Roadhouse Blues

After leaving the Xavier Institute shortly after the Professor and Jean had both died Logan found himself working the fighting circuit again drifting back into his old life the one without complications one where he went from city to city fighting to earn money and then moving on. A life where he didn't have to care for anyone but himself. To smoke his cigar's where ever the hell he liked and sleep with whatever woman that fell into his lap which to say was not sparse.

Logan woke up that evening and got himself a beer sitting upright in the bed of the hotel room he was staying in, his eyes flickering over the furnishing what little there was of it. The room mainly consisted of a bed, night stand and a bathroom that was it. He's spent the night there because he planed on fighting again the next night he'd made himself a killing last night at the fight the money to prove it was laying out on the night stand hundred dollar bills scattered across the top.

Fixating his eyes on the money for a moment before he rolled the duvet back from the bed and got up padding across the floor gracefully nude as he went into the bathroom to take a leak before starting up the shower and stepping under the hot water the pipes creaking from the cold outside of his room. Even as he was in the shower he took his beer in it with him sipping it as he cleansed himself of the scent of his last conquest of the night before. Cutting short the idea of jerking off he got out and dried off leaving his empty beer bottle in the shower and going back into the room looking through his duffel bag for clean clothes taking out a pair of skin tight jeans and various assortment of shirts which he wore in layers and got dressed pulling on a denim jacket and then a leather one before getting his truck keys and the last of the twelve pack of beer laying next to the bed and his duffel back he walked out into the cold the wind cutting through his many layers of clothing but he never seemed to notice and got into his truck the engine firing to life.

It was only about a miles drive to the bar but his stomach was growling for some kind of nourishment other then alcohol there was a small run down eatery just off the main road so he took the exit and pulled up at the car park and got out making his way out across the lot and walking inside the smell of food cooking outside was beckoning him inside and he gladly obliged and took a seat off in the back watching as a young waitress came over with a menu for him to look over.

After a moment he waved her over ordering a steak raw, fries no veggies and a beer to wash it down with. The girl looked him over for a moment before speaking meekly.

"I'm sorry sir but we don't serve alcohol."

Logan have her a slow grimace before informing her that coffee would be fine before he slapped his menu shut and held it out to her. Leaning back in his seat he reached into the pocket of her denim jacket and took out a half smoked cigar using a silver Zippo lighter and inhaling deeply the smoke before exhaling and cocking his feet up on the chair on the opposite side of the table getting comfortable.

Recently there hadn't been much time spent thinking about Jean or the Professor and hell he never wasted his time thinking about Scott even if he didn't think he'd deserved to die. But sometimes the thought of Rogue crept into his mind. He had promised to take care of her and now look where he was right back where he'd started and felt guilt for leaving her behind. Rogue wither he acknowledged it or not was a part of him he loved her if that was what you called risking your life for someone. What had started it this morning was the waitress her long locks of chestnut hair the big brown eyes and the slight shyness she'd had when taking his order that was his Marie alright. Damn he missed her, the way she used to come to him with all her problems and they would sit up long into the morning hours just talking about nothing in particular.

He missed her scent, a light lemony scent with a hint of honey thrown in. The way she used to twirl one strand of the platinum streak in her hair whenever she was nervous about something and the way she chewed her bottom lip. It was all coming back to haunt him the way he'd kind of abandoned her after her break up with Bobby he should've gutted the little Popsicle after she'd gone and gotten the cure just so they would be able to touch. He didn't even want to think about Marie having sex she was all to innocent it to him. And he would kill anyone who laid a hand on her. All those thoughts brought him back to one simple desire he wanted her wanted her for his girl. He'd felt it since the day that he'd met her but she was so young then and still was now to hell with the fact that in the eyes of the law she was an adult. In his eyes she was untouchable in more ways than one her skin had actually never been a factor to him. Logan had always found ways to get past it, brushing her cheek before her mutation had a chance to kick in. Carrying gloves around in his back pocket to touch her in little ways that from all his heightened senses told him made her heart rate exceed the normal rate it was usually around anyone else.

Being roused from his thoughts as the waitress brought his plate and coffee he noted his thanks with a quick node of his head before she disappeared again. Logan pushed all his previous thoughts to the back of his mind as he looked down at his steak and cut into it with his knife shoving a large piece into his mouth and eating.