Thankfully though Remy LeBeau doesn't have an enhanced sense of smell like mine. He is also distracted by his attempts to charm the rather attractive young woman sitting next to him. Women have always been the Cajun's weakness. Oh he can charm them with those devil's eyes of his and his New Orleans accent and the promises and praise he gives. However the charm works both ways and while he's occupied with his frail I can get a drink in peace.
Of course it's not as though I'm afraid of the Cajun. We've had some battles in our time and he's no real match for me. It's just that I'm supposed to be avoiding fighting today as part of being normal. Most humans go through life without getting involved in life or death struggles every other day. Still I am looking forward to facing down Gambit when the time is right. He's almost as entertaining as the runt.
"Would sir like to order?," asks a young waitress. She looks the sort that Remy would like. I resist the urge to rip out the frails throat and order a vodka. She raises one elegantly manicured eyebrow but seems happy enough to take my order. One of the benefits and curses of a healing factor is the inability to get drunk. A dozen vodkas would leave most humans insensible or possibly even dead but it has all the intoxicating effect of a glass of orange juice on me. I'd better not order too much though to avoid drawing unwanted attention to myself.
"Bonjour mon ami. Would a drink with Remy be good idea non?,"asks Gambit as he comes up to me. I can't believe but my disguise seems to have fooled him. Probably this is due to the fact that the Cajun charm failed and the woman left him. He wants to drown his sorrows and has picked me as a drinking partner. Well it will certainly make a change to share a friendly pint with an old enemy.
"Ya ain't had much luck with yer lady have ya bub?," I ask sympathetically.
"Non mon ami. Dis has not been a happy day for Remy," he sighs.
"Well ya can have a drink on me pal. Why don't ya tell me all about it?," I say. Oh this is going to be so much fun.
"Oui I t'ink dat is good idea. We shall be friends eh mon ami. Your name?,"he says.
"The name is …Rick bub," I say thinking quickly.
"Rick and Remy. Friends for life. Remy will drink to dat," he says with a smile. We do just that.