Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men because if I did I'd be rich. However, I do own the character Brandy/Tyger - I made her up, please don't use her without my permission. But if she reminds you of anyone, living or dead, factual or fictional, it is purely coincidental and I apologize for any stress it may cause you... Now, on with the story...
Logan turned into the closest bar he could find; he needed a drink. He had been searching for any hint of his past for years and had followed every lead, but to no avail. For now Logan was done traveling across the world looking for his past, he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself.
Logan looked around for somewhere to sit down. It was then that Logan noticed that this was not a bar but a dance club with, of all things, a mutant theme. He didn't mind though, he could probably blend in better and still have his drink. He decided to grab a small table near the door - just in case anything did go wrong; or if the techno music and strobe lights became too much for his head, and stomach, to handle.
Logan looked over at the dance floor and into the crowd of dancers. They were all pretty young, in their teens and twenties, and they were all costumed to look like mutants - or at least the general publics idea of a mutant.
"So, what can I get cha?" asked a young, feminine voice.
"Beer," responded Logan, not bothering to look up.
"Well, what kind, sir?" further inquired the voice in a bit of a condescending manner.
Logan was getting annoyed, and fast. He looked up to see about two miles of leg, six inches of skirt, a flat as a pancake stomach, two C cups, and a 20-year-old's face. But there was something different about her face, something Logan couldn't quite put his finger on. Then he saw it, clear as day, her face had an animalistic look to it. She had pointed ears, bright violet eyes, and when she smiled at him Logan could see that her canine teeth did indeed look canine in nature. Could she, in reality, be a mutant?...
"Sir?" the girl called to Logan, a bit concerned now about the seemingly distracted man, "Are you okay?"
"Wha...yeah," Logan said, quickly snapping out of his thoughts, "umm...just get me whatever's on tap, okay?"
"Sure thing," the young woman replied, smiling with her fangs shining and magnetic purple eyes glowing. She turned and headed towards the bar thinking about the strange new man sitting in the back of the club. She had seen many different kinds of people, but none so calm and yet so utterly aware of his surroundings at the same time. Although she was certain she had never met him before in her lifetime, the young woman found this man oddly familiar.
"Jac, get me a glass of whatever we have on tap," the girl called to the bartender.
"Sure thing, Brandy," called back a feminine voice, "Hey, who is that guy?"
"Don't know," replied Brandy looking over at Logan who was now puffing on a cigar. Brandy continued to watch him until her turned her way and smiled, "never seen him before."
"Pretty good lookin' if you ask me," smirked the dyed-pink-haired, blue eyed Jac as she passed the beer to Brandy.
"Hey, to bad no one asked you," Brandy called back with the freshly poured beer already in hand.
Logan puffed on his cigar and watched the young woman head towards him with the beer. And the closer Brandy got to the table the more attractive Logan found her - there was a cat-like slink in her walk and a sexy, sophistication glaring through her fiery violet eyes. Logan had a feeling that there was more to this girl than meets the eye.
"Here's your beer, sir" Brandy said teasingly with a smile when she reached Logan.
"Don't you find it odd that you can serve yerself?" commented Logan still puffing on his cigar.
Brandy stopped for a moment and thought about what this strange, sexy, cigar-smoking man had meant, "You mean because my name is Brandy," she decided this time she'd have a little fun with him, "Is that really the best you could come up with after spendin' the entire time sittin' here?"
Loan smiled at Brandy as he locked eyes with her. Brandy let out a laughing sigh and leaned over Logan to place the beer on the table. It was then that Logan noticed small scars in between each of her main fingers, three in all.
"What happened?" asked Logan as he reached for her hand. Brandy immediately tensed her entire body, but it was too late...
Schink! Out popped three sharp metal claws, each about a half a foot in length. Logan moved his hand out of the way just in time. The beer glass shattered into a thousand pieces, spilling the beer all over the table. Brandy's eyes widened in fear, she had been found out...exposed. Logan's eyes widened in surprise, he had a feeling that she was a mutant...but not like him. Schinnk...the claws slowly retracted, as if embarrassed.
"Ummm...I'm sorry about that. I'll get you another one, on the house," Brandy said, clearly very nervous and choosing to ignore what had just happened.
"No...no, it's alright. It wasn't yer fault," Logan replied trying to make sure the young woman knew he wasn't upset or angry.
