Remix - Logan and Cain Down At Harry's

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Logan's looking to pass a little time in the way he knows best. Unfortunately, she doesn't quite have a good grasp on what is and isn't appropriate to wear in public. Or how to make her new body work as a well-oiled machine. A couple of the townies get a little rowdy and Cain laughs his head off.



All Logan really wanted was a beer. Maybe, with this new, awkward, unruly, wrong body she was stuck in she could actually tie a proper one on. Lit stogie in her mouth, she pushed her way into Harry's and then made her way up to the bar. From her new vantage point the bar seemed awfully tall. She climbed up on a stool to make sure Harry got to pourin' the beer without her having to get drastic about it. Harry poured her a tall pint and then had the gall to wink at her. Suggestively.

Fighting a vague urge to go over the bar and gut the bastard, Logan took her pint and wandered back towards the pool table.

Cain couldn't believe it. He had half a mind to go tell Harry who he'd just winked at, but figured it was better to leave his old friend to his misconceptions. At his age, the shock would probably do him in.

Instead, he walked around behind Logan and just chuckled. "I didn't think it was possible, but you're actually shorter."

Logan looked up. And up. And up. From her new vantage point the top of her head barely came to the bottom of the guy's ribcage. "Stow it, Cain." she said in a very husky contralto voice. She sounded like she should be working the phone sex lines, not be dressed in one of Marie's leather vests and jeans so tight they looked painted on. Not to mention a pair of Marie's uniform boots, tied down as tight as they'd go. She made a beeline for the pool cues, pushing her way past a few of the regulars. One of them made the mistake of swatting at Logan's ass as she went by.

Cain covered his eyes, but still heard the familiar sound of an adamantium-loaded punch connecting with someone's jaw. "Aw shit," he murmured, daring to look over towards the pool tables. One of the occasional truckers that stopped off at Harry's had obviously taken one liberty too many, and was out cold on the floor. The other truckers, however, looked none too happy. For a moment, Cain pondered trying to assuage his four buddies with a round of beers.

Then again, when was he ever going to get a show like this again?

He picked up a pitcher off the bar and sat down at a table, kicking up his feet and watching to see what Logan did next.

Logan lunged for one of the other bikers and came up about four inches short. Clearly, she wasn't quite used to the whole new, shorter, weaker body thing yet. She went down with a whoof, and to add insult to injury a pitcher of beer perched on the rail of one of the pool tables took just that moment to spill itself floor-wards.

Directly on top of the prone Logan.

Cain tried not to laugh, and failed miserably. "Hey, Harry! You didn't advertise the wet t-shirt contest!" He took a pull straight from the pitcher and gave a shrug to the stunned truckers. "You gonna help the lady up or what, boys?"

One of the hefty men decided he was going to do just that, grabbing for the back of Logan's leather pants and trying to haul up the beer-soaked woman who was surprisingly heavier than she looked.

Logan may not have been a woman for very long but she was perfectly aware of the weak spots on male anatomy. One of which she exploited with vicious efficiency via a mule-kick straight to her hoister's groin. When he went down with a high-pitched scream, clutching his testicles, Logan picked herself up off the ground gracelessly. She glared at everyone else in the bar, Cain included, daring them to try something else. Anything else.

"Oh, that's it, bitch."

One of the two truckers standing made a grab for Logan's arms from behind while the other picked up a pool cue. "Teach you a lesson here, show you how to act like a lady, yeah?"

Logan was not believing her ears. This was not happening to her. As soon as she felt the touch of hands from behind and above she pivoted smoothly, windmilling her arms and sending the man behind her crashing to the floor right atop the now-empty pitcher. She them grabbed a pool cue and twirled it in a defensive pattern before settling it into a medium guard.

Another large man stood up and tried to muscle his way over to the brawl, only to meet a gentle swat to the knee from Cain, who didn't even avert his eyes from the spectacle as he continued to drink his beer. As he crumpled, Cain lightly flicked a finger against his temple to knock him out, propping him against a bar stool where he wouldn't be any trouble.

"Friend of yours?" Harry asked Cain. The big man just smiled and watched as both men tried at the same time to tackle Logan.

Logan got one with the cue but the other one just plowed right through her defense and took her to the beer-soaked ground. Logan oofed as the man drove a beefy elbow into her midsection, blasting out her air. All of her instincts were all wrong, geared for someone much taller and stronger than she presently was.

"You fight like a girl!" Cain hooted, slapping one hand against his thigh as he chortled, his face red. "And a sissy girl at that!"

"I shrunk six inches!" Logan exclaimed, her voice definitely heading up into the shrill range. She fought like a bobcat on the ground, hammering the guy with elbows and hammerfists until she could squirm her way out from under the guy. She didn't risk nipping up but instead climbed up to her feet the slow and balanced way. Then she delivered a steel-toed boot kick to the guy's temple, sending him firmly into La-La Land.

The remaining bar patrons just watched, until Logan got up, at which point they suddenly developed a great desire to settle their tabs and be somewhere else. Once the bar cleared, Cain looked around and just applauded slowly. Finishing the last of his beer, he pulled a number of bills out of his wallet, folding them over and passing them to Harry with a mumbled apology.

"Look. I had everything under control." she said, blatantly lying. "Pig."

"That's just the estrogen talking," Cain said, sweeping another pitcher of beer off the bar and setting it across from him on the table, along with a new pint glass. He nodded at the chair and then at the television, where the baseball game was just starting to get interesting. "Jays are up 3-1."

Logan grumbled, re-racked the cue, then plopped her slender self into a chair to crane her neck to watch the game. "'Bout damned time the Jays started winning." she groused. "No-good bums."

"Here's to that," Cain agreed. "Y'know, that wasn't bad. For a girl."

Finally, the laughter could not be contained, and Cain dropped his head to the table, practically hyperventilating. "You should have... seen it... you were all..." he made bouncing motions with his hands in front of his chest, face crimson with laughter.

Logan scowled, then stood up, climbed onto her chair, climbed up onto the _table_, and shook her two (not three!) claws in the general vicinity of Cain's nostrils. "Watch it, bub." she growled in as low of a voice as she could manage.

Cain's laughter ceased, replaced by a rumbling chuckle. "Points made, runt. If you promise to behave and not break nothin' else, I'll have Harry go whip up some burgers and fries."

Logan kept her claws up in Cain's face for a long moment, then sheathed them and climbed down off the table. "Fine." she said. "Get some wings as well. The really hot ones."

"The lady likes it spicy..." Cain said with a suggestive waggling of his eyebrows. At least this time for his trouble, he only received a coaster upside the head.