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I found this on my hard drive. I wrote it about 6 months ago as an "audition piece" to write with JustABill. Who knows, I might add on later.
How bout it, mon ami?
The tall mans strange eyes peered through the curls of smoke hovering over the table. The smells of cigar and cigarra blended in the air, creating an acrid perfume that permeated the room, across which it was difficult to see through the haze. These poker games had grown longer than they had in previous years, a testament to the increasing skills of the players.
Logan took another long draw on his cigar and regarded the Cajun with a feral, almost menacing stare.
I aint gonna warn you again, Cajun, dont rush me. Gambit merely grinned.
Dis aint gonna take all night, is it?
The hairy little man ignored him. Logan rearranged his cards thoughtfully before glancing over at the young mutant beside him at the table. You got anywhere to be?
Bobby Drake shrugged his shoulders and clasped his hands behind his head. Nah, Family Guys a rerun this week. Ive got all night. Having already folded the hand, Bobby stood up and stretched. I gotta go take a leak.
Logans eyes strayed from his cards to his empty bottle of beer. Hey kid, while youre up, grab me another one. Bobby, never happy at being called kid, bowed low before the Canadian theatrically.
Yes, mastah. Ah go getchoo another brew right away, mastah. Seeing his sarcasm have no effect on the other, he glanced at Gambit. What about you Remy, you want one?
Gambits unblinking gaze never left Logan. Go right ahead, lil one. I get mah kicks from watchin dis man tink he can beat Gambit at his own game. Aint dat right?
Logan just stared. Bobby glanced back and forth between the other men for a few seconds. Alright, whatever, he said on his way out the door.
Gimme two, said Logan, throwing down a pair of cards, a wry smile tugging at his mouth. Now that its just us, I aint gotta worry about embarrassing you in front of the kid.
Gambit dealt Logan two cards and flashed his lady-killer smile, a hint of malice in his strange eyes. Deres your cards, monsieur. Dats assumin Lady Luck is smilin on you dis night. Whats your bet?
Logan, cigar between his teeth, pushed his remaining stacks of chips forward. Im all in.
Remy laughed. Oh, come on, Wolverine. You tink Gambit dont know a bluff when he sees it?
You ever known me to bluff, Cajun? The humour in Gambits eyes faltered for a brief second, invisible to most men but plain as day to Wolverine. The Cajun glanced at his cards coolly before matching Logans bet.
So dats how its gon be, is it? Like I said, you can beat Gambit at his own game.
Wolverine grinned and threw down his cards, four queens. He watched the tall Cajun go slightly paler, then regain his composure and reveal his full house.
As Logan stood up and began collecting his winnings, Gambit sat shaking his head. Dat aint right, mon ami. Dat just aint right.
What can I tell ya, Im the best- Logan was cut off by a telepathic voice that resounded deep in their brains, drowning out all coherent thoughts.
X-Men, report to the briefing room at once!
Bobby, walking back into the room with a beer in each hand, sighed. Man I thought we agreed that I got Sundays off.
Logan and Remy were already on their way out the door. Logan threw an arm around Bobby, took a swig of beer, and led him down the stairs.
You know, kid, things dont always go like you plan em. Aint that right, Remy?
Gambit just glared.
The tall mans strange eyes peered through the curls of smoke hovering over the table. The smells of cigar and cigarra blended in the air, creating an acrid perfume that permeated the room, across which it was difficult to see through the haze. These poker games had grown longer than they had in previous years, a testament to the increasing skills of the players.
Logan took another long draw on his cigar and regarded the Cajun with a feral, almost menacing stare.
I aint gonna warn you again, Cajun, dont rush me. Gambit merely grinned.
Dis aint gonna take all night, is it?
The hairy little man ignored him. Logan rearranged his cards thoughtfully before glancing over at the young mutant beside him at the table. You got anywhere to be?
Bobby Drake shrugged his shoulders and clasped his hands behind his head. Nah, Family Guys a rerun this week. Ive got all night. Having already folded the hand, Bobby stood up and stretched. I gotta go take a leak.
Logans eyes strayed from his cards to his empty bottle of beer. Hey kid, while youre up, grab me another one. Bobby, never happy at being called kid, bowed low before the Canadian theatrically.
Yes, mastah. Ah go getchoo another brew right away, mastah. Seeing his sarcasm have no effect on the other, he glanced at Gambit. What about you Remy, you want one?
Gambits unblinking gaze never left Logan. Go right ahead, lil one. I get mah kicks from watchin dis man tink he can beat Gambit at his own game. Aint dat right?
Logan just stared. Bobby glanced back and forth between the other men for a few seconds. Alright, whatever, he said on his way out the door.
Gimme two, said Logan, throwing down a pair of cards, a wry smile tugging at his mouth. Now that its just us, I aint gotta worry about embarrassing you in front of the kid.
Gambit dealt Logan two cards and flashed his lady-killer smile, a hint of malice in his strange eyes. Deres your cards, monsieur. Dats assumin Lady Luck is smilin on you dis night. Whats your bet?
Logan, cigar between his teeth, pushed his remaining stacks of chips forward. Im all in.
Remy laughed. Oh, come on, Wolverine. You tink Gambit dont know a bluff when he sees it?
You ever known me to bluff, Cajun? The humour in Gambits eyes faltered for a brief second, invisible to most men but plain as day to Wolverine. The Cajun glanced at his cards coolly before matching Logans bet.
So dats how its gon be, is it? Like I said, you can beat Gambit at his own game.
Wolverine grinned and threw down his cards, four queens. He watched the tall Cajun go slightly paler, then regain his composure and reveal his full house.
As Logan stood up and began collecting his winnings, Gambit sat shaking his head. Dat aint right, mon ami. Dat just aint right.
What can I tell ya, Im the best- Logan was cut off by a telepathic voice that resounded deep in their brains, drowning out all coherent thoughts.
X-Men, report to the briefing room at once!
Bobby, walking back into the room with a beer in each hand, sighed. Man I thought we agreed that I got Sundays off.
Logan and Remy were already on their way out the door. Logan threw an arm around Bobby, took a swig of beer, and led him down the stairs.
You know, kid, things dont always go like you plan em. Aint that right, Remy?
Gambit just glared.