I slept a good four hours when Logan shook me awake while pulling on a jacket.
"Lets roll kid." Picking my self up I stretched and grabbed my bag. Looking through it I grabbed the fancy clothes Storm had picked out for me. I'd already run this idea by Logan. If Gambit has remained the same he'll pay attention to the more glamorous faces. Logan gave himself fits waiting on me to get dressed and put make-up on. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and then felt ready to go and exited the bathroom. Logan pulled a strange look as he studied me.
"Geez, what happened to the kid that flew me in?" Smiling shyly I went to my bag and grabbed one more thing before we set off to the casino. When we got to the casino we both had to blink a few times, it was blinding in there. It was so bright and loud in there, it was hard to believe that Gambit would come here. Besides all that it was very crowded, it would be nearly impossible to find one person in here. Looking at Logan he was just staring at the crowd puffing on his cigar, he turned to me having to lean down so I could hear him.
"Well we're not going to pick him out of this crowd, it'll be easier to make him come to us." Nodding to him I tried to find a way to make that happen, but I drew a blank. I turned back to him to voice that thought but he was grinning strangely. He pointed to a sign that said in big letters OPEN MIC NIGHT, and looking at that my eyes widened and I looked back at him.
"Are you crazy? I mean I know that your Canadian, but your out of your mind." He didn't even respond to my little rant, he just pushed me toward the DJ who waited to take my request. Taking a moment to think I whispered the song I wanted and let myself be pushed onto the stage. Waiting until the music stared I began to blare out Carrie Underwood's Cowboy Casanova. That's right I can sing, if only a little bit.
You better take it from me/ that boy is like a disease/your runnin your tryin to hid and wonderin why you can't get free/ he's like a curse his like a drug/you get addicted to his love/and you want to get out but he's holdin you now/and you can't live without on more touch/ he's a good timin cowboy casanova leanin up against the record machine/ looks like a cool drink of water but he's candy coated misery/ he's a devil in disguise/ a snake with blue eyes/ and he only comes out at night/ he the feelins that you don't what to fight you better run for your life/
After I got a moment to calm my nervous, I finally got into it and had was fun. Soon I was dancing around the stage and looking down to the crowd. Surprisingly people were actually watching me and tapping their feet, and singing along. I finished the song and took a quick bow, listening to the applause. Logan was at the side of the stage with a little grin, and I scowled a little bit.
"I bet you find this hilarious, don't you?" Not really answering Logan gave me a little nod. Rolling my eyes we walked down toward the bar. However on the way there a man stopped us with his hand, Logan giving him a little bit of an evil eye.
"Sorry to interrupt you guys but this guy paid me two hundred cash bucks to invite you over." I looked over to Logan and then back to the guy and asked suspiciously.
"What guy, invite over where?" The guy pionted over to a curtained off room.
"A private room back there, I don't know the guys name." Politely I asked him to give me a minute and turned to Logan. Logan gave me a doubtful look.
"What are you thinking kid?" Thinking a moment I answered.
"Well if nothing else it's sure Lebeau's style to pay some one of to invite somebody." Looking back to the curtain Logan gave a very protective look to me.
"Alright, I'll follow your lead. But I'm staying right by your side, you got that." Nodding I turned back to the guy.
"Okay then." I told him and he started to lead us to the curtain but he tried to stop Logan (got to wonder if he has a death wish).
"Sorry buddy he only wants to see the lady." Logan looked ready to get on the poor guy, but I saved him the trouble by speaking up.
"No I'm sorry 'buddy' if my friend doesn't come neither do I." The guy looked like he wanted to argue some more. Then he looked at Logan who probably had five inches and fifty pounds on him, and pulled back the curtain for us. The room had a bunch of people in it and one poker table, at the dealers seat sat a man in a silk shirt and fedora. Eyes shadowed from our view because of the hat the man smirked and continued to turn heads with his card tricks. The cards were flying between his hands and above his head, all the women around him were ohhing, and awwing. I however just rolled my eyes, this trick of his was old hat, he was distracting everyone. Making them think he was shuffling when he was actually stacking the deck, if he wasn't so clever he'd be dragged of to jail for it. When the cards stopped flying I crossed my arms as Logan and I stood to the side watching them play poker. Taking a breath I spoke in a indigent tone.
"Did you have us dragged here for a reason, or did you just what to show off your poker face?" Gambit's face whipped to mine with his most heart melting smile, the one he used when he thought he could sweet talk a woman. That was when I realized, he didn't recognize me at all! I would have been offended if it wasn't so understandable. I had dropped some weight, cut my hair, and I was wearing clothes I normally never would. Then Gambit spoke.
"Well ain't that a biting tone. I just thought I'd treat the little kitten to a drink." His gaze shifted to Logan and his smirk widened further making him look devious.
"Would you perhaps like to try your luck mon homme?" He gestured to the cards, but Logan declined with that strange blank look on his face.
"Have we met before?" I looked between the two of them confused and saw a small gleam of satisfaction in Gambit's gaze.
"Perhaps, I'm sure it may come to you." He turned back to me and pulled a drink of a waiter's tray offering it to me. I just looked at the glass a moment before shaking my head.
"I'm not much of a drinker." Gambit nodded his head and took a swig of the drink himself. Then gave me a flirtatious look from behind the glass.
"That is probably a wise policy." Logan groaned a little behind me, I could tell that Gambit was already rubbing him the wrong way. That was my que to get the ball rolling on this. Leaning forward I spoke quietly so nobody else could hear us.
"Lets cut to the chase shall we. I know who and what you are Remy Lebeau." For the first time I saw Gambit caught off guard, I saw his eyes widen and his breath catch. With a few quick spoken words the room was emptied and the curtain closed leaving Logan and I alone with Remy Lebeau. He looked over us with his hard and cold 'business' face.
"What exactly do you know mes amies?" He asked looking between us, his whole body was tensed up ready to fight if he had to. Calmly I reached into my pocket and pulled out an object that by now was very familiar to me, and placed it on the table
"I know more than you think Remy?" . Gambit's eyes widened in further shock as he looked down at the table and saw a Queen of Hearts that had been torn in half. He leaned in close taking in every detail of my face then I saw the flash of recognition. Gambit's face immediately soften and he breathed out slowly practically whispering.
"Chere."
And so the plot thickens, what will happen next. Please Review give comments, critiques, or advice.
