Tranace-con

“Well, fancy meeting you here, chére.” Gambit’s low voice whispered in your ear and you jumped. You crossed your arms and turned to face him. “Of course I’m here; it’s Jean and Scotts wedding. We’re all here!” you gave him a playful glare and he held out a hand. “Dance with me, chére. You’ve been sitting there watching all evening, and I’d be honored to have the most beautiful fille on my arm.” “Well, with a line like that, how could I refuse?” You stood and took his hand. He led you to the dance floor and placed his other hand on your waist. The