You'd always been a lightweight, and Gambit knew that.. Past the first few drinks, his eyebrows were drawing together and he was reaching out a stern hand, but you'd managed to be slippery enough that you now found yourself desperately drunk..and where was Gambit?

Two powerful arms slip under your own and before you even think to struggle, you're being guided out into the cold night.

"Slippery minx" Gambit grunts as you stare up at him