Who: Remy LeBeau and Open (multiples welcome) When: Tonight Where: Iron Pepper Casino What: Kicking butt, taking names Rating: Low
There was something intoxicating about the smell of a new pack of cards.
It was the smell of promise, the smell of thrill and of course -- the smell of money. For obvious reasons, Remy hadn't really done what he usually did a in a small town with nothing to do. No wallets had been lifted, no cash liberated from its place, no art work carefully relocated to decorate his walls.
Remy had been behaving and it sucked. A lot.
Add to that the increased tension and pent up energy form living near Rogue ...well. Remy needed to feel cards in his hands, and he needed to win. Carefully. And strategically. It also wouldn't do to win and get kicked out or worse -- banned. It wasn't even that he had an advantage with his powers, which he could understand. He was just naturally good at cards, from basically being around card tables since before he could walk. In fact, he remembered being told how poker chips were his teething rings. It would explain a lot. Suckling on the proverbial teat of money.
Seemed like a Jean-Luc thing to do.
Regardless, at this moment in time, he was chatting at the blackjack table, smiling, winking, a drink casually abandoned next to him. He was happy to play with anyone, although he was due for a few wins. Everything in balance.