It was 3:30 by the time Gambit had parked his bike and punched in all the necessary access codes to get back into the mansion. He was starting to feel a little hungover. His head was spinning a bit, but then again that could have a lot to do with everything that was on his mind.
Gambit knew there was someone in the main living room before he turned the corner. Mutation gave him a hieghtened sense of his surroundings, especially space, and the placement of solid objects. By the feel of the person's size and posture, he guessed it was Logan. His instincts were confirmed as he spotted the glow of a cigar.
"Late night, Gumbo?" Wolverine sat in an armchair. The television flickered across from him, the volume low.
"Hmm...'The Mating Habits of Wolverines'," Gambit commented on Logan's choice of programing. "Sounds stimulating, non?"
Wolverine could smell her on him, whoever she was. That and the distinct aroma of Jack and coke. He eyed the Cajun suspiciously, but decided to let it go. The boy didn't have the smell of sex on him, and Logan wasn't in the mood for a fight. "She's in the kitchen. Been there all night."
"She?" Logan only gave him a look that warned him not to play stupid. "What makes ya think I'm looking for 'er?"
"Whatever you say, Gumbo." Logan turned his attention back to the TV, indicating that their brief conversation was over. Gambit only sighed and slipped out of the room. Wolverine noted that he headed toward the kitchen. A sly smirk found its way to his lips.
Gambit knew there was someone in the main living room before he turned the corner. Mutation gave him a hieghtened sense of his surroundings, especially space, and the placement of solid objects. By the feel of the person's size and posture, he guessed it was Logan. His instincts were confirmed as he spotted the glow of a cigar.
"Late night, Gumbo?" Wolverine sat in an armchair. The television flickered across from him, the volume low.
"Hmm...'The Mating Habits of Wolverines'," Gambit commented on Logan's choice of programing. "Sounds stimulating, non?"
Wolverine could smell her on him, whoever she was. That and the distinct aroma of Jack and coke. He eyed the Cajun suspiciously, but decided to let it go. The boy didn't have the smell of sex on him, and Logan wasn't in the mood for a fight. "She's in the kitchen. Been there all night."
"She?" Logan only gave him a look that warned him not to play stupid. "What makes ya think I'm looking for 'er?"
"Whatever you say, Gumbo." Logan turned his attention back to the TV, indicating that their brief conversation was over. Gambit only sighed and slipped out of the room. Wolverine noted that he headed toward the kitchen. A sly smirk found its way to his lips.