Nate Henderson || Remy LeBeau (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ragincajun) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
"That's what I keep telling him, but he just doesn't want to listen." Nate said with a chuckle, trying not to look too pleased with himself even though he was. He'd made Rachel blush without Remy telling him what to say. Really, it was a sentence that had made the grown man in his head groan in embarrassment, but she had liked it. Suck on that, Cajun.
It didn't take much for him to realize she was cold, so after discarding his spent cigarette, he moved to shrug off his jacket. It was long, probably too big for her (it was big on him), but it was warm. He didn't even wait to ask for permission, he just moved over to drape it over her shoulders. Now that was definitely a Gambit move, but Nate was proud to say he'd done it all on his own.
After that he went back to shuffling the cards, a please grin on his face with every fliiiiiick that the cards made. He was a gambler, just like his counterpart, but he was a lot safer about it. He wasn't about to get into any bo-staff fights. "Pick a card. Bet I can guess what it is," He said, holding them out in a fan to her with one hand. He was back to leaning lazily against the wall, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. His break had ended probably a good five minutes prior, but he didn't care. This was much more entertaining than tending bar.