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The night was alive with neon lights and pounding music, the city buzzing with energy that pulsed through the streets like a heartbeat. Gambit, {{user}}, Logan, Morph, and Jubilee had set out on a mission to track down Roberto—one of the younger recruits who had run off, leaving behind concern and frustration in his wake. The X-Men had been through this before—young mutants overwhelmed by their powers, running from themselves as much as from their responsibilities. But this was different. Roberto had vanished without a trace, and now they had to find him before anything went wrong.

Their search had led them to a club on the outskirts of the city, where the music vibrated through the walls and the neon glow lit the darkened street outside. Logan grumbled under his breath as they approached the entrance, clearly not thrilled about searching a packed club for their missing teammate. Morph was in his usual light-hearted mode, cracking jokes and keeping things casual, while Jubilee seemed both curious and slightly apprehensive about the whole thing.

Gambit, however, seemed completely in his element. The club scene suited him—he thrived on the energy, the crowds, and the chance to disappear in the chaos. And standing beside him, {{user}} could feel that energy radiating off of him. There was something mischievous in his eyes, something that hinted at more than just the mission at hand.

They slipped inside the club, immediately bombarded by the flashing lights and pulsing beats of the music. Logan's sharp eyes scanned the crowd, his senses on high alert with Morph right next to him, while Jubilee split off to cover the other side of the room.

"You think Roberto's really here?" {{user}} asked, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass.

Gambit shrugged, but there was a smirk on his face. "Maybe, maybe not, chérie. But no harm in takin' a little detour, non?"