5She made her way through the bar, Femme, Gambit be sittin' over 'dere on de stool, go to de bartender and just sit dere. Don't be talkin to moi. Just look pitiful. Eit'er deh bartender be askin y' what wrong and Gambit over hear and offer t' help y' or Gambit ask y' what be wrong with a belle femme such as y' self.
Rogue nodded to herself, sounded like a game plan.
She sat down on the stool next to Gambit, set her hands down on the glass of the bar, and suddenly tears started coming out of her eyes.
Actually, it hadn't been totally on purpose, she was feeling out of sorts. She had been through a terrible day, dealing with being alone, trying to get a grasp on her mutation, and now loosing all her money.
She swiped at them quickly, she actually was feeling very distressed, but- it she had pulled these emotions up for show. Just to get her money back, sure she was hurt and upset anyway (which was why the tears were a bit too genuine) but she was the one playing him.
The tears kept falling and she sniffled to herself, still trying to wipe them away. She could feel eyes on her, and felt a bit like squirming a bit beneath them, but stood (or rather sat) firm. Crying.
Maybe if she ever had friends again, this would be a great story to tell. Yeah, that made this humiliating situation a bit better.
It was then she heard the almost-familiar voice of the Cajun, "Y' be ok belle femme?"
She cried harder now, this was coming far to naturally to her. How humiliating. She was for real crying in front of this strange man. Gambit ain't no strange man. Dis what Gambit get for tryin' t' help any belle femme. The Gambit in her head grumbled.
Marie ignored the Gambit in her head, and wiped her eyes again before letting out a muffled, "Ah've had ah bit of ah rough day."
She turned and looked to him.
How odd. He had on dark sunglasses in this dark bar. His hair was fairly long, sort of greesy and hanging around his face. He had his fair share of acne on his face, he must still be in his teens. He didn't like he'd fully grown into himself yet, just as she hadn't fully grown into herself. Odd, from the voice in her head she had been expecting him to look- she didn't know- older. She expected him to be some roughened old guy who had no purpose in life other than to steal unsuspecing 'belle femme's' wallets.
The Gambit in her head grumbled at these harsh words, Y' think y'd be a bit more apprec'tive consid'in Gambit puttin' y' well bein' 'bove Gambit's own well bein'.
The Gambit sitting beside her, however, looked extreamly concearned, "Why don't y' tell Gambit 'ere 'bout it cherie?" there was a nervous lilt to his voice, did she catch a hint of guilt?
"Well. Ah'm sorta bymyself. Mah parents-" she choked as she cried some more and quickly wiped her tears away, Gambit went to put a comforting hand on her back, but she tried to scoot away quickly, she didn't need anymore of the Cajun in her head than she already had, "Mah parent don't want to be 'round me anymore. They haven't said as much, but I can tell. They been avoiding me like the plague- since, since it happened." she cried more now, the tears one hundred percent real, she hadn't actually spoken these words, and for the sake of her little brother had tried not to think much about it, and now she was saying it out loud, and it really really hurt. Because saying it out loud made it all to real for her. She collapsed her head into her gloved hands, "Ah'm sorry. You probably don't care-" Nah, Remy care. Remy wanna listen Cherie. Y' need someone t' talk t'. Let it out Marie.
The real Gambit (Remy, she thought he had said his name was Gambit, you know what, she didn't care right now) leaned forward, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with his touch like she seemed to have been before, "'Ey now belle. Gambit, Gambit be willin' t' listin' t' y'. Y' need t' let it out. Keepin' stuff like this in ain't do no good."
I told you moi can't resist a Belle femme cryin' Remmy (Gambit?) said in her head, but a hint of concearn was still laced through his words, he was trying to make her feel better.
She found herself thinking that the Cajun might not be that bad, and she had only been talking to him for five minutes. She gave a wattery smile to him, "Thanks. So- Ah, guess I'll tell yah the rest of mah horrible day?"
He gave a smile, a nod, and gestured to the bartender, "Yo' Brian get dis 'ere femme som'tin." he turned to her, "What y' want? It's on Gambit." She smiled at him again, and wiped a few more tears from her face.
"Could ah have some Coke?" He gave her smile, gentle and gestured once more to the Bartender.
"Y' heard her. Get de lady a coke."
