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[adamantiumloner]

Logan.

Stool at the end of the bar.

Bottle of Jack and a shot glass.

Cigar.

Cowboy hat.

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[ellectrical]

Elle is sitting, cross-legged, at the center of a table near the bar.

Very slowly, she her head turns, and she's watching Logan.

It's the only part of her that moves.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan drains two shots before he acknowledges her. He's taking it easy tonight, so there's no rush to it.

"Rats don't get ticked at you sittin' on top of the furniture?"

[ellectrical]

She doesn't look impatient, or surprised.

"They haven't before."

Not that she'd care a lot if they were.

[adamantiumloner]

"Hm."

Knowing this place table sitting is probably the least of the staff's concerns.

It's also not like Logan really cares, either. The comment was acknowledgement that he knew she was there and staring. Now, he'll drink his booze and she can keep on looking, or she can get to whatever's on her mind.

Her call.

[ellectrical]

If there is something on her mind, she doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get to it.

Eventually, she asks, "Do they get mad at you?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Here? No. Me an' the rats get along fine."

They're wary of him, but as long as they bring him his drinks and don't let the kitchen overcook his steak, he and they are golden.

"Back home some people bitch about the furniture." Of course, he's usually breaking it or something rather than just sitting on it.

[ellectrical]

She takes a moment to consider this, and then -

"I do things here I wouldn't do back home."

[waco_jim]

Sliding into the stool next to him, another man in a cowboy hat. Pocket full of rolling papers. Other pocket full of something else.

"You sure took your time coming back, pilgrim."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan glances over, then gives a light knock on the counter top, summoning a second shot glass.

"Always a fire t'put out somewhere. Glad t'find this place back in one piece."

He pours and slides one of the glasses over to Jim.

[waco_jim]

Jim grabs the glass and nods.

"It is at that," Jim says. "About a year to the day, I think.

"Now, was it me that promised to buy you a beer, or the other way around?"

[adamantiumloner]

"Really?" That's surprising, but who the hell can track time in a place like this.

Drinking his shot, Logan sets the glass down and shrugs.

"Didn't much keep track." What with the Apocalypse going on an everything. "I don't mind gettin' the first if you'll pick up the next."

[waco_jim]

"Sounds like a plan to me," Jim says.

"This place is funny about time like that. Though more a Howard Hughes kind of funny than a Richard Pryor kind of funny."

[adamantiumloner]

"Good. Darlin'?" Logan gives another rap on the counter and two beers appear.

"I come from a world where shit that goes down here is just run a' the mill, so... " He shrugs and takes a drink.

"How's life been treatin' you, Jimbo?"

[andproud]

There's a Raven at the other end of the Bar, a tall milkshake in a glass sitting in front of her.

With a curly straw.

Slowly, she leans in to take a sip from it and then goes back to idly flipping through a magazine.

[adamantiumloner]

The scent is unmistakable, if somewhat different from the one he's used to. Still, it draws his attention, and when Logan's eyes track its source to the blond at the counter he shakes his head.

"Well, shit."

And here he thought he might actually stay out of the cells this time in.

[andproud]

For the most part, Raven remains blissfully ignorant that she's attracted anyone's attention.

That being said, if Logan continues to stare, she will experience that slight prickling sensation that anyone typically gets when they have a feeling they're being watched.

When she does look up, naturally, her gaze scans the room and she pinches her lips together in a fleeting smile.

[adamantiumloner]

Aside from the scent differences the fact that she hasn't jumped up and tried to kill him yet says this is probably one of those 'other universe' things at work again.

Or, it's Raven being Raven and the second he lets his guard down she'll be there sticking a knife in his kidney.

He gives her a short nod when she notices him, not betraying any recognition. If she doesn't know him that puts advantage in his favor.

[andproud]

She gets up from her seat after a minute, curiosity getting the better of her.

She's not as good at Charles is as spotting fellow mutants, but she doesn't have the advantage of being able to look inside their heads.

Leaning across the bar, she spares a glance for the bottle in front of him, one leg dangling out from her seat on a closer stool.

"That all for you?"

[adamantiumloner]

When she starts moving he keeps track of her, though his eyes don't follow her the whole way.

He lets go of his shot glass and rests his hand beside it, fingers loosely curled; ready to make a fist in a heartbeat if he needs to.

When she speaks he glances over, casual with his usual stoicism.

"It does the trick."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's not a bread roll on fire, it's a cigar." Guppy is telling his small son a little further down the bar.

Fry peeps back at Logan.

"Are you a cowboy? You have a Kate hat." he calls over.

[adamantiumloner]

"Kate hat?" Logan pulls off the hat and looks at it. "Either someone caught a bad break when it came time t'name him, or I was lied to where I bought this."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Kate has a hat." Fry says. "And she's a cowboy." Beat. "Cowperson?"

"I think it's 'cowgirl'. Hey Logan." Guppy nods at him.

[adamantiumloner]

"Hm. Well, I ain't a cowboy, person or girl. I just like th'hat."

Logan returns the nod.

"Guppy."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's a good hat." Fry says, getting a crayon and starting to draw one. "If it's rainin' or sunny."

"How are you keeping?" Guppy asks, getting himself a tea from the bar.

[adamantiumloner]

"It does it's job," Logan nods in agreement, pushing the brim of his hat back a bit with one knuckle.

"Still kickin'," he answers Guppy. "You?"