He often thinks that this might have been the way his life would have played out, if things were different. A big score or two every so often, then days and nights spent wasting away in places like this. Different cities, different lovers, different crowds--no permanence. That's how thieves were supposed to be, unattached and never sentimental.

But that's not how things went, and so now his life is a pile of complications. He takes note of Bucky as he enters the place, recognizing him not from home but from their previous encounter. Kate's friend, which meant he probably wasn't Remy's. Or wouldn't be, at the end of things. That's another complication, one Remy should consider dealing with at some point or another.

Instead, he flips a card over his head before catching it in his opposite hand, and when the people around him react with oohs and ahhs he nods towards Bucky.

"Jus' here ta drink, homme?"