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[double_dynamite]

Winter coat on and a determined smile on her face Tabitha walked down the road with her arm looped around Logan’s waist and enjoying the crisp cold air. She’d have driven but figured if anyone could appreciate the calm silent weirdness of nature it’d be Wolverine-and besides the bar was only a block down the road, hidden behind a local hardware

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[45825243_t78_a]

He had to admit, he was impressed. This was just his kind of place, and that Tabs had taken him here rather than someplace, well, louder, was appreciated - though he'd gone along with anything. It was rare for him to be in a good mood, but today, it seemed, was one of those days. The weather probably helped; the fresh, cold air somehow felt right - and so, for that matter, did the company.

After 'guiding' her inside, he finally removed his arm from around Tabitha's shoulder, looking around the place to familiarize himself with it. New, and yet like a thousand other places - just the way he liked it. "What're you drinkin'?"

[double_dynamite]

"Hrm Heineken."
With a friendly wave towards one of the waitresses and a playful wink at the bartender who only snorted in response Tabby glanced around the room. She'd been here about ten times all together since she found it last spring and had started to think of it as a weird little piece of home. When compared to her madcap shopping and day to day life it was nice to have a place to go to and chill out.
"You want to sit at the bar or in one of the little booth things?"

[45825243_t78_a]

"Bar," he said simply; it was familiar, and right - and it would save them and the waitresses a lot of walking. Logan was planning to make an effort and end up feeling at the very least a little bit warm-bellied by the time this was over.

In spite of that, he started with beer too - something slightly more local - ordering for them the moment he slid onto one of the stools. Tabby might have taken him here, but he was paying. It was the least he could do after she'd been thoughtful enough to get him Christmas presents; cigars were always welcome, and though the coat needed a little wearing in to feel like his, he did like it. "At the risk of soundin' like a bad pick-up line... You come here often?" He'd noticed the way she'd interacted with the staff, and it had made him curious.

[double_dynamite]

She snorted slightly at his question, and with a somewhat embarrassed smile at her reaction to the innocent 'come here often' sipped her beer for a second before nodding. "Yep they all kind of took me under their wing or something when I found the place. It's kinda nice, I mean, the lovely bartender here if like prime time mutant friendly too-so it's nice to know I'd have somewhere to hide if the FOH popped up."