Logan™ Logan peered through the dim, smoky air, toward those gathered around the circular table. Three men, all of them grizzled, and slightly unattractive bar regulars, were flanked by two women; clearly these women were strangers to the bar, but not to each other. None of the other players noticed it, but Logan did. They were subtle…but Logan has seen a lot in his time, and two players cheating at cards is something he’s seen quite a bit. While it usually ended in a huge fight, he doubted the two ladies were in any danger given the low-cut of their tank tops. Logan looked at his cards and pushed in a pile of chips. “I’ll see yer call,” Logan nodded and then took a long and satisfying drag from his cigar. Lifting his chin to the ceiling, he exhaled. This was his kind of Saturday night.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Reina liked all sorts of places, she was a woman of many different tastes and desires. Tonight she'd been here, but she'd been mostly in the back room of the place, unseen. She had to talk to the owner about a kid who'd been living upstairs in this place, unwantedly, the poor kid seemed to be a mutant, and her heart went out to him, but he was gone, so far as the owner said. So tonight her business here was a mix of that and pleasure. When she came out of the back room, she saw Logan and a slight grin formed on her lips. She was behind the people across from him, that's where she emerged, her hair laying softly around her face, and her green eyes intent upon him. She was dressed down, tonight, casual, but even in casual she looked stunning. The person across from him was leaning in her chair so the back was open for Reina to put her hand on and lean on herself. She didn't say a word, didn't look at the other player's cards, she just watched, intent. Waiting for Logan to notice her.

Logan™ The two women glanced at each other casually, seemingly innocently, but Logan recognized immediately what they were doing: deciding who would attack the money Logan had just pushed into the middle of the table. Logan didn’t much care; he’d take them both. Figuratively speaking. “Ladies?” He asked as he leaned back in his chair and began to look throughout the bar, his attention on the table seemingly passed. He took a deep puff on the cigar and as the smoke of his exhalation dissipated her noticed a familiar face; the girl whom he’d stitched up earlier. Logan grinned at her slightly and raised his glass beckoning her over – but then one of the women called his bet and her turned back to the game…

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Reina chuckled lightly as she rounded the table. The ladies were lovely in their own way, but Reina held herself with a certain amount of grace that women like those would never hope to achieve. She had a way that was indefinable. That was beyond logic or reason. Reina was grace itself, and she wasn't hard on the eyes either. Though her beauty was more classic, rather than made up and presented with flash and gloss. She came to stand behind Logan and she put her hand on the back of his chair, leaning down to speak words to him that weren't meant for the entire table to hear. "Et seems tha' I've caused a bit'a jealousy then." She chuckled quietly as she stood back up, before turning to nod to the bartender, motioning for him to bring another drink for Logan. She then bent again, to resume speaking. "Et's nice ta see ye, again, Logan."

Logan™ Logan leaned in as Reina whispered to him and nodded slightly, "That's about right," he whispered in return. He looked up at her as she stood over him and he removed his cigar from between his lips and deposited it in the ashtray to smolder, away from her. "Mmm," Logan nodded in agreement, quietly musing. "Good t'see you as well, doll," Logan said quietly. Logan looked up and quirked a brow. "How's yer shoulder? Don't look like yer sufferin' any after effects," he smiled genially and glanced back to the table. All of them were clearly vexed that a beautiful woman had interrupted their game. Logan cast a quick "can you blame me?" look to the men, who understood, but the women involved in the hand were not nearly so forgiving. "Didn't 'pect t'see ya in a place like this I must admit," Logan leaned in to Reina, speaking quietly against the side of her face, denying those seated at the table insight into their conversation.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "I 'ad some business with tha owner," Reina cast a glance to the women, her gaze was steady in a way that suggested they quit their pouting. She casually raised a brow before she continued her conversation. When the bartender brought over Logan's new drink, she took it from him and set it on the table next to his first. She bend so far so she could fold her arms over the back of his chair, intent on the game, "an' tha shoulder es fine. No' a bet of soreness. Ye go' a steady 'and when et comes ta tha' sort of thing. Suggestes tha' ye done et before." Reina didn't wear perfume, at least not a terrible amount, the scent was faint, but not overly sweet. A classic scent, one of those perfumes that lasted through the test of time; a touch musky, but it fit her. "One migh' think I was followin' ye, bu' who could blame a girl?"

Logan™ Logan nodded in response. The owner of McMurphy's was a good man. Not too many of those good, honest men left in an increasingly fast-paced world that seems to leave more and more people behind. Logan picked up his first glass and swirled the ice around in it before lifting it to his lips and draining the contents. "Thanks," Logan smiled as the waiter brought over a second drink. He of course was thanking her for ordering it. Interesting. She heals quick. Logan couldn't help but think about his own gifts and wonder what other secrets Reina might keep hidden beneath her vest. Logan nods. "Yeh," is all Logan will say in response. Those were times that were better left in a clouded memory. "Well," Logan asked quietly, "Are you?" Logan glanced down at his cards, "I'll see yer fifty, and raise you two hundred and fifty." Logan's 250$ bet was nearly half of what was already in the center of the table...and the women across the table were clearly perturbed.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Following Logan? Not entirely, but the idea was bemusing. She kept her fingers wrapped around the opposite wrists as she watched the game. She wouldn't have pegged Logan to have that much money on hand, but her guesses could be wrong...sometimes. "Maybe," she grinned to herself, leaning forward just a bit more so that he'd feel the words breathed on his ear. "Ef ye'd like me ta be followin' ye." Reina could flirt, she didn't do it often. She didn't chose to do it much at all, but it seemed fitting somehow.

