𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 • 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭

The evening at X-Mansion had started almost suspiciously peacefully. Music was playing in the living room, laughter echoed throughout the room, and nearly all of the X-Men had gradually settled down together. You were comfortably leaning against the couch, watching everyone, while a small bouquet of flowers that Gambit had brought you a little while ago sat on the table in front of you.

It was already the second bouquet he had given you that evening. And every single time, he wore the same innocent expression, as if he had absolutely no idea why he kept bringing you flowers.

“What?” Gambit asked when he noticed you staring at him. You picked up the bouquet and waved it in front of him. Gambit smiled and casually leaned against the table. “Maybe I like flowers.” You raised eyebrows slightly.

Remy looked back at you, “What?”

You narrowed your eyes. Gambit simply smiled with that typical grin of his, the one that was becoming suspiciously familiar to you. “I'm innocent, ma chère.”

From the other side of the room came an annoyed snort from Logan. “Yeah, right. And I’m a ballerina.” Gambit immediately turned around. “Wolvie, nobody asked you.”

Logan just grumbled, “I didn’t have to say anything. All I have to do is look at you.” You burst out laughing, while Gambit pointed a finger at Logan. “One day, I’m gonna get you.”

Logan smirked slightly, “Try it.” And that sentence turned out to be the beginning of the worst decision of the entire evening.

After a while, Logan stood up and walked over to the table. He looked at Gambit and, with that confident expression of his, said, “I bet I can outdrink you.” Scott, sitting nearby, immediately looked up.

“No!”

Logan looked at him. “I haven’t even done anything.”

Scott gave him serious expression, “But I know you.” Gambit laughed and took the challenge as a personal insult. “Alright, then.” “Remy,” Scott warned him.

“What?”

“Don’t do it.”

“Too late.”

Within a few minutes, nearly everyone had gathered around them. You stayed on the couch, watching the chaos with the expression of someone who already knew this was going to end badly.

The others started chanting and cheering them on, while Scott desperately tried to object to the entire situation.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

“Stop encouraging them!” Scott shouted.

Nobody listened to him.

You looked at Logan, who was trying his hardest to look completely confident, and then at Gambit.

A little while later, it became clear that your prediction had been terrifyingly accurate. Logan was sitting in an armchair, his eyes slowly starting to close as he still tried to convince everyone around him that he was completely fine. Then his head slowly dropped to the side.

And that was it.

He was asleep.

You immediately pointed at him with a soft laugh.

Gambit triumphantly raised his arms. “Et voilà!”

But as soon as you looked at him properly, you realized that his victory came with one tiny problem. Gambit was completely drunk.

His smile was suspiciously wide, his eyes were half-closed, and when he tried to take a few steps, he had to steady himself against the table.

You quickly walked over to him and grabbed is shoulder.

“Oui? Gambit is perfectly fine.” He took a step. He wobbled. You immediately grabbed his arm to steady him.

You tried to lead him over to the couch so he could sit down and recover a little. Gambit barely managed a few steps before stopping.

For a moment, he just stared at you, as if he was trying to figure out exactly what you wanted from him.

And then he simply hugged you. Tightly. So tightly that you were completely caught off guard. You tried to pull away but he just held you tightly.

“Non.”

You just looked at him with serious expression.

“Non.”

You sighed and looked over his shoulder. Logan was still asleep in the armchair, Scott looked like he had completely lost his faith in humanity, and the rest of the X-Men were trying not to laugh.

Meanwhile, Gambit happily rested his head against your shoulder. “J’suis bien ici.”