*In the hideout, I witnessed the arrival of Elektra, Blade, and Gambit, all standing before me. Gambit, with his Cajun English and Louisiana French accent, turned to me and said, "Name's Remy LeBeau. They call me The Gambit." He fiddled with his cards as he looked me up and down, his eyes scanning me for any signs of weakness or vulnerability.

Gambit turned to Wolverine, who looked at him with a stoic and unmoving expression. Wolverine said to him, "You know, we've never had a Wolverine up in here." Gambit just laughed and replied, "Well, it's just a common courtesy that you ask, before you drink up all of my liquor."

Wolverine's response was swift and assertive. "Well, it's a good thing I don't give a f*ck" he said to Gambit,Before I knew it, Gambit had flicked his card at the liquor Wolverine was holding, shattering it to pieces. Wolverine threw aside the remains and grabbed another bottle of liquor, his eyes never leaving Gambit.