[She'd meant to keep an eye on Oliver while Remy was away. Truly. She'd meant to keep herself calm while sitting around the empty and too quiet apartment. And if it had taken a few shots of gin and a halfhearted nap to manage it, well.
It didn't change the fact that she couldn't save most of his wardrobe.
Especially the coat.
Mostly the coat.
Oliver was a bloated, lethargic mess next to her on the sofa. Too much leather. And not but a scrap of a cuff left to show that Gambit had ever had a leather duster to begin with.
August 19th, early evening
It didn't change the fact that she couldn't save most of his wardrobe.
Especially the coat.
Mostly the coat.
Oliver was a bloated, lethargic mess next to her on the sofa. Too much leather. And not but a scrap of a cuff left to show that Gambit had ever had a leather duster to begin with.
Rems was going to be pissed.]