#convo:logan

[therapisttothedevil]

Where: Star City - A bar When: Present Day With: Logan @multiple-wars

Linda hadn’t really felt the urge to drink since she’d returned to normal (she half-remembered several evenings out which would explain the lack of desire) but that didn’t mean she’d stopped enjoying the atmosphere of bars. The quiet lull of other people talking and going about their lives was really soothing to her. So, after a full day of appointments she dressed up a little, a red shin length dress, tights and heels, and walked into a place that had become something of her new local. 

She took a barstool and asked for a virgin strawberry daiquiri and pulled out a book she’d been meaning to get into. Twenty minutes later she was on her second glass and a chapter in when a figure took up the barstool next to her that was nothing short of familiar. Looking up, she smiled. “Logan, how are you?” She couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen the man, “You’re looking well,” But then he always seemed to be...

[reluctantheartcd]

@gdialex​

bridget sat quietly in a secluded spot outside an academic building, her phone speaker emitting soft music as she leafed through her sketchbook. finding a blank page, she put her pen to it and started to sketch an amalgamation of people she saw walking across the street. she was completely focused and bit down on her tongue as it poked out her mouth, a habit she’d had for years. with wind blowing her hair, she pressed skip on her phone until she found a song she liked and went back to her paper.

[therapisttothedevil]

@multiple-wars

Flitting between the mutant district and the main city was becoming something of a habit for her now, considering she was a week and some into her vacation here. She was in no mood to be in half a home for Chirstmas and instead had taken to the nearest bar, founding a less then friendly-looking fella and soon having him grinning as she challenged him to a drinking contest; specifically, who can down a pint the fastest. 

A few people had gathered to watch and their jaws dropped as Linda slammed her empty glass down with a whoop of celebration, “A-thank you, thank you,” she curtsied to her few watchers before covering her mouth to hide a less than lady-like burp. 

Turning back to the bar she noticed a rather handsome chap two barstools over and butt-shuffled her way to the one beside him, “Well hey there handsome, why’re you drinking alone during the holidays?” she asked lightly. 

[therapisttothedevil]

@multiple-wars

“No, no, swear to God.” Linda laughed a little, taking another swig of her wine, and looking around the busy bar. “There I am, helping the police track down some would-be murderous stalker, they open her boot expecting to find a dead-body and bam! It was full of horse shit!” She gave in and laughed loudly, running a hand through her hair, “She’d been collecting it for weeks cause the guy mentioned once when they were talking that he liked to fertilise his roses.” she shook her head and raised her glass again, “Ever since that day I can call horse-shit at ten yards.”

[elixirofgold]

@logan-t78a

Josh had taken to spending time in the gardens. After the multiple shitstorms he’d dealt with the last few months being out with the flowers, feeling the soft easy flow of their biology... it was actually pretty calming. Until he turned a corner and saw Logan. All he could think about was claws in his back and a rotting face. He a strangled noise he tipped hard left to try and avoid him and ended up falling into a large bush. So much for being subtle. 

He eventually untangled himself and emerged, only to stare at Logan with wide eyes, his pulse beating rapidly as he was torn between running away and staying.

[iron-t-stark-blog]

Tony & Logan @multiple-wars

The bar was a dingy hole in the wall, but Tony figured it was a good place to start looking for people he knew. Half of New York had already made the move out here, and he wanted to know what the allure of the city was.

So far, he had no idea why anyone would want to be here.

As he walked in, FRIDAY chimed in his ear.

End of the bar, boss, Logan Howlett also known as The Wolverine. Good place to start.

“Yeah I’ve heard he’s worse than the Grinch but sure... why not harass an angry old man with metal claws?” He mumbled just low enough for FRIDAY to pick up.

He slid into the empty barstool next to Logan and ordered a top shelf scotch on the rocks.

“Freshen your drink, kitten?” He nodded to Logan’s mostly empty glass. “Don’t believe we’ve met, Logan. I’m Tony Stark.”

[chesslawrence]

It constantly amuses Luciano to Chester’s screams. He was so good at ignoring them at this point. Infiltrating all of Chester’s loved ones should be a breeze at this point. That and he’d done his good roaming on Chester’s personal memories so acting like him could be that much easier. He’s not even really caring much to act the role of a warlock as small minded and idiotic as Chester. Tie off and top button with a bottle of some kind of alcohol he didn’t really know, he jogs to Logan. “Do you want this? I have no clue what it is but it was lying around my house.” And my his, he meant Chester’s place. He had no intentions of leaving. @logan-booth

[chesslawrence]

Against a wall, it’s no surprise with the stress he was under once more he needed a cigarette really fucking badly. A turnaround and he’s raising an eyebrow at a strange he didn’t remember seeing a while before. “You alright there, mate?” He asked. “Want one?” He shook the packet in his hand. “Or see something else ya like?” @logan-booth