In a galaxy far, far away....(AU!) there was clubbing.

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Holly may or may not be on a mission. But the tight white leather pants and red halter top that she's wearing suggests that she is.

Logan is, apparently, somewhere in the bar.

Aha. Target acquired.

She saunters up to him and taps his shoulder, beaming. "C'mon. We're going to a club." And then - no matter what he's wearing or Not wearing, she'

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As Logan rarely ventures into public sans clothing, he's wearing jeans and T-shirt. We're sure he blends in better with the Texas bar than he will anywhere Holly's planning to take him.

He raises an eyebrow as he's tugged along with her. He doesn't dare ask where they're going, either because he knows she won't tell him or he would rather not know beforehand.

[starbyforce]

It's probably the latter.

But conveniently enough, they arrive at the front of the bar that she's looking for. Once they get inside ... well, it looks like a regular, calm country bar. There is a man at the counter wiping dirty glasses and wearing a cowboy hat and flannel shirt.

Oh yes, Logan would fit in here just fine. Holly calmly tugs him towards the bar and sits down, waiting expectantly.

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"What're we waitin' fer, kid?" he asks, taking a seat next to her.

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There's a man with a tophat that comes over. No, it's not complete crack.

She smiles at Logan and then jerks her thumb toward the man. "Waitin' for him."

There's an exchange of murmurs between the two and then she's getting up off the stool. "C'mon."