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MARRIED

He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, she was just stunning, and the way she laughed. It felt like everyone had danced with his new wife except for him. He tried to cut in a few times but she shot him down. She didn't just give in like all the other women he had ever met. He didn't know what to think of her. So he just sat there comforting himself with his drink.

But then, something snapped and he had enough. He could have sworn she was flirting. Was he jealous? No that couldn't be it, Remy LeBeau doesn't get jealous. She is his wife, and that is just not a way to behave. He stood up and made his way over to her on the dance floor. As he was about to reach her, the dance ended and they broke apart, and as he was about to walk away she noticed him.

"Ah suppose ya wantin' ya dance now?" She gave him a heartfelt smile that washed all of his anger away.

"Oui." Then he smiled back at her.

"Well, come on then. Ah don't bite." She gracefully held out an arm to him.

"Merci."

"For what?" Then the music started to play.

"For decidin' ya can finally dance wit ya husband." He smirked.

"Well, we might as well beh civil since we're stuck together." He looked at her appologetically.

"Je suis desole for earlier."

"Ah know, ya said that already."

"Oui, mais sometimes Remy seem ta get ahead of himself." She looked up at him.

"Ya do realize that we don't know anythin' 'bout one 'nother. Ah'm not just gonna jump inta bed with ya just 'cause Ah married yeah."

"Pardonez-moi?"

"Ah said-"

"Non. Remy heard ya, but why ya say that?"

"Where else were ya gonna take meh that was inside the house. Everythin' was out here."

"Guess ya caught Remy then chere." There was that smirk again.

"Mais oui monsieur."

"Ya know french."

"Mais naturellement."

"Ya southern too?"

"Gee, what gave meh away, mah accent?" Ah laugh.

"Ya have a beautiful laugh." Ah stop and look away from him.

"Ya don't have ta stop 'cause o'me. It was just a compliment."

"Ah know." There was an awkward silence.

"Ya hungry."

"A lil'. Still haven't been able ta eat any cake. Everybody just had ta dance with meh."

"Can't blame them."

"Yeah, Ah guess. The whole dance with the bride thing."

"Non, dance wit the most belle femme in the room."

"Whay do ya keep lookin' at meh like that?"

"Desole. Is Remy makin' ya uncomfortable?"

"A lil." They sat down and he brought her a small plate of food.

"Thank ya."

"De rein. Does Remy make ya feel uncomfortable."

"A lil. Ah don't like ta beh stared at, and Ah don't even know ya."

"Non, mean mes yeux."

"No, Ah like ya eyes. It's the way ya lookin' at meh."

"What's that?"

"Looks like ya gonna drag meh back inta the house like earlier."

"Why would that be bad?"

"Whatevah. Ya asked."

"Oui."

"So-"

"What's with the questions?"

"Well, ya want ta get ta know Remy, non?"

"Yeah, but it's all towards meh. Yah still didn't answer mine."

"But ya already answered it."

"Guess ya right." Then he pulled out a cigarette.

"Those thing's 'll kill ya."

"So will a lotta other things, chere."

"Fahne, kill yaself, but Ah'm not goin' with ya. 'Least when ya dead Ah can beh free of ya." She stood up.

"Naggin' already." She narrowed her eyes and turned towards the house and walked off in a fast pace.

"What 'bout the cake chere?"

Over her shoulder she called out, "Ya know what ya can do with it!" He just smiled as he saw her slam the door behind her. He enjoyed riling her up. Maybe this wouldn't be quite so fruitless anyhow.