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[double_dynamite]

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

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[45825243_t78_a]

He had to admit, he was impressed. This was just his kind of place, and that Tabs had taken him here rather than someplace, well, louder, was appreciated - though he'd gone along with anything. It was rare for him to be in a good mood, but today, it seemed, was one of those days. The weather probably helped; the fresh, cold air somehow felt right - and so, for that matter, did the company.

After 'guiding' her inside, he finally removed his arm from around Tabitha's shoulder, looking around the place to familiarize himself with it. New, and yet like a thousand other places - just the way he liked it. "What're you drinkin'?"

[double_dynamite]

"Hrm Heineken."
With a friendly wave towards one of the waitresses and a playful wink at the bartender who only snorted in response Tabby glanced around the room. She'd been here about ten times all together since she found it last spring and had started to think of it as a weird little piece of home. When compared to her madcap shopping and day to day life it was nice to have a place to go to and chill out.
"You want to sit at the bar or in one of the little booth things?"

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"Bar," he said simply; it was familiar, and right - and it would save them and the waitresses a lot of walking. Logan was planning to make an effort and end up feeling at the very least a little bit warm-bellied by the time this was over.

In spite of that, he started with beer too - something slightly more local - ordering for them the moment he slid onto one of the stools. Tabby might have taken him here, but he was paying. It was the least he could do after she'd been thoughtful enough to get him Christmas presents; cigars were always welcome, and though the coat needed a little wearing in to feel like his, he did like it. "At the risk of soundin' like a bad pick-up line... You come here often?" He'd noticed the way she'd interacted with the staff, and it had made him curious.

[double_dynamite]

She snorted slightly at his question, and with a somewhat embarrassed smile at her reaction to the innocent 'come here often' sipped her beer for a second before nodding. "Yep they all kind of took me under their wing or something when I found the place. It's kinda nice, I mean, the lovely bartender here if like prime time mutant friendly too-so it's nice to know I'd have somewhere to hide if the FOH popped up."

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He grunted a little, understanding. While he'd never gone out of his way to find mutant-friendly places - if someone was stupid enough to want to pick a fight with him, they were welcome - he could appreciate the need for a safe haven. And this bar was... nice. 'Homey' wasn't a word he'd ever use, but that about covered it.

"They been givin' you trouble?" he asked, staring at his beer before taking a good swig. Of course the FOH were hardly known for their good manners, but he wanted to know if he'd missed anything while being away and out of the loop for a while.

[double_dynamite]

She shrugged, brushing off the idea as if the thought of the F.O.H. actually finding her didn't scare her shitless. She could fight, she could kill and she had no worries about doing it either-but the idea of being turned into one of their damned lab rats to be poked and laughed at in a holding cell waiting until they kill her just made her blood run cold.
"A little, but I've been running and pissing them off long enough to know how to go all ninja and duck out. I'm still kind of on their radar after me and some of the rest of us busted up one of their freaky rallies last year with a few stink bombs and some AC/DC."

[45825243_t78_a]

That earned her a little snort; the music was a nice touch. Very subtle. Very her. He should be more worried about all the mutant-hate groups out there, but his concern was only for what they might do to others, never what they might do to him. He was a survivor - and he liked knowing who his enemies were. The FOH were idiots, and they were dangerous, but you tended to know what you were up against. It could be worse.

"Some people never learn," he said, sounding a little melancholy. Coming from him, the remark was almost laughable - if anyone could stubbornly refuse to learn, it was him - but he was deadly serious. It was a serious - and deadly - problem.

((Keep thinking there oughta be an RP about anti-mutant summer camps - just like there are camps that teach kids how not to be gay in America. Which probably already happened somewhere in Marvel's neverending output, but meh. Wish I had time to do stuff like that.))

[double_dynamite]

Tabby smiled and lightly bumped her shoulder against his in an affectionate manner.
"That's what we are for babe. Me with my 'woohoo' attitude and you with your fists and gravity defying hair of awesome. I figure if there's enough mutants who y'know actually enjoy their powers the F.O.H 'll get what's coming to them on like a mega scale, and human kids'll stop being brainwashed by their crazy. Change the world with positiveness and fists of fury."

