Room 182 | RP for allison_md
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To say Logan had received a few strange looks when he'd entered the hotel would have been an understatement. He'd half expected the concierge to tell him he was disobeying some unspoken dress code, but he leveled the man with a glare and made sure he made it known that he could cover any and all expenses. He selected one of the 'superior rooms' figuring that a king size bed would at least look good even if it never got used. He had to wonder what the concierge would say if Logan asked him to replace it with a kitchen table, but he kept his mouth shut and just smirked all the way up to the 18th floor.
A quick call to room service ensured that champagne and strawberries would be waiting for the lady doctor, and Logan shed his jacket and shirt until he was just in his singlet and faded jeans. He rolled his shoulders as he surveyed the cityscape outside the window, not in the least feeling guilty about arranging a booty call with a stranger, or finding out that the stranger was best friends with Rogue's doctor boyfriend. It didn't much matter to him, so long as the chemistry carried on from their heated and brief exchange online. Whoever thought that the Wolverine would pick someone up in a chat room?
To say Logan had received a few strange looks when he'd entered the hotel would have been an understatement. He'd half expected the concierge to tell him he was disobeying some unspoken dress code, but he leveled the man with a glare and made sure he made it known that he could cover any and all expenses. He selected one of the 'superior rooms' figuring that a king size bed would at least look good even if it never got used. He had to wonder what the concierge would say if Logan asked him to replace it with a kitchen table, but he kept his mouth shut and just smirked all the way up to the 18th floor.
A quick call to room service ensured that champagne and strawberries would be waiting for the lady doctor, and Logan shed his jacket and shirt until he was just in his singlet and faded jeans. He rolled his shoulders as he surveyed the cityscape outside the window, not in the least feeling guilty about arranging a booty call with a stranger, or finding out that the stranger was best friends with Rogue's doctor boyfriend. It didn't much matter to him, so long as the chemistry carried on from their heated and brief exchange online. Whoever thought that the Wolverine would pick someone up in a chat room?