🍑 ( for Remy ... in Las Vegas )
LeBeau was old hat at cards; Blackjack in particular. It was one of the first card games he'd ever learned and he'd developed a particular fondness for it. He knew exactly how long to stay at the table. Could pin-point when the security guards would start to find him suspicious, or when another player was getting heated at LeBeau's curious good luck.
This dealer was a younger woman, clearly new to the scene. Remy knew she'd be an easy target the moment he'd walked up to the table, so he lingered a little longer, collecting his winnings humbly and always being sure to compliment his lovely dealer, who blushed and became slightly flustered at his harmless flirting. Never noticing how many chips he was racking up. He was up 4 grand presently, after a slight loss...just for show. To keep things interesting.
Gambit could feel the eyes of the other men and women around the table on him, eyeing him with varying degrees of interest, curiosity, desire and contempt.
"Hit me." Remy said, giving his blushing dealer another bright white smile, his ruby eyes gazing into hers.
She laughed at him, dealing out the card. "You say that like you might be into that sort of thing." she said with a giggle, biting her lip.
LeBeau chuckled, strands of auburn hair falling across his face as he toyed with his chips. "For the right person maybe..."
It was then that he felt a rather firm *slap* on his ass that made him stand sharply upright, giving a small yip as looked over his shoulder in surprise. It was James of course, having snuck up on him through the crowd.
His ruby eyes blinked in surprise, then he bit his lip playfully, holding back a chuckle. "Speak of the devil..."
