"Cheers." The Cajun returned with a smile, lifting his own drink before taking a sip, his eyes lingering a moment on the man and his hook before they raced away to find something else pretty. Something at the bar caught his fancy and a little smile curled his lips again.
He did like older men and that one? Well. That was quite nice to look at. Gambit had no doubt in his mind the guy was straight.. but they all said that. Few of them actually meant it. "M' gonna be righ' back." He told the one-handed man, pressing to his feet and wandering to the bar. He was there for only a few minutes before he returned to the booth with a fresh drink and a napkin he was slipping into his pocket. The man's address, of course. He'd been subtle, but anyone who knew what to look for had surely seen it.
"So who you goin' home wit' t'nigh'?" A purred question for the Rum-drinker, because Gambit had his answer.