(Untitled)

[claws_of_rage]

Tonight had been rough. Sparring with Scott had went well, he's pretty sure he damn near broke Scott's nose and feigned it as an accident. But then he found his secret stash of whiskey, which he is also blaming on the fearless leader. Tonight was a whiskey night, not a beer night so the shit he had back at the mansion that wasn't found wouldn't do

Comments

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake pulled up parking his bike next to a beautiful sports bike. It looked fast, really fast and it made him smile even after all the bullshit he had been through earlier in the day. He wanted a drink, a whole sea of drinks.

He walked into the bar and looked at the bartender. They all knew him he didn't even have to ask anymore. By the time he had made it to sit a bottle of Vodka and glass was already waiting. He looked at the glass with distain and tossed it over his shoulder before taking a huge drink from the bottle. They'd add the broken glass to his tab. He didn't care.

[claws_of_rage]

He pours himself a drink and downs it, growling at the slight burn. That was one of the things that sucked about his healing ability. He could drink his weight in booze and he'd barely be tipsy. His brow raises when he hears a glass break and looks over to the side, wondering if some fucker was tryin' to start something.

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake noticed a few people look his direction when the glass shattered behind him. Most didn't look for long except the other man at the bar with a bottle in front of him. He was rough looking, probably not a man to tangle with. Snake smiled at him and held the bottle up a little in a gesture of "cheers" before taking another drink.

[claws_of_rage]

Logan raises his own bottle in a "cheers" and pours another glass. Having worn a eyepatch himself long ago he's come to the conclusion you just don't fuck with a guy wearing one. Though he does look like he'd be evenly matched with him. But resetting bones was just a pain in the ass. His gravelly voice is a little low.

"There anything to do around here beside drink this watered down shit?"

[violet_arrows]

Clint walks out of the dark. He still was thrown off by this version of New York but he decided he should have some fun. He noticed Wolverine walk into the place he was heading and guessed that since this guy wasnt short, it wasnt his Wolverine.

He walked into the bar and settled down on stool, at least 2 away from the familiar looking canadian.

[claws_of_rage]

Logan pours his second drink and lets it sit there, listening. He catches sight of some guy that just walked in. Quickly downing the second drink he slams the glass on the counter and refills it.

[violet_arrows]

Clint looks over. Guess now was a better time than ever.
"Hows it going?"

[claws_of_rage]

His brows raise and he sips his drink. "Slowly."