(no subject)

[adamantiumloner]

Logan.

Stool at the end of the bar.

Bottle of Jack and a shot glass.

Cigar.

Cowboy hat.

Comments

[adamantiumloner]

"Ain't nothin' easy, darlin', but here 'special' ain't gonna raise the fuss it would back out there." He nods over his shoulder towards the front door.

[andproud]

There's a pause. A long, long pause.

The sound that precedes her change is little more than a brief rippling as skin gives way to scales, blonde hair to red, and yellow eyes blink back at him as she sits, remarkably a little straighter.

"Guess not."

[adamantiumloner]

He doesn't react to the shift, only nodding once it's done and it's then he offers his hand.

"Logan."

[andproud]

Her smile, remarkably, is one of the few traits that bear resemblance to her non-blue self as she brightens at the introduction.

"Raven," she replies, reaching out to clasp his hand in her own. Strong. And there's not even a flinch from him when her skin touches his.