So That's Why He Gets Chicks...
(OOC: Supposed to be the same day of Syd's melodramatic incident.)
Logan's a pretty good guy. And I'm not just typing this because I'm kinda drunk. He gave me some advance for getting out of this situation with Alison. Writin it down now so I don't forget it. Basically I gotta grovel I think lowers and choholates are involved. Not wholly sure. But I'm supposed to tell her the truth. bear myself before her and try not to be too scar.y and, If it works I' supposed to give him soethan. Black stake? The screen's looking fuzzy. I'm gonna go now. Goo nigta.
(WES) Harry's Bar
An old tavern that stands from Revolutionary Times, Harry's is a common hide-away place for humans and mutants alike, although surprisingly quite a bit of the latter can be found, for all of the owner's devil-may-care attitude towards them. Modestly furnished in dark woods, it holds a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere that appeals to many, although almost never crowded. Up against one wall stretches the bar itself with several red leather barstools stationed in front of it and an impressive selection, behind the counter. Most of the rest of the room, however, is occupied by a few tables and booths, for people to dine at. Definitely not any kind of white-collar establishment, but the company it keeps is good.
o/~ Wasting away in Magarita ville... Searching for my lost shaker of salt. o/~ Sydney is staring at a half-empty margarita glass, pondering if he should drink the rest. Honestly, there's nothing for him to think about. He plans to drink it--the real question is should he order another? After what happened earlier that day with Alison, he thinks he deserves to get good and drunk. Hang the consequences! He wrote a note to himself to go sleep off the alcohol as a squirrel later, just in case he forgets. Thankfully, he's not that drunk yet. There's only a mild buzz on his breath and the fact that he's not happy is probably what's keeping him from shape-shifting randomly. It's night, and he's in feel_sorry_for_myself_mode.
Logan comes into the bar, looking as surly and blue collar as usual. He goes to the bar to alert Harry to his presence and as he turns away, he spots Sydney. Sitting there all by himself and looking unusually quiet. That might not be a good sign. Logan sighs and resigns himself to acting social and concerned. He gets a bottle of Jack Daniels first. "Hey, Syd," he says, flopping into a seat without waiting to be invited. "Whassup?"
Steel your resolve, Mr. Muttonchops. Syd is feeling melodramatic today. And his breath smells of black cherry magarita mix. "Hey, you," he mumbles with his lips still connected to the red straw sticking out of his glass. "Up? No, I am down, man. Seriously. I can't even lift my head away from this glass." Gross exaggeration? Mmmyep. "I gotta say, though. This thing's pretty delicious for something I shouldn't be drinking."
Logan snorts. "Yeah, because you've never been known to do something dumb when drunk," he says drily as he settles in and pours himself a stiff shot. "Why's life suck today, Mr. Drama?"
Sydney looks between Logan and the margarita glass. Somehow, his lips find the power to come off that straw and he pushes the glass aside. Siiiigh. "Life sucks today, because I am a loser! The biggest loser ever!" He slumps forward and lets one hand keep his head just a few inches above the table. "I've never had a girlfriend. At least not in the conventional sense. I've had a lot of 'girl' 'friends'; got plenty of them now. But as far as running bases goes with them? I'm not even on the baseball team."
Logan nearly does a spit-take as he realizes what Syd's problem is. "Never had a girlfriend?" he repeats, and it is at least to Sydney's credit that Logan sounds incredulous. What comes out of his mouth next might not sound so flattering, however: "What, do they think you're gay?"
Sydney shrugs, nods and lets his free hand fly up and fall to his side. "Some of them, I'm sure." Yes, he has been asked before, so the statement doesn't bother him so much. "But I don't really care about them. I mean, I've never really been attracted to many girls before." He smiles briefly. "Except that boyhood crush I had on Ororo because she was all sorts of exotic and I was all sorts of hippie lovechild." Then he sighs again. "Now though... Well. I don't know," he whines and lets his forehead hit the table. "I suck with women. More than a decade of acting prowess to my name and I can't even keep one from leaving my apartment with a frown bigger than the smile she came in with."
