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When Logan saunters in in uniform he's not really expecting the bar. But, since it's here he pushes back the mask and heads for the counter, parking himself on a stool.

Bar provides a beer and he hunches over to nurse it.

To go by the grime on the costume he's post tangling with someone or something, but since the clothing is still intact and he's not covered in say blood or blackened with char things weren't all that terrible.

Which is to say he's probably approachable.

Well, as approachable as Logan gets, anyways.

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His eyes meet hers and he listens, understanding.

"It is easier, in a lot of ways," he admits, having forgotten himself before. "But it's a good thing that you know that, and that it ain't somethin' you want."

It took him a long damn time to learn how not to forget, and to realize that was the right choice over the easier path.

"I wouldn't let you forget," he promises her.

She leans -- maybe a little awkwardly -- to bump her shoulder against his and hold there.

Just for a few seconds.

"I know. I trust you."

This pause is longer. Some words are difficult to put together.

"I want to trust me."

Maybe someday.

He shifts to nudge her back.

"You'll get there." He has no doubts.

"For now, remember shoulderin' too much on your own is another way t'lose yourself."

Silence falls.

"I will annoy you," X says at last.

"With how much I will talk to you."

It's a promise.

Logan gives a sound that's both a snort and a chuckle.

"Trust me, y'wouldn't be the first to gab my ear off." Jubilee and Kitty both could go on for hours without ever taking a breath.

That's how it felt like to him, anyways.

"It always grows back," X agrees. "Your ear."

X is not smiling, but --

Maybe she would, if her face moved like that.

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"Smart ass," he grumps, but the smirk rucking up the side of his mouth ruins some of the growly effect.

"I have been taking notes."

She learned it from all those teenagers you introduced her to, once upon a time. In part.

"I figured. You sure as hell didn't get it from me."

That's a damned lie and they both know it.

He finishes his beer then nods at her float.

"Bar, gimme one of them."

X's victory is complete.

Not least because Bar provides Logan's float complete with a neon purple curly straw.

It matches X's.

Logan gives the impression of an eye roll without actually performing the action, then pulls the glass close and uses the purple straw to stir up the ice cream before taking a drink of the float.

"So, whatcha wanna do?" he asks, nodding in approval at the drink despite the cutesy straw. (There's every possibility that he might like the straw, but none that he'll admit to it.)

(X will never make him. It's the knowing that's important, not the telling.)

She considers this question carefully, sipping at her float all the while.

Then --

"There are motorcycles. Downstairs. Some of them hover."

Beat.

"We could race them. The weather is not terrible. Today."

"Y'don't say," he says with an interested tilt of his head.

"Sounds like fun."

And, for once (hopefully), the kind that won't land him in the cells.

"You can finish your float," X says, very generously.

"First."

(As long as he refrains from punching anyone they run into, he'll be fine.)

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"Yer all heart," he drawls, settling in to do just that.

He takes his time, and once his straw is sputtering in the bottom of an empty glass he sits back and lets out a loud belch.

"These things don't fly, do they?"

X blinks. Twice.

"I have not tried."

Beat.

"They do not have to."

Does he want ones that fly? She can probably find some.

"Not havin' to suits me. Not really a fan of flyin'."

He'll do it, when has to, but motorcycles and any close to the ground equivalents suit him much better.

"You do not mind being thrown. Sometimes."

What?

"That is like flying."

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"Only 'cus I get to stab somebody after," he replies sardonically.

Damn smart ass.

She comes by it honestly.

"We can go to the Labyrinth. After. There are things to stab there."

X stands up, regardless, and starts heading for the basement. They will be spoiled for motorcycle choice.

He grunts in reply, then gets up and follows after her.

"I'm thinkin' I haven't checked out this place near enough." He's never been to the garage for one. Or the Labyrinth.

"I will help," X offers, as they wait for the elevator to open.

So many horizons to broaden, so little time.

Maybe he wants to meet Sunshine Dust, too!

[ooc: Want to fade here and Noodle Incident the motorcycles and Labyrinth? I do not have much brain left in me for shenanigans.]

"I expect you to," he says, matter of fact.

She is the one with the badge to the place and all.

[ooc: I love you so much right now, especially for using Noodle Incident as a verb. XD That works fine for me, thank you so much for the thread. <3]

[OOC: Same, my friend! Same. <33333]

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