Remy thanked the waitress as she came with his new drink, 14 year old scotch. He sniffed the drink, taking in the smokey aroma. Before he put the glass to his mouth and in a satisfied smile, he downed half the drink. “Another sucker looking to play away dere money?” He asked, and as he heard the soft thud of the woman sitting down on the seat next to him, he smiled  “Or a girl lookin' for some fun.”

He peered over, and when he saw the red hair and the green eyes, he had a soft smile on his lips. 
“Hello Remy. You look bored.” She spoke, her Boston accent ever so present. It was endearing, truly.

“And you look like trouble, Red.” Remy said, watching her cut the deck in half. “You came back from de dead just to play me in poker? 'Am honored, truly.” Remy said, watching her drink the gin and tonic by her side. One of the most powerful mutants in the universe come back to life, and sitting at the same poker table as him in the middle of nowhere? Well, it wasn't very likely, but nothing really surprised him anymore.