[ After day thirty, the crowbar-wielding dumbasses never set foot in the diner again. Logan exchanges glances with Frank when the jukebox goes off, snorts, and then leaves five minutes later. They're both in and out for the next week. The sticky heat means Logan hangs around longer than usual, taking advantage of the AC which seems to still be running here.
It's also the reason he hops from bar to bar. Not the only reason, but one of them. He doesn't drink that muchā€”by his standards, anywayā€”going through a few cheap whiskeys and a couple of cheaper beers before he decides it's time to move on to the next one.
That's where he's at, perched on a stool with another crappy beer, when he catches a familiar face across the room. How about that. Guess he does go places other than that one diner.
By now, he's figured out Frank wants to be left alone (actually, he figured that out two seconds into meeting him; wasn't that hard)ā€”so eye contact is as far as it goes. He assumes that's how it'll stay. Then he hears, You play?
Huh. Yeah, alright.
Logan grabs his beer and joins the man by the pool table. ] Been a while.
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It's also the reason he hops from bar to bar. Not the only reason, but one of them. He doesn't drink that muchā€”by his standards, anywayā€”going through a few cheap whiskeys and a couple of cheaper beers before he decides it's time to move on to the next one.
That's where he's at, perched on a stool with another crappy beer, when he catches a familiar face across the room. How about that. Guess he does go places other than that one diner.
By now, he's figured out Frank wants to be left alone (actually, he figured that out two seconds into meeting him; wasn't that hard)ā€”so eye contact is as far as it goes. He assumes that's how it'll stay. Then he hears, You play?
Huh. Yeah, alright.
Logan grabs his beer and joins the man by the pool table. ] Been a while.
[ No rec room on the Blackbird. ]