Remy’s tattoos are important to him, any good sailor worth his salt has tattoos. All of his tattoos came at an important time in his life. He has a four leaf clover on his left ring finger. He got it when he turned sixteen. It was a part of his Irish heritage, and because when he got married he wanted to have good luck. The ship in a bottle on the inside of his left forearm he got when he got his first ship. He got the compass on his chest to guide his heart when he first met Nikki. The pirates flag on his shoulder blade he got when he was eighteen. Remy had a few violent mood swings and adopted the mantra “A pirates life for me,”. The life preserver and anchor is for Nikki and Sausage. Nikki is his anchor, she keeps him settled. If he didn’t have her, he would let his temper get the better of him without fail. Sausage is his life preserver, keeping him afloat and happy. The two of them together work to keep Remy centered and calm. Now that he has them, he feels like he sailing on glassy waters, before he had them Remy’s emotions were like a hurricane. These tattoos are a reminder of the major trials Remy faced growing up.
"Yeah more so when all of your closest friends hate her…I was mean to her too until I finally just told her the truth. Then she ran away from me." He was still very upset about that he still didn’t know what he had done wrong, he did nothing more then hold her hand and she had let him. "The beautiful Brown haired girl in the long white dress over there."
"That’s pretty rough. I’m sorry to hear that." Remy rubbed the back of his neck. "So, what you’re saying is that you teased her because everyone else was and you liked her, but you only just told her now. Dude, don’t do that. Like if you like her, you have to tell, which you did, good on you. Did you apologize for teasing her? That’s step two. Step three you have to really show her how sorry you are, step four, do not expect a relationship out of this just because you apologized. In the end it’s her choice." Remy looked over to where he was pointing. "She’s very pretty."
Richard hadn’t realized that he was speaking out loud or that anyone would really be paying attention to the lonely Blonde kid. Seriously he couldn’t find anybody and it really was still early into the night but he was thinking about leaving. Plopping into the chair he kicked his feet up onto the table leaning back in his chair.
"I’m a spineless guy…should’ve just asked her myself."
"Ehh, you aren’t spineless, just…nervous. It’s harder then it looks to ask someone you like out." Remy looked over at the boy he was holding the conversation with. He looked young and like he had his heart broken. "Which one is she?"
Richard didn’t want to be here anymore, at first the grand ball sounded exciting and like it might just be the coolest thing to happen in this town for the longest time even better then the festival that happened during the summer. That was until he saw Vanessa on the arms of another blonde haired boy, he hadn’t seen her since she ran off on him and he was hurt by that alone turning his attention back to the party and dancers.
His pride was wounded but he wouldn’t say anything. Of course and he figured that him and Vanessa were right back to where they started pretending the other didn’t exists that hurt more then he thought it would. “God tonight just sucks…”
Remy was waiting on Nik to finish up in the bathroom. Things were starting to wind down for the two of them and they were about ready to leave. He was tired and starving, ready to make some chicken nuggest for him and Nikki. He sat at a table that he thought was empty, and was a little surprised when he heard someone speak.
"Why’s that my friend?"
Milo looked up at the man, still embarrassed. “I think it was a little of both our faults” he said giving a apologetic smile. “No, I’m fine no harm done” he said looking himself over. “I didn’t hurt you either, did I? We collided pretty hard”
Remy chuckled. “This place is a little distracting.” He smiled. “That’s good, I’m glad you’re okay. And I promise I’m okay. No harm done, like you said.” Remy held out his hand to shake. “I’m Remy. It’s nice to meet you.”
"Hi Remy, nice to see you again" she smiled. She then remembered the troubles she had had with her car. It had cost a good bit of money to replace the spark plugs, but it was worth it. Now it was running smoothly, not like new, but better. "Yeah, I got everything fixed now, no more problems so far"
"That’s really good to hear." Remy was glad that everything was sorted out, he didn’t want to see her on the side of the road again. "If you ever need someone to make an appointment for a mechanic I’m your guy." Remy laughed. He could fix a ship’s engine with ease but cars were another story.
Graham had been making his rounds about town. Usually he did that in the squad car but today felt like a nice day for a walk so he’d done it on foot. He was just about finished up when a man caught his attention. “Sure.” He said with a shrug, walking over. He hadn’t found anything else that he needed to do urgently so helping a citizen didn’t seem like a bad idea besides that what the sheriff was supposed to do right? Help the people. He walked over to the man. “What’s the problem?”
"I was just about to call you guys, I pay my bills and I’m not behind on anything, but my power is out. I don’t know if there was like a widespread outage or what, but my wife wants me to fix it. I don’t really know how, so I was wondering if you guys wouldn’t mind taking a look, I’ll pay you." Remy was dying to get this fixed and get it fixed quick.
"No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, you just caught me off guard" she said calmly. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Moor. I am Mira White" she smiled
"The very same to you Ms. White." He smiled. "So, is this your shop?"
Nikki had never cared much that Remy wasn’t a dancer. Some people just didn’t dace, there was nothing wrong with that, she could dance, but it wasn’t her entire life. When things like this ball came around, she would dance a little, then find something to keep herself entertained with. There was nothing wrong with that. It made her happy. Remy though, like usual, was full of surprises. The last thing that she’d expected from him was that he’d be dragging her to dance with him. A grin came over her face as she watched him, she’d never be one of those wives that complained about what their husband couldn’t do. Remy tried to do everything for her, even if it wasn’t necessary. Shaking her head, she let out a soft giggle before starting to dance with him.
"Surprise!" Remy said with a huge grin on his face. The two of them were going to dance the night away. "I’m pretty great at this dancing thing now actually. Maybe not as good as you…" His eyes travelled up and down Nik’s body watching her move. He kissed her cheek. "Maybe later we can have a dance battle. I’ll win of course." He laughed and looked around at the dance floor. Oh yeah, he was the worst dancer here.