(( Dude that would be freaking awesome, time consuming but awesome.))

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Logan quirked one corner of his mouth at the hair comment, then shrugged his head. "Some powers're easier to enjoy than others." He didn't mind his own (sometimes enjoyed them a little more than he should); he just needed to handle himself better. He wasn't about to blame that on the X gene. But he could appreciate that not everyone was overjoyed with their mutation. A good many of them could - and sometimes had - gone horribly wrong.

Finishing his beer, he ordered another, looking at Tabs to see if she was ready for round two as well.

((Well, if you know someone up for organizing it, they may steal as desired. I don't have enough time for playing, let alone modding.))

[double_dynamite]

Finishing off the last bit of her own beer Tabby smiled at Logan in thanks. "Yeah. I know that people like Rogue or the ones who can't function in general cause of their powers?
Then I can understand wanting to just be normal. But it's just the other kids who can be totally socially fantastic, but are so used to being afraid because they can do cool shit with their brains or hands that they are scared shitless to even step foot outside that I worry about. "

(( I shall tell you if I find anybody sweetheart. :D))

[45825243_t78_a]

He gestured at Tabs to let the bartender know she should get another too. It was remarkable how well bartenders understood Logan in ways that others usually didn't - but then, they were experts at reading people, and, unlike most others, they had no reason to be afraid of or intimidated by Logan. He wanted drinks; they gave him drinks; he paid them. Nice and simple.

Nodding, Logan wasted no time starting on his second beer, humming around the bottle to indicate his reply would follow as soon as he'd swallowed. "Yeah, I gotcha. Thing is, they gotta stop bein' afraid by themselves. Sometimes, you can help, but ya can't do it for 'em."

[double_dynamite]

"Yeah, it's just-well. I remember being like that, I wasn't afraid of my powers, they'd saved my life too many times to be afraid of them. But I remember being terrified of being me because so many people were willing to kick me to the curb for being a mutant when I was barely a teenager. I don't want them to go through that shit too."

She said most of this in a small voice, her eyes resting on the beer bottle instead of making eye contact. She preferred not to get all emotional or bring up her trust issues, but she trusts Logan.

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"You got through it," he said with a finality that was meant to be comforting, an undertone of something almost like pride. She'd survived; she hadn't given up. That was what made a person strong, regardless of physical strength or powers, and Logan respected it more than anything else in the world. "So will they."

People like him and her were doing what they could to help mutants everywhere; she knew that. Pointing it out wouldn't make it more true. Sometimes it seemed like they were getting somewhere, sometimes it seemed like they'd already lost the battle, but they were fighting, and that was the important thing.

[double_dynamite]

"Well I had to stick around, otherwise we'd never had of met and then you'd have no one to bug you."

She was smiling again, teasing as she handled the comfort better then the old memories that had momentarily surfaced and leaned her head on his shoulder as she drank her beer.
"If we can keep giving them something to look up to with the teams and saving the world from the bad dudes in capes maybe we can help more like me actually be confident with themselves. Then we can all go Rambo and take out the F.O.H."

((ooc: I'm gonna catch some Z's bb, be back in a few hours XD.))

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With a crooked grin - though he didn't like to say these things, she could bug him anytime - he rested his head on hers just for a second, more of a pet or shoulder-pat than lasting physical contact.

"The FOH is a symptom, not the problem." As much as he would love to tear them apart, he tried to accept that sometimes violence really did breed violence. It was just a pain in the ass that there was no other way to deal with some issues. "Dunno if the problem's ever gonna go away, but not doin' anythin' sure ain't gonna help."

He wondered sometimes if everything they did helped their cause at all. For every good thing they did, they still got negative publicity; for every problem they solved, they were accused of causing several others. It could be disheartening, but in the end, all they could do was fight for what they knew was right. And that was what he tried to do.

((It's all good. I should be focusing on RL stuff anyway. Yay cleaning/groceries/laundry/etc.))

[double_dynamite]

She gave a small sigh and nodded slightly and sipped her beer and moved her head form his rather muscular shoulder to look him in the eyes and smile.
"Maybe one day we can meet a compromise. Or at least punch a bunch of em in the face along the way. But dude, enough about their crazy butts-what have you been up too?"