Amanda, Logan - Sanity Break
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xp_logsEscaping from the chaos of the brownstone, Amanda finds Logan at Finnegan's, doing the same thing.
Logan almost growled as the Brownstone's favorite watering hole was starting to fill up with people. He'd left the brownstone because it was overcrowded and he hated crowds. Now this bar was starting to fill up as well and he was irritable enough. He couldn't even hide in Sarah's apartment, given that they'd been forced to bunk some of the standby personnel there.
At least the beer was cold and wet and went down easy, which was pretty much all he ever asked of a beer. He's give it a little while longer before he gave up and went to go find another bar.
Amanda took the last drag of her cigarette and stubbed it out, before hitching up her file bag and entering Finnegan's. One beer, that's all she was going to have, and then it was back to the coal face, so to speak. The team was due to go up imminently, and once that happened they'd be insanely busy, so all the better to take the time for a short break now. Especially when the brownstone was full of people - Amanda had never been possessive of a place before, but something about having so many people there was off-putting.
Of course, it was as she was thinking this she spotted Logan's distinctive hairstyle over in one of the booths. She paused, torn between going and finding somewhere else, and the realisation that the after work crowd had already taken most of the seats. And she hated sitting at the bar - the television was annoyingly distracting, and she always got drunks trying to pick her up.
Logan had already used his game face to scare off more than a few potentials who wanted to share his booth with him. But now he was faced with a real dilemma. His pitcher of Bud was almost gone and if he got up to get another one he'd lose his booth. And the waitstaff was highly busy. His nose was for crap in this bar - booze, bodies, cigarette smoke - but he did spot a rather distinctive looking fairly short blonde over by the bar. "Amanda!" he called out to her. "Grab a pitcher for me."
Well, that solved that one. Pausing to ask for a pitcher and another glass from the bar staff, Amanda wove her way carefully through the crowd, using her elbows to protect the precious beer. "Escaping the madhouse?" she asked, sliding into the booth opposite him after putting the pitcher down.
"Something like that." he said with a wry look. "Too many damned people." he grumbled. "How you been?" he asked, looking the girl over. She looked frazzled, maybe even a little worn. "Looks like you could use a beer." he said, pouring her one expertly.
"Ta." She drained off half the beer before continuing, wiping foam off her mouth. "We've been busy," she went on, nodding at her file bag sitting next to her. "Trying to get profiles of who we're dealing with, trying to ID other potential targets, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with the rest of the world when they ignored Russian having a giant space laser..."
Logan just growled. "Never did like Terry Adams." he said. "So you're looking for hard intel so that you - or we - can find them in their holes and stomp them into bloody paste?" he said with a toothy grin. Then he picked up a beer and downed a pint in a smooth series of swallows. "Can drink to that." he said, wiping foam off his face.
"We're looking - I doubt we'll find much, even with our angles. But we'll try - at least it's a distraction from the whole part of waiting."
"Yeah." he said in agreement. "This part sucks. Would rather be active, out hunting, rather than waiting to get ratfucked by some asshole with an orbital cannon." he said, and then blinked at the absurdity of it all. "This whole thing ever strike you as more than a little weird?" he asked.
Amanda nearly snorted beer. "You mean normal people don't fight giant worms and meat computers?" she asked, ironically. "I swear, sometimes it's like living in one of those comic books Doug reads."
"Almost think I liked it better when I was moving from truck stop to tiny-ass little town, taking on all comers." he said wistfully. "Was a lot simpler then." To emphasize that he saluted the concept with his beer and took a deep drink from it.
"I was pretty much the same in New Orleans. Thing is, the world doesn't tend to leave people like us alone. Best we can do is get in first and kick it in the brain." Her words were perhaps a little fatalistic, but her voice was light. "Besides, this is much more interesting this way - I think I'd get bored now, trying to do the quiet life. Even with the near-death experiences."
"Kid, a little boredom's not necessarily a bad thing." he said. "Then again, I kinda have to think that." he mused. "But there's a lot to be said for kicking people in the brain." he grinned. "How much do you like this bar?"
"Much more than I like kicking people in the brain - this is our Friday night pub, I'd rather not get barred." Amanda tilted her head at him. "If we weren't on standby, I'd suggest bigot-baiting somewhere else - guess that'll have to wait until we're done with the current crisis. But if you're up for it, I could do with a session in the Danger Gym when we get back? Need to work out some frustration. I don't do waiting well."
Logan shrugged. "Fine." he said. He was itching for a real fight but barring Sarah wrapping up whatever she was doing this would have to do. "Usual rules, then?" No knocking out teeth, no crippling, no claws, and if you go for the groin shot Logan'd take it personal. Not what he wanted but he'd have to settle.
"Works for me." Amanda finished her beer, poured herself another from the pitcher. "Can't let the pitcher go to waste, tho'," she added, grinning.
