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[sixgoodreasons]

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.

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outside the bar

[sixgoodreasons]

[wrong_sometimes]

And dare feels like it's Cassie's middle name some days. She's been standing on a corner near the bar for the last ten minutes, looking at her notepad and looking again out at the crowd for the guy she'd drawn that morning.

She'd rather be anywhere but outside a bar looking for a guy that, what, had claws? But that was the thing. She was still human and this was the first guy she'd seen that wasn't her or Nick and he was going to be in big trouble. She didn't like being public and all, but some things she couldn't let slide. Her mother wouldn't, so she can't.

Catching sight of him, she pushes off the wall she was leaning on and calls out, moving to intercept the guy.

"Hey, you! Logan! Stop!"

[ooc: this time in the right place.]

[sixgoodreasons]

If there's one thing on the very long list of things Logan really doesn't want to have to deal with right now, it's nervous-looking kids trotting towards him, yelling his name.

He doesn't even glance at her, just keeps moving, his motorcycle boots all but striking sparks off the sidewalk. Figures she's new at the Institute or something, looking for someone to bug about getting into the Danger Room.

"Go bother someone else, kid," he growls at her, jaw tight, "I ain't in the mood."

[wrong_sometimes]

Figures he'd speed up. Cassie barely represses her eye roll and runs the last few feet that separate them, clutching her notebook and her messenger bag. Why do people have to make this difficult? She's trying to help.

"I get you're not in the mood. I'm not either. Can you stop so I don't haveta run? I'm trying to save your life, here."

inside the bar

[sixgoodreasons]

[doubleoohbaby]

More often than not, bars are a place for James to pick up his latest lay and spend the night getting the attention he's so well known for. He caters to female requests, ordering vodka martinis, quoting his famous lines and dressing dapper to keep the masses happy.

But Bond doesn't feel much like that recently. There's the selfish urge to do what he wants, avoiding the crowds and retreating to somewhere off the beaten track. Country music isn't really his thing but a place like this is saving him a lot of stares from 'fans'. He'd not really been wanting or expecting company tonight, but he can't help but notice the appearance of a familiar figure. James recognises that face.

[sixgoodreasons]

Weird kid dispensed of, Logan heads on inside the Shed, stepping through the open door into a bubble of beer farts, air conditioning and Lynyrd Skynyrd's greatest hits.

Out of habit, he scopes the room as he heads towards the bar. He counts twenty-eight people including the bartender: pretty normal for the time of night. Most of them are either staring at their drinks or watching the baseball game on the TV above the pool table. A couple glance up at Logan and look away again, not too interested in a short sweaty guy with too much arm hair. One, though, goes on looking.

Logan catches his eye and immediately recognises him, from both the network and the only half-decent movie in the whole franchise. He looks tired, and out of place.

Sliding in at the bar a few stools down from Mr. Bond, Logan signals the bartender with a wave of his hand, more than content to ignore the other man for as long as possible.

[holycablechrist]

Nathan was getting stir-crazy. The lack of action in the City was actually unsettling and it did not help the heightening tension between himself and his remaining family. He was still renting out a motel room with mercenary money on the outskirts of the City. Domino was somewhere else that night which left Nathan to do his own thing as it was usually for them. He needed a drink maybe a bar fight and found one of the usual bars he frequented within the City.

And on this night, he would just happen to find Logan and a few other familiar faces seated at the bar. He welcomed himself a spot one seat away from Logan and ordered a beer. As he waited for his drink, he turned to Logan. "Come here often?"