Take a Break With Me

laughing like children, living like lovers & I guess that's why they call it the blues. "It is a good thing I am here then." Remi said, giving her a sympathetic smile and extending his hand for the bottle. His forefinger suddenly elongated into a long and black curved claw. Gently he pricked the cork with the end what was not so much a claw as a talon, inserting it deep into the wood. When he was sure that he had a good grip, he pulled and twisted, forcing the cork out with a satisfying popping sound. With a furrowed brow but that amused smile on his lips—she was so perfectly adorable like this it was hard not to, though even he could see it wasn't helping—Remi tilted his head slightly. Pouring them each a glass (and then adding a bit more into Phoebe's cup for good measure), Remi leaned back against his chair. "Who?" He prodded gently, feeling as though the wine and sudden exasperated outburst about a man (a stupid one at that) were probably connected.