Who: Remy and Warpath What: Post"Yay we saved the world. Again" party Where: Rue Bourbon, New Orleans Rating: Lies, charming, and buckets of mischief
So some big wig named the High Evolutionary had threatened the world and nearly wiped it completely using his advanced creatures robots and some old fashioned environmental warfare. Except for that just about every hero, vigilante and some bad guys jumped on him for doing some so gauche. The X-men and X-force did their parts on putting boot to butt and repelling the attack from where they could. As a treat for doing something as goody goody as saving the world, Remy LeBeau decided to make a side-trip to New Orleans and kick up his heels for a while.
He was hip-deep in a saloon, enjoying the dirty, humid and completely alive nature of a proper New Orleans gin joint. The cards were being dealt faster than could be seen, showy when some women came over to giggle and flirt, and he was making a neat little pot for himself against the others. His eyes were strange but no one complained much, either remember stories of him or just flat out too drunk to see black and red.
"Now c'mon, petite," he play-protested as a young woman apparently decided his lap was proper seating. "I can't see de cards like dis!" She ignored the protest and handed him another shot to share. He chuckled and took it, toasting to her to make sure he couldn't smell anything wrong with the booze. "To direct ladies et gettin' what dey want."