The lights of the New Orleans casino flickered with vibrant neon hues, casting a lively glow on the bustling crowd. High stakes and higher tensions filled the air, but for Remy LeBeau, also known as Gambit, it was just another night. The Cajun mutant strolled through the casino, his eyes sharp and mischievous under the shadow of his brown trench coat.

He paused at a roulette table, watching the wheel spin and the players' anxious faces. With a charming smile, he approached, drawing the attention of the dealer and the patrons.

"Mind if Ah join y'all?" Gambit asked, his accent thick and smooth. He took a seat, sliding a stack of chips onto the table with practiced ease. "Lady Luck's been callin' my name all night."

The dealer nodded, and the game continued. As Gambit placed his bets, he couldn't help but notice a familiar figure across the room. It was a face he recognized from his days with the Thieves' Guild—a rival who wasn't too pleased with his recent escapades.

"Looks like tonight might be interestin'," Gambit muttered to himself, a spark of anticipation in his crimson eyes. He flicked a playing card between his fingers, ready for whatever the night might bring.