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"I'm sure you can ask all sorts 'round these parts about my bite or sting, chere, but we all friends now," The jest back from the fox-eared mutant brought a grin to Gambit's features that wasn't just his usual charm and joviality. Witty in the worst way, it was his kind of joke. "And 'a don't mind, been filmed a few times, but I don't think those fly with the terms of service," He spoke as he worked, objects floating too and around him as he both put on a show and rustled up the drink. 

"Pretty or strong?" The question was asked mid flow, and whatever the answer, he made it to suit, soon pouring out a vibrant red drink, finished with a slice of lime pressed to the rim of the glass. "That there's a Bayou Rum Punch, girl, dangerous drink that, lead to all sorts of mistakes and headaches, but sure does taste sweet." With that, the hero-turned-bartender leant forwards on the bar, his hands pressed to the surface. "So, what do you want to be filmin' with ol' Gambit? What kinda story you and yours wantin'?"