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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:08 pm
Well, you have a point.
*Selene sits down and catches her breath*
I have more important things to deal with right now, however.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:43 pm
That old rumble of a Harley street bike could be heard from outside. It cut off, and moments later the door into the bistro pushed open. The scent of a Havanna rolled cigar filtered through first before the short, stocky man followed through. Multi-cam uniform, torn and tattered in places and obviously stitched together with multiple stains blending into the patchy earthy tones was what Logan was wearing these days. He was a busy man recently.
He sniffed the air as he crossed towards the bar, taking in all the scents and picking up on all who had been in the area, keeping track of all the familiar and unknown smells he picked up now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:57 pm
*From her seat, Selene eyes the newcomer suspiciously. She sits shrouded half-way in the shadows, with a sparkling glare gazing out, but still within hearing distance.*
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:01 pm
He took note of the multitude of scents; the echoes of who'd been around and who had left everything settled and quiet after the rise of adrenalin. Reaching the bar, he went around behind and helped himself to a bottle of Jack Daniel's and pulled up a stool to sit down.
Setting out a glass for himself, he uncapped the bottle and simply poured a small amount to start with. No point in chugging, he wanted to enjoy the sweet burn of each small sip and drink tonight. He nursed his first glass, periodically between puffs on his cigar.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:04 pm
He never looked up from his drink and cigar, staring at the dark amber liquor as he drank. "You ain't gotta hide in the shadows, Salene. Smelled ya before I took three steps in the door," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. He tipped back one last swallow of Jack, and refilled his glass.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:11 pm
Really? How's my scent?
*Selene's tone was half-sarcastic as she stood and slowly approached the bar. She took a seat on a bar stool a couple of stools away from Logan, sweeping her black cape behind her and crossing her legs. She telekinetically raised the bottle of Jack Daniels and poured Logan another glassful.*
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:11 pm
The use of telekinesis on his bottle rose a brow from him and he stared at her. "I ain't really one fer magic tricks. Thanks for the refill, but I can handle it just fine." He puffed on his cigar, exhaling a large amount of smoke from his nostrils before taking a drink of his liquor.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:13 pm
*walks in, stopping just inside the doorway to light a cigarette*
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:16 pm
Logan's mirthful smirk was only the corner of his lip. "The truth? Like cheap pleather and an ounce of wasted perfume." He sipped another sip of Jack down his throat, setting his glass down only to drag on his cigar and eye the smoker entering the door way.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:22 pm
Isn't that the sort of trash you like?
*Selene dismissed Logan's response with a grinning sneer and a toss of her head towards Floyd*
Evening, Floyd.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:25 pm
He just calmly sipped his drink. "Nah. I'm a classy kinda guy. I like a woman who can clean up just a little bit." Logan was in a mood. He was tired and cranky, he'd been spending a lot of his time lately in Afghanistan, and the actions of must individuals hadn't really brought the best out in him.
Another slow drag of his cigar, and another slow exhale of cigar smoke.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:36 pm
Ha! As they say, opposites attract. It's only a matter of finding one who's stupid enough to stoop to your level.
*Selene grinned and cackled as she eagerly tried to annoy Logan further.*
Perhaps that Jean Grey... until the phoenix came and knocked some sense into her. By which I mean, she joined the ranks of the Hellfire club.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:46 pm
Logan was about to open his mouth and fire his own sarcastic wit in return, but then Selene went and hit the wrong button. He simply stared at her, blue eyes narrowed as he controlled his irritation and offense. Jean was one line he didn't allowed crossed.
"Jean may have stooped down to my level, but she didn't have to dress like a slut to do it," Logan arched an eye brow suggestively at Selene. "Or act like it."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:57 pm
Hmph. You X-Men have no notion of class nor style. It's no surprise the White Queen left to join you. She fits perfectly well among you weaklings.
Well, It's time for my beauty sleep. Lovely meeting you again.
*Selene's last words dripped with sarcasm; she sneered pretentiously at Logan as she stood up and made her way out of the Bistro -- her cape majestically trailing behind her.*
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