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Winter coat on and a determined smile on her face Tabitha walked down the road with her arm looped around Logan’s waist and enjoying the crisp cold air. She’d have driven but figured if anyone could appreciate the calm silent weirdness of nature it’d be Wolverine-and besides the bar was only a block down the road, hidden behind a local hardware store like a secret.
The painted name that had once rested above the front doors had long flaked off never to be replaced as it faded into obscurity. But when she pushed through the old wooden doors mentally giggling at the old western like entrance, the atmosphere was homey. It smelled of beer and cigarettes, country played on the jukebox, the waitresses had seen better days and the bartender could have been in world war two for all she knew.
“Welcome to the best dang secret in town Logan.”
The painted name that had once rested above the front doors had long flaked off never to be replaced as it faded into obscurity. But when she pushed through the old wooden doors mentally giggling at the old western like entrance, the atmosphere was homey. It smelled of beer and cigarettes, country played on the jukebox, the waitresses had seen better days and the bartender could have been in world war two for all she knew.
“Welcome to the best dang secret in town Logan.”