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Post by Gambit on Oct 29, 2004 16:57:11 GMT -4
Getting the feeling that this was Logan’s way of getting rid of him so he could pick his own fight, the Cajun grinned up at him as he stood. As bad as the day had started, it hadn’t ended too badly. The Cajun had many regrets, but Logan finding him in that alley was not one of them. He cringed to think of what would have happened, what he had been prepared to let happen.
“Oui, I t’ink so,” he replied, standing on unsteady legs. Gripping the table for support, he grinned sheepishly. “On second t’ought, I seen a motel aroun’ de corner. Maybe I jus’ go dere.”<br> Ain’ like I was plannin’ on goin’ home t’night anyways. Almos’ tempted t’ never go back.
But even as that thought crossed his mind, he knew it wasn’t true. He just needed a few days to think before returning to face the music.
“So... we even now? Or are y’ one-uppin’ me in de ‘save eachot’er’s lives’ pool now?” he joked.
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Post by Logan on Oct 29, 2004 17:03:05 GMT -4
“Now Cajun,” Logan began in a drawling tone, “we ain’t keepin’ score here. He turned back with a sharp-toothed grin. “But if we was…I s’pose I’d be winnin’ in tha savin yer ass department.”<br> The Motel that was around the corner was exactly where he was headed. It was for, for the moment, home. He kept this information to himself, however, as he headed toward the door.
“See ya ‘round,” Logan said to him.
Graceful exits were foreign to him.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 31, 2004 21:22:18 GMT -4
Laughing loudly at Logan’s words, Gambit shook his head and waved the older man off.
Mais, dis definitely been a weird day. Los’ everyt’in’... m’ hope, m’ will t’ live... m’ mind. An’ now what? Got at least a few o’ dem back, an’ got an X-Man t’ t’ank fo’ it. Funny, dat.
Finishing off his beer, Gambit headed unsteadily out the door. Casting a slightly remorseful glance at his bike, he wisely left it where it was, and stumbled off in the general direction of the nearby hotel.
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