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milliways_bar2017-05-02 02:09 pm
adamantiumloner) wrote in milliways_bar2017-05-02 02:09 pm
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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.
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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The grip on his glass is tight by the end and there's an ache in his knuckles at the thought of the scene and the scumbags Hank encountered.
Personally Logan would have gutted them, but that's not something Hank needs to hear right now.
"Havin' it not sit well says a lot," he says at last. "So does being able to make that decision in the moment like you did."
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"I made certain they got home safely after that." He finds a malicious grin before continuing. "And I was sure there was plenty of evidence left for the police. I may have had to doctor some of it to show they were planning to kidnap a white child for it to matter to those police."
Hank isn't so quite comfortable with that last bit. More for the need than the doing. He knew it was right, but hates that the police were turning a blind eye that needed directing.
"I fear the poor fellows may end up in the institution for the criminally insane. What with their talk of a blue monster who attacked them."
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"Racist assholes." He takes a long drink from his beer, then sets the empty glass on the counter for a refill.
"Sounds like y'did a good job, kid."
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"Thank you. I do appreciate it." He takes another sip of the beer. "Not to be ungrateful, but is there a better beer you might suggest?"
The dangers of heightened senses, cheap beer taste even worse.
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He raps on the counter and Bar produces a glass of what Logan's drinking. It's still Canadian, but much better than what Hank has, especially with their heightened senses.
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After another moment, he turns to Logan. "Is there any fighting that aims to incapacitate?"
Caught in the irony of his desire to fight but not harm, Hank is at a lose for words.
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"Most fightin' aims t'do that," he notes, amused. "If yer askin' if you can bring a man down without takin' him out, sure, there's that, too."
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"That is good to know. I've been practicing my punches, as X showed me, but perhaps I'll work my way to other methods once I've satisfied her."
"It seems wise to be skillful with one skill before moving to the next."
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Punches are pretty easy stuff when compared to everything else that can be taught and learned in fighting.
"Show it to me."
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Standing, he snaps out a quick punch, throwing his full body into it, and then repeats it slower in case Logan missed anything. It is a very nice punch, technically perfect, but also the kind of punch that likely gets beaten up in back allies because it is too pretty for the streets.
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Middle and high school doesn't count right?