Logan settles back in his seat, sensing a story he can mock Syd over. Of course, he has the advantage of not being buzzed in this particular battle of wits. "What'd you do to her? You turn into her mirror image and show her that she's pickin' up love handles or somethin'?"
"Pff. I wish," Syd says as he stirs the straw of his margarita. "At least then I could buy her flowers and a card. Wonder if Hallmark makes a card for mutants who lie about not being mutants."
Logan frowns at Syd. "You got this girl you like. You don't like that many girls. You got this one you like. Into your apartment. And you lie about being a mutant. Which sends her storming out of there?"
Sydney sits back and rubs his face with both his hands. "It's even more complicated than that, if you can believe," he mutters, then slumps in his seat. "See, she is human. At least that's what she said when I stupidly asked her. And she's a teacher at one of the schools. She's working on this program to help parents cope with mutant children; to be okay with them, not fearful or hateful. She wants all the support she can get with this thing, and I really want to give it to her. But..."
Unfortunately, this story is more complicated and less mockable than Logan had hoped. "But you don't wanna out yourself? Where's the problem with that? Did you turn into a sheepdog in front of her or something? Or, like, Brad Pitt?"
Sydney holds up one hand while burying his face in the other. "Sheepdog," he admits. "Or more specifically, she walked my Great Dane, Sydney, home after finding him wandering the park all by himself." He shook his head and slumped further in his chair. Any farther and he'll be under the table. "Well, on the one hand, she still thinks I have a dog. But on the other, because I pussy-footed around her 'what about you' response to my mutant question, I think she knows I am one but is upset with me for not telling her."
Logan rolls his eyes. "Dude. Guys do the same stupid shit all the time. You should date a telepath to tell you to stop being a moron and trying to lie when you clearly can't lie for shit." He leans across the table. "Listen up, kid. You're going to call this girl up. Take her out some place nice. Dinner, a show, whatever does it for you. Tell her you freaked out 'cause you like her so much and didn't want to fuck it up. You're a mutant, you don't have a dog and you're sorry you gave her the run around. Then grovel and Do. Not. Lie. Got it?"
Sydney slowwwwwly sits up straight as Logan reams out instructions for him. "... Should I be writing this down?"
Logan pauses. "If you're so drunk you think you'll forget that? Yeah. It's pretty simple. One: apologize. Two: tell her the truth. Three: apologize more." He knocks back a shot, pours, and then knocks back another.
One: apologize. Two: tell her the truth? "But--" Syd twiddles his thumbs and thinks. "What if I show her what I can do, and she runs screaming for help?"
"Dude." Logan stares at Syd over their considerable combined alcohol. "She runs this mutant adjustment for kids thing. Tell 'er first. Then show 'er, when she's prepped. She ain't gonna run screaming, and if she does? You were screwed from the start."
Well, that certainly doesn't make Sydney feel any better. But, at least he's got a foundation for his future groveling. "Okay. Maybe I should give her a few days, first. I mean, she really, really didn't look happy when she left." His brows raise. "She said she really wanted to see me! Well, she said that to 'my dog'." As realization strikes him, his face goes to the table again. "Oh man... I was eavesdropping on her in dog_mode! She's gonna KILL me when she finds out...."
"Well, get it all out at once," Logan advises. "Make it a big fuckup and get it over with. You combine the I-fucked-up with here's-my-big-secret and you get forgiveness and intimacy all at once. But you gotta do it, or she'll find out eventually, and then she'll be really pissed."
"Yeah, yeah," Syd grumbles, then looks around the bar. "Check please?" "You already paid and this isn't a restaurant," a waitress calls to him while rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah," he says, then slides his seat out. "Well, I better go home, then. No sense staying around here, adding to my list of mistakes. Thanks a lot for the advice, though. If it works, I'll... I dunno. Owe you a big black angus steak."
Logan has to grin at that. "Now that's a good thank you gift," he replies, lifting his shot glass in salute. "Good luck, bud. Be sure to sober up before you call her."
Sydney smiles tiredly, then slides out of his seat and turns for the door. Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.
