2011 04 02 Do I Know You

Log Title:
Do I know you?

Phantasm, Wolverine

IC Date:
2 April 2011

Harry's Bar

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Logan and Mike exchange small talk while drinking.


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Harry's Bar can best be described as comfortable. The furnishings, mostly darkly stained wood, are old and scratched. The leather seats are worn and cracking in places. Despite the worn appearance, the proprietor keeps the place relatively clean. The back corner is devoted to a dart board and pool table, while booths spread along the other walls. Tables take up the middle of the room, while a long bar stretches along the left wall. Bar stools cozy up next to it, while the traditional array of bottles and mirrors take up the wall behind the bar. An old jukebox is squeezed in between two booths by the bar.

Logan steps into the bar, not bothering to remove his hat. He heads for a barstool with the walk of one long familiar with this place. Soon the bartender on duty has deposited a mug full of bear in front of him, with the rest of the pitcher beside it.

Conveniently enough, seated to the barstool next to the one Logan chose, Mike is already seated. Hair tucked into a knit cap, dressed down in his thrift store attire he does not have much appearance of the reasonably successful musician that he is. There is however a slight scent of coffee to him. Lots of coffee. Which likely doesn't match up with him drinking a depressant right now. With a Guinness set before him, he glances up slightly as the bartender tends to the unspoken order. Giving a slight smile. "Can always pick out the regulars by how little is said to the bartender."

Logan turns his head slowly look at Mike. He nods amiably, "I suppose so. Don't get in here as much as I'd like to any more, but my and Harry, we go way back." His expression turns a bit more guarded. "Do I know you bub?"

"Guessing from that question, I'd say you don't." Mike replies, smile strengthening slightly as if he's getting away with some secret before lifting up the dark bottle to inspect what little he can see of the inside. He sees well enough to know that he'll need another soon and gestures to the bottle when Harry turns around and can see him, "Or at least not well enough to remember the name that goes with this face." He turns, allowing Logan a glimpse from the front, before turning back to his bottle. Just in case.

Logan mutters under his breath, "You might be surprised." Logan takes a long pull from his beer and then sighs in contentment.

Mike has good ears. Likely not as good as Logan's but considering he's sitting right next to the Canadian, he does pick up the mutter. "With people you don't know knowing you?" He wonders aloud, trying to figure out the meaning behind Logan's commentary. "I do know how that feels." He tilts his head back, downing the remnants of the bottle and setting it aside as Harry returns with the replacement bottle. A nod of thanks is given. "If it helps, no. I don't think I've met you."

Logan refills his mug himself from the pitcher, then hoists the cup in a casual toasting motion. "Well then cheers. Name's Logan."

Mike lifts up his bottle, returning the toasting motion. "Mike." He offers in exchange for the other's name, "And I had to tell Harry what I want. So not a regular here."

"Gathered that," Logan commented. Then he goes back to his drinking. "How long you in town for…Mike?" he continues, without looking.

"About as long as I want to be." Mike replies, looking to the bottle, "With the exception of some appearances, job's pretty flexible at the moment. I live in Chelsea so I'm not THAT far." Eyes flick up, glancing around the bar, "Just far enough not to make here a daily stop."

Logan is well on his way into his 3rd mug by now. The pitcher is nearly empty. "Ain't that convenient," he replies while pouring.

"Yeah." Mike nods, "Flexible at some points. But when it's that time of season, your free time is shot to hell." He glances towards the empty tables and other sorts that likely do not have any form of recognition whatsoever in their eyes. "Hmm, maybe I should come to this place more." He reaches over for a small card with the specials on it.

Logan stands and pushes his empty mug and pitcher over to the bartender, then leaves a few bills on the bar in their place. "Huh. Well in that case, guess I might be seein' you around." He tips his hat to the bartender, then turns and heads out the door. Soon after you hear a musclecar engine start, then recede as the car drives off.

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