You walk into a bar the faint smell of alcohol and sweat fills your senses as you scan the room for a man the professor said went by gambit.

You finally spot him sliding a playing card between his fingers, a glass of whiskey on the table next to him. You walk over to him and he glances up at you.

“Can I help you cher’?” He says the card between his fingers stopping momentarily.

“Yeah?” You started, “are you gambit?”

“Do I owe you money?”

“I don’t think so”

He finally looked up, and a smirk formed on his face “then gambit I am.”