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WHO: Logan (sixgoodreasons) and open
WHERE: The Tool Shed, a dive bar on the East Side known for its lenient attitude towards imPorted.
WHEN: 6th & 7th of July, late evening to early morning.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, drinking, country music.
SUMMARY: Just another Tuesday night.
FORMAT: Whatever feels natural.
It's been a long hot day in the City, long enough and hot enough that by the time he hits the street, Logan is only three words away from punching someone in the face if he doesn't get a beer right the hell now. Trouble is, he's just not built for this kind of climate. Every part of him that ain't scratchable in polite society is itching up a storm; the combined reek of warm garbage and overheated asphalt has given him a headache. Irritation gnaws at him with dull overcast teeth. The thought of a cool drink and the darkness of the Shed is the only thing keeping him from, as Jubilee puts it, "righteously flipping out".
He stalks towards the bar like a man on a mission, toothpick stuck between his lips, daring his fellow pedestrians to get in his way.
WHERE: The Tool Shed, a dive bar on the East Side known for its lenient attitude towards imPorted.
WHEN: 6th & 7th of July, late evening to early morning.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, drinking, country music.
SUMMARY: Just another Tuesday night.
FORMAT: Whatever feels natural.
It's been a long hot day in the City, long enough and hot enough that by the time he hits the street, Logan is only three words away from punching someone in the face if he doesn't get a beer right the hell now. Trouble is, he's just not built for this kind of climate. Every part of him that ain't scratchable in polite society is itching up a storm; the combined reek of warm garbage and overheated asphalt has given him a headache. Irritation gnaws at him with dull overcast teeth. The thought of a cool drink and the darkness of the Shed is the only thing keeping him from, as Jubilee puts it, "righteously flipping out".
He stalks towards the bar like a man on a mission, toothpick stuck between his lips, daring his fellow pedestrians to get in his way.