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[kismetandcoffee]

Her fingers itched as she tried to ignore the stares she got. She wrapped them tighter around the shot glass, clenching her jaw and eyeing the amber liquid closely, as if just by looking at it, she could make it stronger. Four shots of Jack in and she should have been in a better mood. But the people who frequented Hank's still remember her from

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[lhowlett]

Logan easily spotted Domino in the bar, the others moving out of his way as he headed toward her. He smirked to himself at the space they were giving her. He stopped at her side, flicking open his lighter.

"You might need this to smoke that,"he nodded his head toward the unlit cigarette.

[kismetandcoffee]

Her eyes didn't move from the whiskey, but there was a definite smirk on her face as she slowly pulled the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Always out to save the damsel in distress, aren't you?" The cigarette found it's way back between her lips and she turned her head, finally looking at Logan as she waited for the light.

[lhowlett]

"It's a habit," he lit the cigarette with a smile. Logan sat down next to her, ordering a whiskey for himself.

[kismetandcoffee]

She snorted. She knew all to well about habits. Hell, she had two of them right in her hands. She took a long drag on her cigarette, contemplating on how drunk she planned on getting. She'd already had three shots and this fourth could be the last... or not.

"You should order two. You've got some catching up to do, old man," The laugh was short and she dropped the ashes off of her cigarette into the ashtray, "How've you been?"