Gambit walked into the club and took in the sights and sounds. this was just what he needed, a place where he could blow off some steam and forget about the harrows of the day, of the entire week to be more accurate. It mused him how hie mood differed, which in turn led him to a different 'hang-out'. On any given day day he liked to chill out in a posh bar or restaurant, normally somewhere that played jazz music and with a higher clientele of people. And then other times he was happier in a place like this.
The fancy bars were okay and he did enjoy their feel and vibe. However, he could never really relax in places like that because for him it was like going to the office, it was work. The biggest advantage of places like that was the kind of people that also went there. Not the ones like him, hell no, he was a gold digger and proud. In fact, 'gold digger' was probably too nice of a phrase for him: he was a thief, born and raised, literally. The people Gambit liked were the ones that made thieving so much fun, such a rush. The ones who would sell their own family for a pretty face or a kind smile. Gambit knew it was wrong, after all he wasn't a monster, and he knew it greatly conflicted with his new attitude of redemption but a leopard never changed it spots. Not because it couldn't, but because it was born to have them, born to be a leopard, just how Gambit was born to be a thief and people were born to fill his pockets.
But Gambit wasn't working tonight, on the contrary he was out to have fun, let his proverbial hair down and satisfy his other passion which also involved him using his charms on people.
As Gambit entered he looked around the busy nightclub. He couldn't help but notice the girls in the corner who seemed to turn into jelly at the mere sight of him, giggling jelly. He loved having this effect on women, not that he fully understood why it happened. Well, he did kind of understand , he was easy on they eye and was able to fool people into believing he had a level of confidence he didn't fully posses. Yes, the Cajun was confident, overly so, but he also struck out as much as he got lucky. the difference was he was persistent, he lied a challenge. Though the girls in the corner were very beautiful, they were also likely to give the mutant everything he wanted before he had a chance to order his second drink. They were also the type who would want to 'get to know' Gambit and that just wasn't on. No, for tonight's games they just wouldn't do.
His burning red eyes probed the other 'potentials' and finally settled on a dark haired beauty standing at the bar. She too was watching him, probably trying to figure him out, read him as it were. Though the look on her face told Gambit she was wise to men like him, her stance and the way she was playing with her necklace told a completely different story. This behavior titillated him, a conversation with her could go either way and he was curious to see what the outcome would be.
/he made his way over to the bar, smiling at the group of girls as he passed. He didn't want to burn all of his bridges, he made need them later on. He stood next to the dark haired girl and smiled but said nothing. He waited a moment until the unspoken words between them grew to almost uncomfortable levels and then he turned to order a drink.
Gambit smiled mischievously to himself. He wondered how she would respond to such behaviour.
As Gambit stood at the bar he had the feeling that the girl next to him had played this game before, or at least was aware of the moves he was trying to pull. This didn't surprise Gambit and he was always prepared, always ready to change his tactics mid-game. He knew it was crude but this kind of flirting, all this game playing and point scoring was really what got him out of bed in the mornings. He knew a shrink would have a field day inside of his head but he didn't plan on going to one and even if he did, for whatever reason, there was no way they would be able to even scratch the surface of Gambit's many layers. Hell, even he didn't understand all of them himself, he just knew what he liked and what he didn't; and this he liked.
Gambit held the bottle of beer he had ordered in his hand as he glanced around the club. He didn't normally drink beer, even nice foreign exports like this. He found the drink too boring and lifeless in a strange kind of way. He liked a drink that excited his taste buds and burnt his throat. However tonight was different, tonight Gambit was playing a new game, one he had never really tried before. This new game had a whole new character and this character liked beer. It was simple things, little variations that made his life so much fun. Not only was he into going out and pulling a girl, but he wanted to set every scenario up as though he was playing a role. This way he could be whomever he chose, a different girl, a different guy, a whole different life. Not many people could pull off such a feat, but Gambit was a professional and whatever this girl may be, he doubted she was even in his league.
"You see, dis is da problem wit' girls in New York city," Gambit said as he turned to face her. "Dey be watchin' too much Sex in the City, they t'ink every guy is an asshole b'fore he even open his mouth.
As he spoke he studied the girl without appearing to do so. It was important for him to follow her reactions to every word he spoke. These small telltale signs could make a difference as the conversation progressed. He also needed to know what was working and what wasn't; she was like a test audience to his master plan. If a line didn't get the desired reaction he changed tact, move on and hope the next line would create enough effect. This was how he stayed on his feet. It was almost like pretending to listen to a lady's story about her boring day at the office. You nod and smile and reassure in the right places, whilst the whole time you plan your next heist or money making scheme. This was another feat he had acquired over the years and perfected, another weapon in his arson.
"Maybe getting into your boxers is da furthest thing from my mind, maybe it isn't, but your mind is made up, I'm automatically the bad guy."