12898/Drinks and chats and look where we're at.

Drinks and chats and look where we're at.
Date of Scene:	16 January 2023
Location:	Logan's Dojo
Synopsis:	.
Cast of Characters:	Logan Howlett, Emma Frost

---

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan is sitting at the bar beer in one hand cigar in the other, his fingers tap the glass of the bottle as he sits in thought. He wears a cowboy hat jeans and a pair of boots brown leather jacket over a white tshirt as he looks out at the bottles behind the bar.

Emma Frost has posed:
This isn't normally the place she might come, but a woman has business sometimes. Emma Frost casually enters in, and then glances over at Logan, "I almost didn't recognize you for a moment without you being covered in blood and ninjas."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan laughs gruffly and looks up. "Evenin' Yea sometimes even I need a break from the blood and guts and gore you know?" He asks with a laugh. "Come sit have a drink, the beers cold and the atmosphere is rather nice and friendly."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just go to take a moment over to let out a sigh, "Very well. I do hope that you've tkaen the time to make yourself presentable." She would go to slide her way on over. "So is there anything that takes your attention to this location that Is hould be aware of?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan shakes his head. "Nah not really, I just like to drink in dive bar locals." He says taking a puff on that cigar. "Make myself presentable? I don't have blood on me or smell of it, I'm in a clean shirt and shit...how much more presentable do you want me?" Logan asks with a gruff guttural laugh.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just shrug over at Logan, "I suppose one adheres over to the standards that they expect. This is an improvement, I suppose to you being covered in blood over by reputation." She hasn't spent that much time with him after all so some of the things the studetns say may be a bit exaggerated.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan chuckles. "Get the Lady her drinka choice will ya?" He calls to the bartender. "Logan." He says offering his hand to Emma. "And whatever you've been hearing about me well it's possible you might be getting some....well tall tale exaggerations of my character and what I do." Logan grins.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would fold her fingers together, "Well, they might be. But in every kernel of the exaggerataion of a child there's some degree of truth to it after all, sometimes. So, what do you think of the.. Incidents going on at the Starport?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan shrugs his shoulders. "You can decide for yourself as to how much truth is in the exaggerations dahlin. As for the incidents at the Starport why don't ya catch me up I ain't really sure I am just rollin back into town."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would merely shrug over, "Very well. So should I be expecting a number of local bloodbaths then to be aware of?" She would muse over and tap at her chin. "IF so give me some warning just so I know which side of town to keep my assets away from."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan laughs. "Nah nah I don't come in to town to kill. I come home to come home and relax...I mean I teach at the school for cryin' out loud." He says with a laugh. "Ya know drink smoke relax teach, wash rinse repeat."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance at Logan and shrug, "Very well. I suppose that you're allowed. And I'll have a vodka on the rocks." Her not paying too much attention over to anything else or what was served. Nor asking for it particularly strong.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan looks at her. "You don't have a very high opinion of me due ya dahlin'?" He asks with a thoughtful tap of his chin...sip puff looking her in the eyes. "It's ok most don't they believe me to be a beast...and animal something feral...but those traits all have their uses no?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would counter over, "Logan, I don't have a very high opinion of anyone. I'm not prejudiced against any. I merely look down on virtually everyone and everything. So there's nothing particularly special reserved for you. Don't think so highly of your ability to earn my ire."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan laughs and shakes his head. "Never thought it was just me dahlin, you look like the type who has a permanent stick up yer ass and silver spoon in yer mouth and something smelling so foul directly under yer nose you have no choice but to hold it up at people so you look down upon them. I don't take shit personally like that."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would just smile, "You're not too far off the mark, I suppose. I can't fault you for speaking your mind after all." The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club would muse, going to casually take a sip over of her served drink while shrugging at it.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan smirks. "One of my many charms speaking my mind regardless of if folks wish to hear it or not. I don't beat around the bush and I certainly don't sugar coat for people." He says with a grin taking another puff off of his cigar and a sip. "Now that's said, wha's goin' on at the starport?

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would casually take a sip of her drink once more, "Oh, just one of the ambassadors being assassinated. It's rather irritated the Amazons, and the Atlanteans have decided to step up security. I'm sure that whatever internal politics and feuds the Shi'Ar have happen will go quite htirllingly."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan nods his head a bit. "So more political shit and people being whacked, the Amazonians and Atlanteans the hell do they have to do with any of this?" He asks scratching at his scruffy chin.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would shrug, "Oh, I'm sure that the Atlanteans are merely annoyed at something going on around their own domain. Not like Namor needs any particular justification."

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan shrugs. "They should stick to their under sea shit and not mess with surface and air affairs."