"Anyway. Mah parents don't want me around. Ah mean, ah understand, but it still hurts to know that mah mom and mah Dad don't want me around. So ah ran away. Not jus' cause of that. Ah was also scared ah was going to be hurtin' them. So ah ran away, and found myself here in New Orleans. Here ah am, enjoying Marti Gras, or as much as ah can alone, when ah lost my wallet." tears stung her eyes again, "Ah guess ah dropped it or something, but that wallet's got all my money. Ah don't have anymore money, ah grabbed all mah money mah parents had put away for college, and it was the money ah was gon' make my life off of, and now ah don't got anything. It's all gone. Ah don't have it anymore, and ah just- just-" she started crying even more, she just needed this. To talk this out.
Maybe bars wern't as bad as she thought. Or the people in them.
The Coke she had ordered came to her, and she hesitantly sipped at it.
Gambit gave her a heartfelt, sincere look of greif in his eyes, "Now I don't quite understand why y' dun gone an' run 'way from home, but I ain't one to be judgin'. While you be drinkin' yo coke let Gambit offer his help. I'll be willin' to help you fin' y' wallet, an' I'll be willin' to help y' while y' in town. I feel aful f' y' Cherie. Lemme help." he siad, and she could detect his sincerity.
She wiped her eyes, "Yah mean that? You'll help meh?"
He nodded, "Truly. Gambit mean it. 'e gonna help ya' Cherie. I be willin' to even offer y' a place at my house with moi family. Firs' o' course I'd have to ask mon pere if dat be ok. If dat don' work Gambit set y' up in a nice five star hotel? K? Y' just dry up your tears belle. Y' be well takin' care of while y' be in N'awlins."
"Thank you." Marie said, letting a large smile spread across her face, "That means the world to meh. Ah ain't gaht no family any where 'cept Mississippi, and Ah don't want to go back there. Ah love mah parents, but Ah can't go back there. I'd sooner die on the streets before I would go back there and maybe- hurt them. I don't want to rise that."
Why y' be runin' from y'r parents in the first place? The Gambit in her head asked, as the other Gambit pulled out his phone to phone someone about her staying at his house.
Since you ain't levin' mah head I guees there ain't no harm in telling you. Ah've got mutant abbilities. Ah- when I ah touch people I absorb them.
Dat sound a bit like a gift, I mean y' got Gambit in y'r head. Dat's in up, an' if you ever wanted to keep a person wit' y' forever t' could just touch 'em so they could stay in y'r head in a way.
Marie cringed Well, that would be a way of looking at it if Ah didn't nearly kill my brother with this 'gift'.
Just the a tiny voice peeped up You didn't nearly kill me Marie. I'm still here.
Marie gave a strangled little laugh. I love you Jason, but you're in a coma, and you're probably never gonna wake up. She said And that's my fault.
Don't you be going blaming y'self for dis. Y' didn't know, y' couldn't've known. I mean- Gambit's voice stuttered, Gambit might've gone through some probelms like y'r's Cherie, but he won't be goin' blamin' himself for ever'tin he don did on accident. I don lot on an accident when my mutant powers were developing.
"'m pere said I can take y' t' our place." Gambit said, the real Gambit, "He jus' don' wan' y' snoopin' kay?"
"Kay."
"Now! Les' go fin' y' wallet!" Gambit stood up and helped her walk out the doors after paying the bartender for his drinks.
What were you saying about saomeone named Remy earlier, Gambit?
There was a pause and then his voice shly said, Oh, ah. Gambit be m' stage name mon Cherie. For the- jobs I be doin'. Don' wan' be given' my real name out t' just anyone. I mostly just go by Gambit all d' time now. I don't let many people use Remy 'cept my family.
There was a pause and Marie responded with, Can I call you Remy?
Suddenly Gambit was being very shy, but when he did respond it made her heart sing Yeah. Guess so. Jus' don' be callin' de oder Remy dat, or 'e be gettin' 'spicious, an' unless y' wan' tell him- me- Merde dis be confusin'- 'bout y'r mutation I wouldn' be letting dat slip.
Marie sighed, this was already complicated.
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So don't go telling people different.
So... How did you like it? I'm in love with Remy. I really am just writing this with myself, so feel free to critique or whatever, and usually I'm super happy to get a critique, but this time I heard a song that inspired me and started writing. So this really isn't anything super serious for me.
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