8 - [Action]

[snikting]

[Logan makes it home from his mission and you know what? He's dead all over. Exhausted and worn out. He threw himself into the jungle, fought alone, and by all rights should be dead. He may have died more than once, when a Shifter removed his powers and he took some deadly wounds. But then backup would show up, kill the Shifter, and Logan came back to life. Rinse and repeat.

Other people died. He tried to save them, but he was just one man and there was too many of them. So they had to withdraw. And when it was time to go home, he signed up for 'just a few more days'. Even when they told him he had maxed out the points he could earn for the month, he still stayed in there.

Up until today, when the squad packed it all up and he was told he had to go back. As much as Logan would have liked to stay out there indefinitely, he was still a test subject first. Guinea pigs had to go back into their cage eventually.

So now he was back. Where his fake family was. With his fake life. Oh, sure, those memories had become less and less clear. But they were still there and he did not relish seeing any of his 'family'. Which is why he didn't go home. He went to the bar for drinks, sure. He visited the Item Shop to drop in on Rogue on the pretense of looking for his old junk. He played some pool by himself, but he only made it halfway through a game before the kid playing video games annoyed him to the point of leaving.

And then he went back to the bar again. To drink and drink and drink and drink. Chances are, he was going to wake up behind the bar after passing out there. But he certainly wasn't going home to his loving wife. Because that wasn't real and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from acting like it was.]

Comments

[snikting]

[He narrows his eyes as he looks up at her. Sure, he'd been training her. At least when he was actually around. But even then...]

Why?

[fashionably_strong]

Because people don't drink to the point that they pass out on the floor of a bar when everything's okay.

[Or did he mean more specifically why she's worried about him? Oh well, she can elaborate.]

And you may be a grump, but you're a grump that's a good enough person to care about making sure people can defend themselves, so I happen to care about your well-being, all right?

[snikting]

That's real touchin', sprout. You oughtta be writin' greeting cards. Ya'd make a fortune. [He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla huffs in frustration.]

Come on, Mr. Logan! This is a terrible place to sleep. If I have to carry you to move you out of here, I will.

[snikting]

You're a persistent lil' twerp, ain't ya?

[Gosh, now he's considering moving if it means she'll just leave him alone.]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla grins a bit at that.]

That's why you agreed to train me, isn't it? Because I didn't give up easily.

[snikting]

That ain't nothin' to be proud of, sprout. It just means yer too annoyin' for yer own good.

[fashionably_strong]

[She would take more offense, but it's Logan and he's trying to sleep on the floor with booze in hand.]

Well, if I'm so annoying, you could always find a better place to sleep. I'll stop bothering you if you do that and you'll be sleeping somewhere more comfortable. So it's a win-win, see? And you probably don't want me carrying you.

[snikting]

[He glares. Then he stands up, walks all of five feet, and falls over in a booth instead.]

Now go away.

[fashionably_strong]

[She'd insist that he move further, but it's probably best to just take this small victory. He did move off of the floor, which is a small improvement.]

Well, that's a little better. Don't forget to drink some water later, Mr. Logan.

[She turns and leaves.]

[snikting]

[He mutters something and then waves his hand. Whatever. He's going back to sleep.]