Ultimate_Gambit

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:06:32, as written by SinfulSoul

Wait am I doing this wrong?

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:14:23, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit Remy Lebeau strolls along a very familiar sidewalk towards a long sought destination. It almost seems both foreign and familiar to him at the same time. A singled gloved hand rubs against his rough chin as he stands in front of the bright red neon lights that spell "Gambit's Bar." His left hand trembles for a moment as it inches towards the door. He paused just before touching the door as if he was afraid the bar would fall apart with his touch. With a single index finger he touched the door and then pushed it open. He took a deep breath and took his first step in to gaze upon the familiar wooden feel of the interior.=-

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:17:35, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit His brown trench coat swayed as a small breeze rushed into the bar as he opened the door. He scanned the room fighting back a tear of old memories rushing through him. He moves towards the bar and sits on a stool near his old friend, a smirk on his face.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:18:08, as written by SinfulSoul

"Dere seems t' be somet'in' wrong wit' your mout' dere. I don't remember punching you dat many times in de face.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:23:45, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit A grin came across his face, even through his favored red lensed sunglasses a red energy could be seen. Not to intimidate but simply unable to hide his full excitement.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:30:34, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit And with that he lifted one of the glasses and raised it in cheers towards his old friend.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:33:03, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit His left hand slid across the smooth black granite of the bar for a few brief moments after the two glasses touched. A satisfied sigh came across him as he looked back towards his friend and downed the glass.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:37:22, as written by SinfulSoul

I ain't all too sure what's been goin' on here, I got my family t' feed an' I got od'er Gambit's Bar's to take care of. Seems like every day a new Gambit's Bar is open in a new place I ain't really heard of b'fore. But I ain't satisfied till ole Remy Lebeau gets a bar in every corner. Somet'in' about a Sunbux or Solarbux or somet'in' like dat has been tryin' to beat me but I won't late 'em!

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:37:31, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit He shakes a fist to add gravitas to his last comment.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:43:26, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit He followed suit with his old friend and moved off the bar stool. He dusted himself off a moment and then headed towards Gambit's Storeroom.

"Sounds like a plan."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 00:50:03, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit Gambit returns to his rightful position behind the bar from the back room carrying a large white poster board. On a sidewall plainly visible to everyone at the bar he affixes the crude poster onto the wall. Written on it in red letters reads "Gambit's Bar" and underneath it "Forever owned and serviced by Remy Lebeau and his family."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 01:02:54, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit He looked over at the man addressing him. A smirk crossed his lips and a red glow flowed from behind his red lensed sunglasses. His fingerless black gloved hands tugged on his brown trenchcoat before he spoke with his thick cajun accent. "You can call me Remy LeBeau mon ami. Ain't many who still call me Gambit, most o' dem don't stay alive too long."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-10-03 01:04:08, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit With those few words he turned again towards the storage room and slid through the back door once again. The word "Ciao" could be heard as he exited.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:15:00, as written by SinfulSoul

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# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:27:22, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit chuckled and quickly transposed to a sigh as he realized the same thing as happened to himself. "Ain't it de trut' mon ami... Ain't it de trut'... Some how now I got kids n' responsibilities or somet'in' and all de action ran off to planets I ain't even heard of b'fore. My chere... Ain't not'in' in de world I won't give up for her but I can't say it ain't de same. What're you drinkin' t'day?

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:27:26, as written by SinfulSoul

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# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:31:08, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit Gambit peered under the bar through the rows and neatly organized bottles stretching as wide and deep as the bar would allow. He grabbed an already opened bottle of Jack Daniel's, a favorite he had been known to share with Soldier Rain. Two whiskey glasses swiped from glass holders above quickly found themselves atop the bar. Without asking he poured a half glass into each and slid one across to Arcus. "Whatever weak garbage you were gonna drink t'day, now it's Jack."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:39:53, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit raised an eyebrow for a moment as he considered Smith's offer. "Well I ain't too big a fan of balls, but I ain't too bad at poker. I'm willin' t' see how you deal."

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:46:47, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit nodded and grinned in agreement. "Yeah dat's what I've been doin' all dis time. Terra has been my home f'r a long time an' it still is de only place I can call home. But dere's already od'er Gambit's out dere on od'er planets... Jus' seems dat dere's way more planets out dere and dere's only one me. Ole Remy LeBeau ain't no quitter, but it ain't been easy jus' keepin' dis place as homey as it is t'day. Dem people ain't always so nice. Ain't just tanks anymore mon ami... "

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-11-09 22:53:14, as written by SinfulSoul

Ultimate_Gambit lifted his right gloved hand toward his perfect jawline and massaged his chin as he pondered Smith's proposition. A flicker of red haze flowed from behind his rectangle red-lensed sunglasses for just a brief moment and with a grin he nodded again.

"Dat sounds like a plan mon ami! Capitalism be damned, my name ain't Remy LeBeau unless dere's a Gambit's on every planet wit' a coin to spare!"

With that he swiped the glass of Jack Daniels he had poured for Arcus and slid it down the bar to Smith. He took his own glass of whiskey and raised it towards Smith.

"I'll drink t' dat!"

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SinfulSoul

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