"I t'ink de gustave meant t'say bourcon, run, whiskey..." Remy paused. "Actually, I lost de rest of what he was sayin'. But dere's plenty t'pick from."
Remy grinned at his own hand. With the right draw, he could get a flush. He took a sip of bourbon.
"Probably, but I can make a prediction, non? I t'ink Remy's winnin' dis hand."