@gazelessmenagerie [gambit] asked; " Ah got a job fo' ya. " Came the drawl of a certain Thief, hardly amused he had to resort to this but at the same time; it'd be worth it in his unsolicited opinion. He's made worse and better deals but what's another one to him? Pulling out a list, deft fingers slid the paper marked with the necessary information and from his coat pocket; he also placed down a hefty sum of money.
" Jus' need ya t' put ya winnin' charm on d'ese folks, Ah'll pay ya up front too. "
Now wasn't this a serendipitous turn of events. The Cajun poser hadn't crossed his mind for a while, too distracted with other mercenary jobs and avoiding dying in embarrassing fashion to weigh in on the debt that Lebeau still owed him. A matter that, as he sat and listened to the mutant's newest proposal, made the expensive vintage currently clutched in his hand all the more tempting to crack open and consume.
"It is tempting to ask if, by any chance, did you hit your head--" But who was he to turn down an easy paycheck. "And yet, it is every bit like the old adage-- a fool and his money are soon parted." Bottle is tilted towards his face, cork since removed and the cover of his mask pulled up enough to let him tilt the drink towards his mouth, swallowing a mouthful as he leaves Gambit hanging before settling on a decision.
"In lieu of your own apparent failure, will charm these simpletons, as requested. But let it be known that this won't make a dent in resolving our... existing business."
