Rum. Straight. Leave the bottle. It was an easily filled request as Gambit lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, calling over a pretty, busty bar girl.
"Rum for 'de pretty lady, jus' leave 'de bottle." The woman got a wink, though she'd never know it beneath those glasses. It didn't matter, he'd already slept with her, there was no real need to impress. She smiled all the same and hurried off to find one.
"Be'cha gotta real pro'lem when y' try an' masterba'e wit' 'dat thin'." The Cajun remarked about the hook, a little laugh rising in his throat before he took another swallow of the drink he currently had. It was just a moment later that the woman was bringing over the rum, opening the bottle, and leaving it on the table for the pair.