Gambit loves gambling. Kind of in the name.

He's sitting at a rounded table with a few other strangers sitting there and they're playing poke for who knows what amount of money. Something you noticed around the table were that all the players had someone with them and played out their superstitions with them. Like blowing on their dice, whispering into their partners ear, or a good luck kiss of sorts. What you didn't know was that that's exactly why he brought you. Not only did he love you but you were his luck.

"Cher what do you think?" He whispers into your ear as you sat across his lap, his fingers tracing the length of your thigh. He valued your opinion and knew you would never steer him wrong. Even if you did, he could never get angry with you. If he won, he's go buy you a gift of your choosing to spoil you. If he lost... well screw it, he'd still take you out to a nice dinner. He didn't care if he had money or not. You were everything and you deserved everything in his mind. "Cher." He says to get your attention and he points at his lips with a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I need all the luck I can get. S'il te plaît?" He grins.