🍻-- Waystone Tavern - seemed that it wasn't only dinky little bars in small towns or those in the darker areas of cities that had trouble. Central city bars had their own share of rowdy customers.
Well, he'd tried to de-escalate it first after hearing the interaction go south, then Logan had gotten cracked in the nose and called "runt" (real creative), and that had done it. He'd swung back.
The scuffle had been brought to an end by a rough elbow to the nose for one of the men (definitely broken considering that it had met with unbreakable Adamantium) and another man flipped clear over Logan's own person, slammed into the ground hard enough to take his breath away. Even without his strength, he was plenty strong as it was. He had to be to withstand the skeleton he bore. The more than a century of military work didn't hurt either.
It was a slow shift back to the norm, but a shift back to it nonetheless as Logan took a seat again to actually enjoy into his dinner. Nice as it was to cook at home and for himself (and Uriah), it was also nice to eat out every now and then. Even if the place was mostly one for drink and chatter he'd seen a few things he thought he'd like on the limited menu.
However he'd barely even raised the beer he'd ordered when his nose caught a scent and he turned instead. Magic. It was hard to explain it, but magic did have a scent. A certain tang that it added to the air. Something that co-mingled with the natural scent of a person - then again... gods also smelled different. Distinctly so, he'd found.
More cosmic was the only way he could think to put it. Like meteors burning in the atmosphere. Oddly earthy for things that were above humans and mutants alike.
And he knew he was being watched. It prickled the back of his neck.
"You looking for something?"
@mischiefmodig // starter call