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Welcome to the Dark Side of New Orleans (Kayla)
"...where the living are easily lost. And the dead stick around to play." said the long-haired man directing the street tours of the French Quarter.
Brianna rolled her eyes even as she led Kayla down the street behind the obvious tourists of the city. She held Kayla's hand smiled as she looked up and down the streets at the French-influenced architecture and the people that milled about the area. A portion of her heritage came from this place and sometimes it was still hard for her to believe. She'd been raised in the luxury and class of England but her father, the mutant thief extraordinaire known as Gambit, was determined that his little girl would not grow up not knowing how to survive when the money ran out or she wasn't able to live as high on the hog as her mother taught her. Granted, her mother also never allowed her live without defenses but her father taught her to thieve, to con and to take what others weren't watching and use it for her benefit.
She'd never had the chance to really use her skills but she was glad to be here with someone she cared about. Brianna didn't think about the added benefit that this kept her from discussing her relationship with Kayla with her mother and father. She had no idea how they'd take it and, right now, she didn't want to know.
"Are you having any fun yet?" Brianna asked Kayla.
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The wings arrived a few minutes later and Brianna bit into one, making sounds of pure enjoyment when she did.
"Oh, this is good. We might have to find the sauce for this one, love."