Rated Y for 'You should know by now that when Logan's name is up there, some profanity may be present'.
Logan's a pretty good guy. And I'm not just typing this because I'm kinda drunk. He gave me some advance for getting out of this situation with Alison. Writin it down now so I don't forget it. Basically I gotta grovel I think lowers and choholates are involved. Not wholly sure. But I'm supposed to tell her the truth. bear myself before her and try not to be too scar.y and, If it works I' supposed to give him soethan. Black stake? The screen's looking fuzzy. I'm gonna go now. Goo nigta.
(WES) Harry's Bar
An old tavern that stands from Revolutionary Times, Harry's is a common hide-away place for humans and mutants alike, although surprisingly quite a bit of the latter can be found, for all of the owner's devil-may-care attitude towards them. Modestly furnished in dark woods, it holds a relaxed, comfortable atmosphere that appeals to many, although almost never crowded. Up against one wall stretches the bar itself with several red leather barstools stationed in front of it and an impressive selection, behind the counter. Most of the rest of the room, however, is occupied by a few tables and booths, for people to dine at. Definitely not any kind of white-collar establishment, but the company it keeps is good.
o/~ Wasting away in Magarita ville... Searching for my lost shaker of salt. o/~ Sydney is staring at a half-empty margarita glass, pondering if he should drink the rest. Honestly, there's nothing for him to think about. He plans to drink it--the real question is should he order another? After what happened earlier that day with Alison, he thinks he deserves to get good and drunk. Hang the consequences! He wrote a note to himself to go sleep off the alcohol as a squirrel later, just in case he forgets. Thankfully, he's not that drunk yet. There's only a mild buzz on his breath and the fact that he's not happy is probably what's keeping him from shape-shifting randomly. It's night, and he's in feel_sorry_for_myself_mode.
Logan comes into the bar, looking as surly and blue collar as usual. He goes to the bar to alert Harry to his presence and as he turns away, he spots Sydney. Sitting there all by himself and looking unusually quiet. That might not be a good sign. Logan sighs and resigns himself to acting social and concerned. He gets a bottle of Jack Daniels first. "Hey, Syd," he says, flopping into a seat without waiting to be invited. "Whassup?"
Steel your resolve, Mr. Muttonchops. Syd is feeling melodramatic today. And his breath smells of black cherry magarita mix. "Hey, you," he mumbles with his lips still connected to the red straw sticking out of his glass. "Up? No, I am down, man. Seriously. I can't even lift my head away from this glass." Gross exaggeration? Mmmyep. "I gotta say, though. This thing's pretty delicious for something I shouldn't be drinking."
Logan snorts. "Yeah, because you've never been known to do something dumb when drunk," he says drily as he settles in and pours himself a stiff shot. "Why's life suck today, Mr. Drama?"
Sydney looks between Logan and the margarita glass. Somehow, his lips find the power to come off that straw and he pushes the glass aside. Siiiigh. "Life sucks today, because I am a loser! The biggest loser ever!" He slumps forward and lets one hand keep his head just a few inches above the table. "I've never had a girlfriend. At least not in the conventional sense. I've had a lot of 'girl' 'friends'; got plenty of them now. But as far as running bases goes with them? I'm not even on the baseball team."
Logan nearly does a spit-take as he realizes what Syd's problem is. "Never had a girlfriend?" he repeats, and it is at least to Sydney's credit that Logan sounds incredulous. What comes out of his mouth next might not sound so flattering, however: "What, do they think you're gay?"
Sydney shrugs, nods and lets his free hand fly up and fall to his side. "Some of them, I'm sure." Yes, he has been asked before, so the statement doesn't bother him so much. "But I don't really care about them. I mean, I've never really been attracted to many girls before." He smiles briefly. "Except that boyhood crush I had on Ororo because she was all sorts of exotic and I was all sorts of hippie lovechild." Then he sighs again. "Now though... Well. I don't know," he whines and lets his forehead hit the table. "I suck with women. More than a decade of acting prowess to my name and I can't even keep one from leaving my apartment with a frown bigger than the smile she came in with."
