Cherie
Who: Remy LeBeau (Gambit) & Open
What: Something up his sleeve
When: Backdated to 13th
Where: Dive
Rating/Status: PG13+/incomplete
The man who was no longer Felix Gaeta sat at the bar, watching his reflection steadily in the dirty mirror behind the racks of bottles. He still looked the same -- that is, if by the same, one meant completely like another person. But the image matched the drivers license down to the eyes. Gambit couldn't quite recall what it was like to have normal eyes. To be looked at as a human. Not that it ever really stopped him from doing what he wanted anyway.
It made him smile, the slow, practiced smile you'd rarely saw on a man like Felix.
"Bartender." Didn't sound like him either, as he raised his hand. There was the breath of an accent on his lips. Slow and lingeringly Cajun. "I'll have one more."
What: Something up his sleeve
When: Backdated to 13th
Where: Dive
Rating/Status: PG13+/incomplete
The man who was no longer Felix Gaeta sat at the bar, watching his reflection steadily in the dirty mirror behind the racks of bottles. He still looked the same -- that is, if by the same, one meant completely like another person. But the image matched the drivers license down to the eyes. Gambit couldn't quite recall what it was like to have normal eyes. To be looked at as a human. Not that it ever really stopped him from doing what he wanted anyway.
It made him smile, the slow, practiced smile you'd rarely saw on a man like Felix.
"Bartender." Didn't sound like him either, as he raised his hand. There was the breath of an accent on his lips. Slow and lingeringly Cajun. "I'll have one more."