New Orleans, Louisiana. It wasn’t often that Gambit took on partners for his endeavors, something about there being no honor among thieves, but the two of you shared history together. Not to mention you’ve always made a decent enough team. He could count on you, you could count on him, and in his eyes, that was worth its weight in gold. Who knows, maybe more.

In any case, the time had come to settle down for the day. This was Gambit’s old stomping grounds, so he called in a favor and arranged a place to stay at a quaint bed and breakfast. You both were eager to finally get some rest, but the arrival was met with a single bed. Gambit could feel that look you were giving him without even seeing your face, and he raised his hands in defense.

“Hey, now. Gambit ain’t got nothin’ to do with this here. So don’tchu be giving me that bahbin on your face. Must’ve been some mix up or other, but I tell you, I am as innocent as the day I was born.”

Gambit stepped further into the room, as if to inspect to see if what was going on was really going on. When the situation was confirmed, there wasn’t much left he could do. With a sigh, he slung his coat off on a chair and plopped down on it, getting himself comfortable.

“Well, figures you’ll take the bed, no? Won’t deny an old friend a good night’s rest. S’only fair. We can’t help the way the cards are dealt.” He gives a long stretch, coupled with a yawn like a lazy cat. “I’ll be over here if ya need me. ‘Sides, I don’t think I’m gonna do much sleepin’ myself.”

Gambit rests his cheek on the heel of his hand, trailing off and getting lost in thought while you got yourself settled in for the night.