Logan & John | Monday Night

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Logan encounters John at Harry's Hideaway. Heaviest thing to carry -- a grudge.



Logan walked into Harry's, then paused to examine who was in the bar as was his usual wont. The bar was pretty sparsely occupied for a weeknight, but there was one guy in particular Logan owed a good talking-to to. He stopped off to grab a pitcher of beer and a glass then carried it to the table where John Allerdyce sat hunched over his laptop, banging away at the keys. Without a word Logan grabbed a seat on the other side of the table and plonked down his pint glass before pouring himself his first pint of the night.

It was indeed fairly unusual to bring a laptop to a bar when for most people, the purpose of heading to one was to get pissed drunk enough that you couldn't see straight, let alone, work on a college paper. John Allerdyce had turned into mutant geek of the year. He frowned at the intrusion, glanced up at the univited guest then raised his eyebrows, surprised to find himself face to face with Logan. Well, bumping into this one would have happened sooner or later, only he had been hoping for never. John straightened up and eyed the man in front of him with a neutral but somewhat guarded expression.

"Allerdyce." he said, then took a deep swallow of his beer. His eyes never left those of the younger man and the look he was giving was flat and very, very dangerous. The look a predator gives prey just before it strikes.

John responded with a mere smirk. He kept his gaze on the man as he lit himself a cigarette. "Come to play?"

Logan snorted at that and then finished off his pint. "Why are you here?" he asked bluntly. "Erik send you here?"

He wasn't the least bit surprised at hearing that. John was aware that certain people would be wary and continue to question the suddenness of his appearance at the school again. "No dramatic reason, actually. I've been good," John assured him, nodding once before letting out a bit of a shrug as he returned his attention to the screen. "...someone had to succeed at keeping the wild beast in him," he mumbled out. He glanced back up just then and lifted his glass up with a click of his tongue. "That would be me."

"Mebbe." Logan conceded, but he didn't look very believing. "Wheels seems to think you're on the up-and-up, but I ain't so forgiving." he said after a refill and healthy swallow of his beer. "So I'm gonna be keeping my eye on you. And no, a little fire ain't gonna slow me down one bit." he added.

"Hey, by all means -- do what you have to do, man." He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. "Whatever floats your boat. ...not voyeurism, I hope?"

"You're the assraper, not me." he said in a friendly voice as he downed yet another pint of beer. "Greaseball bigots just don't do it for me." he added. "So just keep it in mind if you get tempted to go suck back up to Erik and his bunch. Someone will -always- be watching." With a disturbingly feral grin, he stood, collected his beer and glass, and moved on back to the pool tables. Surely somebody had some money they needed to lose.

"Yeah, that's what you did last time," he said, not bothering to look up as the man passed him by. "...you just...watched." John snorted.