I DON'T OWN THIS CARTOON!
BLAH!
Logan wached as Kurt took another shot. The elf was offically twenty one, so they were heading cross country before he was off to collage in Germany. Scott had wasted two years of the elf's life, dragging him from bar to bar and using him becuase Jean had gotten the sence to drop his ass. Kitty had turned into a heroine addict and was quickly erased from the picture on her own account. Said she didn't want to be part of the bigger picture. Kurt looked over at him, his eyes glassy.
"I think its time to go, bub."
Logan paid the bartender and told him to cut his friend, that he'd be right back to grab him and go. He stepped through the front door of the bar and instantly realized that his bike had vanished from the spot he had parked it. Snarling, he turned around and stormed back inside.
"ALL RIGHT, THAT'S IT!" he snapped loudly, coming back into the busy bar and gaining everyone's attention, even Kurt's. "I'm going to have a shot of whisky and if my bike ain't back up front by the time I'm done, what happened in Detroit will happen here too!"
With that most of the bar's population ran out of the bar and within moments one came back to timidly tell the tough, pissed off biker guy that his hog was now parked in front of the bar, waiting for him. Logan grabbed Kurt by the elbow and pulled him twoards the door. Kurt's legs had given out, so he half carried, half dragged his friend.
"Pardon me guy, but what happened in Detroit?" The bartender called, gaining everyone's attention.
"I had to walk back to my hotel!" he laughed.