Logan settles back in his seat, sensing a story he can mock Syd over. Of course, he has the advantage of not being buzzed in this particular battle of wits. "What'd you do to her? You turn into her mirror image and show her that she's pickin' up love handles or somethin'?"
"Pff. I wish," Syd says as he stirs the straw of his margarita. "At least then I could buy her flowers and a card. Wonder if Hallmark makes a card for mutants who lie about not being mutants."
Logan frowns at Syd. "You got this girl you like. You don't like that many girls. You got this one you like. Into your apartment. And you lie about being a mutant. Which sends her storming out of there?"
Sydney sits back and rubs his face with both his hands. "It's even more complicated than that, if you can believe," he mutters, then slumps in his seat. "See, she is human. At least that's what she said when I stupidly asked her. And she's a teacher at one of the schools. She's working on this program to help parents cope with mutant children; to be okay with them, not fearful or hateful. She wants all the support she can get with this thing, and I really want to give it to her. But..."
Unfortunately, this story is more complicated and less mockable than Logan had hoped. "But you don't wanna out yourself? Where's the problem with that? Did you turn into a sheepdog in front of her or something? Or, like, Brad Pitt?"
Sydney holds up one hand while burying his face in the other. "Sheepdog," he admits. "Or more specifically, she walked my Great Dane, Sydney, home after finding him wandering the park all by himself." He shook his head and slumped further in his chair. Any farther and he'll be under the table. "Well, on the one hand, she still thinks I have a dog. But on the other, because I pussy-footed around her 'what about you' response to my mutant question, I think she knows I am one but is upset with me for not telling her."
Logan rolls his eyes. "Dude. Guys do the same stupid shit all the time. You should date a telepath to tell you to stop being a moron and trying to lie when you clearly can't lie for shit." He leans across the table. "Listen up, kid. You're going to call this girl up. Take her out some place nice. Dinner, a show, whatever does it for you. Tell her you freaked out 'cause you like her so much and didn't want to fuck it up. You're a mutant, you don't have a dog and you're sorry you gave her the run around. Then grovel and Do. Not. Lie. Got it?"
Sydney slowwwwwly sits up straight as Logan reams out instructions for him. "... Should I be writing this down?"
Logan pauses. "If you're so drunk you think you'll forget that? Yeah. It's pretty simple. One: apologize. Two: tell her the truth. Three: apologize more." He knocks back a shot, pours, and then knocks back another.
One: apologize. Two: tell her the truth? "But--" Syd twiddles his thumbs and thinks. "What if I show her what I can do, and she runs screaming for help?"
"Dude." Logan stares at Syd over their considerable combined alcohol. "She runs this mutant adjustment for kids thing. Tell 'er first. Then show 'er, when she's prepped. She ain't gonna run screaming, and if she does? You were screwed from the start."
Well, that certainly doesn't make Sydney feel any better. But, at least he's got a foundation for his future groveling. "Okay. Maybe I should give her a few days, first. I mean, she really, really didn't look happy when she left." His brows raise. "She said she really wanted to see me! Well, she said that to 'my dog'." As realization strikes him, his face goes to the table again. "Oh man... I was eavesdropping on her in dog_mode! She's gonna KILL me when she finds out...."
"Well, get it all out at once," Logan advises. "Make it a big fuckup and get it over with. You combine the I-fucked-up with here's-my-big-secret and you get forgiveness and intimacy all at once. But you gotta do it, or she'll find out eventually, and then she'll be really pissed."
"Yeah, yeah," Syd grumbles, then looks around the bar. "Check please?" "You already paid and this isn't a restaurant," a waitress calls to him while rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah," he says, then slides his seat out. "Well, I better go home, then. No sense staying around here, adding to my list of mistakes. Thanks a lot for the advice, though. If it works, I'll... I dunno. Owe you a big black angus steak."
Logan has to grin at that. "Now that's a good thank you gift," he replies, lifting his shot glass in salute. "Good luck, bud. Be sure to sober up before you call her."
Sydney smiles tiredly, then slides out of his seat and turns for the door. Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.
Rated Y for 'You should know by now that when Logan's name is up there, some profanity may be present'.