By all accounts and purposes, Gambit has had a 'good' night. He knows it was good because he remembers little of it. The point is this- he's come to a great and powerful epiphany. One he will share with all of you very soon. Wait for it....
Any moment...
Yes, Gambit?
Remy holds one long finger up to the room as he gets ready to speak, that voice like honey on gravel perfected by a lifetime of talking people out of their goods, ideals, and spandex.
"..Urp?"
At the last moment he turns on his heel bending over the sofa and vomiting behind the couch.