Logan™ The woman folded to Logan's bet, after much thought. Logan flipped his cards over: two deuces, a four, an eight, and a ten. "Win some lose some ladies," Logan said with a smirk as he drew his winnings in toward himself. With a crooked half-smile, "I can imagine worse things," Logan said mater-of-factly. Logan stood and said "Ladies." He gestured slightly to the women as if respectfully tipping an imaginary cap. "Gents," Logan nodded and grabbed his stogie from the ashtray. It had mostly burned itself out but that wasn't anything a good lighter couldn't fix. "Change this for me, Mac?" Logan said to the bartender who nodded to him.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Reina chuckled, but quietly as she followed after Logan. Worse things, indeed. When he tossed the money to be changed, she rested herself against the bar, her back to it, facing him, and she grinned more openly. He was a change from Steve, a little less refined around the edges. A little less of a boy scout. "So ye do this often? Take money from people who dare ta face yer cunnin' card playin', or tha women who think they can sway ye with their..assets?" It drew a chuckle from her as she swept a few strands of her golden hair out of her eyes.

Logan™ "Both," Logan nodded. "Quite often, actually," he said, laughing at that as he raised the drink she bought for him, downing it in a single gulp. He faced the bar, stretching his arms and locking his elbows. His body weight against his palms, he settled for a moment. "It doesn't usually work..." Logan said with a nod

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Wull, per'aps I was a good distraction then, mm?" Reina let her eyes skim over him. He wasn't hard on the eyes, not at all. She had to keep her mind out from the place it was headed, however, he seemed to be more of an animal than either Geoffrey or Steve were, thought that could be a good point. She couldn't deny that those slight grins could do something to her, though she kept her expression from betraying that fact. "I mus' be yer good luck charm, then?"

Logan™ "Ya certainly crossed up them gals," Logan smiled as he pushed off the bar. "They didn't know what t'make've ya, that's fer certain," Logan nodded to the bartender as he retrieved his winnings. Logan half grinned, looking down at the bar's floor, then glanced up at her, "Must be,"

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Wull then, I demand my cut," Reina held out her hand but a playful expression was befalling her expression. Her fingers curled in on her palm and then extended a couple times motioning for him to pay up. Of course, she was kidding, she just wanted to see what he'd say. Reina was noting that there had been some small bit of sheepishness to his last look, glancing down like a boy, then looking up at her. Well if that isn't just the sweetest thing she'd seen today? She chuckled slightly. "Jes' as long as ye don' think I'll be in yer pocket all tha time."

Logan™ "A'course," Logan smirked. "How could I've forgotten yer cut. How...." Logan trailed off. "...ungentlemanly of me," Logan reached his right hand into his pocket. His left hand lightly cradled her hand, holding it in place, while his right was closed, concealing its contents. He opened his right hand, letting the contents fall into hers: peanut shells. Logan smirked. "No? I'll need t'time my games fer th' times y'are."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Peanut shells, it made her laugh, which was rare. Actual full laughter, that is. She could chuckle, she could snicker, those were easily come by, but the full laughter that sounded nearly musical was a bit more rare. She placed the peanut shells on the bar and she brushed her hands off together. "I was 'opin' fer dinner, or a nice long ride on yer cycle, I'mnae tha' expensive a date, but I'mnae tha' cheap either.."

Logan™ Logan shook his head. "Well my bike's outside, so that ain't a tough request t'fill." "But lucky fer me, I've got a pocket full've other people's money," Logan smirked.

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne "Aye, tha's wha' I was 'opin' ta 'ear.." Reina said smoothly s she slipped her arm into his, and she glanced toward the door. "I 'avenae gone fast with somethin' powerful between me legs in some time.." she eluded with innuendo as she waited for him to lead her out of the bar to his bike. "Per'aps we can 'ead back ta my place, I can make one 'ell of a steak."

Logan™ Logan gestured with his head toward the door. "Y'had me at 'steak,'" Logan said with a grin. "Th' bike's out back."

Reina McClaine-Hawthorne Reina leaned into him, just a bit more, just a bit of a push with the flirting, more than she usually dared. Her lips brushed his cheek, which spread warmth through his skin, a sweet sensation, quite pulling. She pushed past him and let go of his arm as she headed toward the door, a night with a bike ride and a steak afterwards, tonight was shaping up to be quite fun.

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