[Maybe he should had cheated after all, as Remy found himself on the losing end of the hand.

Story time then.]

Well played mon ami. [Remy commented as he placed his hand down on the table.] Let's see.

Ya got Mardi Gras where ya from? [Or even a New Orleans.] Every year my brother, cousins, 'nd few of the boys have a bit of a bet. Call it a tradition or just actin' like plain idiots. Either way, 'nvolves streakin'.

One year, we got my cousin Lapin so drunk that were able to tape him to a street light, without gettin' arrested. Was the cold light of dawn 'fore he sobered up 'nough to figure out what we did to him.