce her to a lot of people here. 

She hoped she didn’t offend him too much, so she stuck out her hand, “I’m Remi...” She looked at him in the eyes and he seemed familiar, “I think I’ve seen you around the hotel before. I am a housekeeper there, so I usually blend in well.” She happily admitted.

“My buddies bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful Dominant standing by the bar,” Loic delivered playfully as he came up beside the masked stranger. “Wanna buy some drinks with their money?”

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Remi was at the bar, where she had been for most of the night, she was still a bit out of her element here at the ball, because it was not her scene. She wanted to mingle with as many people as she could, but she was still a bit nervous to start conversations. She found her ears assaulted with the with the worst pickup like she had ever heard and she couldn’t help but laugh. Especially when the dominant refused the offer and walked away. She could no longer even hide the fact that she was laughing at the guy now. “Does that usually work?” She said in between laughter.

Gabi nodded, her eyes drifting back to Dulcie just to be sure she really wasn’t hurt; the way she had jumped back into the game was reassuring. “Yes, she’s my daughter - her name is Dulcie. She’s taken worse tumbles than that, but I’m always worried at first. I’m Gabi. And thank you for keeping my secret - I think she would be embarrassed. I was nearly kicked away from my usual spot as a spectator today.”

Remi smiled brightly, “Dulcie, that’s a beautiful name and she plays so well, except for the fall of course.” She laughed and shook her head. “Your secret is safe with me, I wouldn’t want to be the reason you are kicked out of your spot here.” She chuckled lightly and turned back to watch the game in progress, “It’s a nice day for a game though.”

Adelaide had to smile in response to the woman’s confidence. “Do you mind if I ask what you do that has you working so hard?” 

“I am a housekeeper at Castlebrac hotel.” Remi stated nonchalantly. Was it the most glamorous job? No, but it was what she needed to be able to go under the radar and not stick out. “What about you?”

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At her father’s suggestion, Gabi had taken Dulcie for a quick trip back home to Verona, leaving the bakery in her assistant’s capable hands for a little while, and then they returned to all the drama with the Duchess. It was shocking and a little hurtful but Gabi decided to focus more on her family and less on the greater problems in the house. She and Dulcie had gone to the park, where Dulcie and her friends were in the middle of a softball game; it always made her happy to watch her daughter and her friends. When Dulcie tripped and went sprawling though - after the initial lurch of fear that she was hurt, quickly dispelled - Gabi couldn’t help but laugh. “Please don’t tell her I laughed,” she said, “it’ll hurt her pride - oh, you’re not Netty.”

Remi was enjoying her one day off from the hotel and she was going to enjoy the beautiful weather out in the park. She loved seeing so many people out and about, enjoying their days as well. She stumbled onto a group of young girls playing softball and she smiled as she watched them play for a while. Things were going along smoothly until one of the girls took a tumble and fell to the ground. By the way, the woman next to her reacted, it was obvious that it was her child that fell, but then she started laughing when she saw that the girl was okay, which caused Remi to chuckle a bit. She was shocked when the woman addressed her, but she shook her head at the realization that she wasn’t who the woman was expecting. “No I’m not Netty, I’m Remi, but I promise not to tell her that you laughed at her.” She smiled, “She’s your daughter?”

“Hopefully you like it if you ever do.” Adelaide shrugged away the apology, absently running her finger along the edge of her water glass. “It was a blind date set up by a friend of mine, so I couldn’t say which of the options was better since I didn’t know him. What brings you out tonight?”

“It sounds delicious, I can’t wait to try it.” Remi smiled and pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and sat it on the counter. She shook her head when she heard that Adelaide was supposed to be on a blind date, “He probably was a dud, so it was better that he didn’t show up, and now you get to meet someone better...Me!” She giggled and shook her head, “I had a rare day off and I didn’t want to sit at home, so I came to get a drink.” 

“A bellini is essentially peach concentrate with a sparkling wine, so it is an excellent and smooth cocktail.” It was easier to focus on that than the question that came after and she fidgeted awkwardly. “I was supposed to meet someone, but it seems like he isn’t planning on coming.”

Remi nodded with a smile on her face, sure she knew what a bellini was, but to keep up her act, she needed to be the little housekeeper with not too much experience with a lot of things. “That sounds delicious...maybe I would try one someday.” She felt bad for the woman for getting stood up, “It’s his loss because you look amazing tonight.”

16] If you were a dragon what would you horde? 

A dragon...I don’t think I would be a dragon, but if I had to horde anything, it would be a clothing stores. All the high in stores so I can be the most fashionable dragon out there. 17] What Olympic sport would you love to excel at? 

I think I would like to excel in synchronized swimming or curling! LOL 18] What do you think is the worst kind of minor inconvenience? 

Gnats!!!! 19] What’s your favourite natural phenomenon?

Me of course!

Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early? I would love to say that Remi is always on time, but she is not. She has a long history of running a few minutes behind all the time, but she works hard and makes up for her few minutes of tardiness. 

What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? Spring is my favorite...not too hot or too cold. And a spring shower is always nice. And winter is my least favorite.

Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts? She has good eyesight, no contacts or glasses.

A few close ones are enough for me...too many can be too many problems. Especially because I don’t want to get caught with my plan.=

How well does your muse sleep? As hard as I’m working, when I get home I crash!

What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? Very light and sweet.

What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy? Definitely neat, I have practiced a lot on my handwriting over the years. 

Adelaide couldn’t help the way her nose wrinkled a little bit at the mention of vodka. “Maybe I could try a bellini sort of thing with pineapple. It would make for a change.” She figured it was worth the attempt if nothing else, and a single drink would probably still be cheaper than whatever the previous evening had initially intended. “Thank you for the suggestion. I appreciate it.”

Remi nodded and gave the woman a small smile, “That could be good, I mean I have never had a bellni, but I am sure it’s okay.” She nodded as the woman thanked her for her suggestion, “You’re welcome, are you meeting someone here tonight? I mean you look awfully dressed up to be here alone?”

Chuckling and shaking his head, Javan plated up the upscale chicken cordon bleu he’d been working on and drizzled it with a white wine foam he’d made instead of the traditional sauce. “Well, you can tell me what you think of this. Perhaps with enough food you can tell me about some of the most interesting things from today.”

Remi couldn’t lie, she was excited to try the food Javan made. She skipped lunch so she was starving, and everyone knows that there is no better meal than a free meal. She smiled and licked her lips at the plate that was placed in front of her, “Well if this tastes as good as it looks, I will tell you anything you want to know.” She chuckled.