"Knew I liked you for a reason." he said, pouring himself another as well. With the two of them working it over the pitcher was not long for this world.
Logan almost growled as the Brownstone's favorite watering hole was starting to fill up with people. He'd left the brownstone because it was overcrowded and he hated crowds. Now this bar was starting to fill up as well and he was irritable enough. He couldn't even hide in Sarah's apartment, given that they'd been forced to bunk some of the standby personnel there.
At least the beer was cold and wet and went down easy, which was pretty much all he ever asked of a beer. He's give it a little while longer before he gave up and went to go find another bar.
Amanda took the last drag of her cigarette and stubbed it out, before hitching up her file bag and entering Finnegan's. One beer, that's all she was going to have, and then it was back to the coal face, so to speak. The team was due to go up imminently, and once that happened they'd be insanely busy, so all the better to take the time for a short break now. Especially when the brownstone was full of people - Amanda had never been possessive of a place before, but something about having so many people there was off-putting.
Of course, it was as she was thinking this she spotted Logan's distinctive hairstyle over in one of the booths. She paused, torn between going and finding somewhere else, and the realisation that the after work crowd had already taken most of the seats. And she hated sitting at the bar - the television was annoyingly distracting, and she always got drunks trying to pick her up.
Logan had already used his game face to scare off more than a few potentials who wanted to share his booth with him. But now he was faced with a real dilemma. His pitcher of Bud was almost gone and if he got up to get another one he'd lose his booth. And the waitstaff was highly busy. His nose was for crap in this bar - booze, bodies, cigarette smoke - but he did spot a rather distinctive looking fairly short blonde over by the bar. "Amanda!" he called out to her. "Grab a pitcher for me."
Well, that solved that one. Pausing to ask for a pitcher and another glass from the bar staff, Amanda wove her way carefully through the crowd, using her elbows to protect the precious beer. "Escaping the madhouse?" she asked, sliding into the booth opposite him after putting the pitcher down.
"Something like that." he said with a wry look. "Too many damned people." he grumbled. "How you been?" he asked, looking the girl over. She looked frazzled, maybe even a little worn. "Looks like you could use a beer." he said, pouring her one expertly.
"Ta." She drained off half the beer before continuing, wiping foam off her mouth. "We've been busy," she went on, nodding at her file bag sitting next to her. "Trying to get profiles of who we're dealing with, trying to ID other potential targets, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with the rest of the world when they ignored Russian having a giant space laser..."
Logan just growled. "Never did like Terry Adams." he said. "So you're looking for hard intel so that you - or we - can find them in their holes and stomp them into bloody paste?" he said with a toothy grin. Then he picked up a beer and downed a pint in a smooth series of swallows. "Can drink to that." he said, wiping foam off his face.
"We're looking - I doubt we'll find much, even with our angles. But we'll try - at least it's a distraction from the whole part of waiting."
"Yeah." he said in agreement. "This part sucks. Would rather be active, out hunting, rather than waiting to get ratfucked by some asshole with an orbital cannon." he said, and then blinked at the absurdity of it all. "This whole thing ever strike you as more than a little weird?" he asked.
Amanda nearly snorted beer. "You mean normal people don't fight giant worms and meat computers?" she asked, ironically. "I swear, sometimes it's like living in one of those comic books Doug reads."
"Almost think I liked it better when I was moving from truck stop to tiny-ass little town, taking on all comers." he said wistfully. "Was a lot simpler then." To emphasize that he saluted the concept with his beer and took a deep drink from it.
"I was pretty much the same in New Orleans. Thing is, the world doesn't tend to leave people like us alone. Best we can do is get in first and kick it in the brain." Her words were perhaps a little fatalistic, but her voice was light. "Besides, this is much more interesting this way - I think I'd get bored now, trying to do the quiet life. Even with the near-death experiences."
"Kid, a little boredom's not necessarily a bad thing." he said. "Then again, I kinda have to think that." he mused. "But there's a lot to be said for kicking people in the brain." he grinned. "How much do you like this bar?"
"Much more than I like kicking people in the brain - this is our Friday night pub, I'd rather not get barred." Amanda tilted her head at him. "If we weren't on standby, I'd suggest bigot-baiting somewhere else - guess that'll have to wait until we're done with the current crisis. But if you're up for it, I could do with a session in the Danger Gym when we get back? Need to work out some frustration. I don't do waiting well."
Logan shrugged. "Fine." he said. He was itching for a real fight but barring Sarah wrapping up whatever she was doing this would have to do. "Usual rules, then?" No knocking out teeth, no crippling, no claws, and if you go for the groin shot Logan'd take it personal. Not what he wanted but he'd have to settle.
"Works for me." Amanda finished her beer, poured herself another from the pitcher. "Can't let the pitcher go to waste, tho'," she added, grinning.
"Knew I liked you for a reason." he said, pouring himself another as well. With the two of them working it over the pitcher was not long for this world.