"Let me go get something to wipe this mess up. I'll be right back," Brandy replied anxiously while still attempting to remain pleasant.
As Brandy left for the bar Logan looked at the broken glass and beer splashed all over the table. It was then that Logan noticed there were small drops of blood on the table. He tried to remember if they had been there earlier and he just hadn't noticed them. But when Logan touched one of the drops with his finger, it was still wet.
Logan turned into the closest bar he could find; he needed a drink. He had been searching for any hint of his past for years and had followed every lead, but to no avail. For now Logan was done traveling across the world looking for his past, he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself.
Logan looked around for somewhere to sit down. It was then that Logan noticed that this was not a bar but a dance club with, of all things, a mutant theme. He didn't mind though, he could probably blend in better and still have his drink. He decided to grab a small table near the door - just in case anything did go wrong; or if the techno music and strobe lights became too much for his head, and stomach, to handle.
Logan looked over at the dance floor and into the crowd of dancers. They were all pretty young, in their teens and twenties, and they were all costumed to look like mutants - or at least the general publics idea of a mutant.
"So, what can I get cha?" asked a young, feminine voice.
"Beer," responded Logan, not bothering to look up.
"Well, what kind, sir?" further inquired the voice in a bit of a condescending manner.
Logan was getting annoyed, and fast. He looked up to see about two miles of leg, six inches of skirt, a flat as a pancake stomach, two C cups, and a 20-year-old's face. But there was something different about her face, something Logan couldn't quite put his finger on. Then he saw it, clear as day, her face had an animalistic look to it. She had pointed ears, bright violet eyes, and when she smiled at him Logan could see that her canine teeth did indeed look canine in nature. Could she, in reality, be a mutant?...
"Sir?" the girl called to Logan, a bit concerned now about the seemingly distracted man, "Are you okay?"
"Wha...yeah," Logan said, quickly snapping out of his thoughts, "umm...just get me whatever's on tap, okay?"
"Sure thing," the young woman replied, smiling with her fangs shining and magnetic purple eyes glowing. She turned and headed towards the bar thinking about the strange new man sitting in the back of the club. She had seen many different kinds of people, but none so calm and yet so utterly aware of his surroundings at the same time. Although she was certain she had never met him before in her lifetime, the young woman found this man oddly familiar.
"Jac, get me a glass of whatever we have on tap," the girl called to the bartender.
"Sure thing, Brandy," called back a feminine voice, "Hey, who is that guy?"
"Don't know," replied Brandy looking over at Logan who was now puffing on a cigar. Brandy continued to watch him until her turned her way and smiled, "never seen him before."
"Pretty good lookin' if you ask me," smirked the dyed-pink-haired, blue eyed Jac as she passed the beer to Brandy.
"Hey, to bad no one asked you," Brandy called back with the freshly poured beer already in hand.
Logan puffed on his cigar and watched the young woman head towards him with the beer. And the closer Brandy got to the table the more attractive Logan found her - there was a cat-like slink in her walk and a sexy, sophistication glaring through her fiery violet eyes. Logan had a feeling that there was more to this girl than meets the eye.
"Here's your beer, sir" Brandy said teasingly with a smile when she reached Logan.
"Don't you find it odd that you can serve yerself?" commented Logan still puffing on his cigar.
Brandy stopped for a moment and thought about what this strange, sexy, cigar-smoking man had meant, "You mean because my name is Brandy," she decided this time she'd have a little fun with him, "Is that really the best you could come up with after spendin' the entire time sittin' here?"
Loan smiled at Brandy as he locked eyes with her. Brandy let out a laughing sigh and leaned over Logan to place the beer on the table. It was then that Logan noticed small scars in between each of her main fingers, three in all.
"What happened?" asked Logan as he reached for her hand. Brandy immediately tensed her entire body, but it was too late...
Schink! Out popped three sharp metal claws, each about a half a foot in length. Logan moved his hand out of the way just in time. The beer glass shattered into a thousand pieces, spilling the beer all over the table. Brandy's eyes widened in fear, she had been found out...exposed. Logan's eyes widened in surprise, he had a feeling that she was a mutant...but not like him. Schinnk...the claws slowly retracted, as if embarrassed.
"Ummm...I'm sorry about that. I'll get you another one, on the house," Brandy said, clearly very nervous and choosing to ignore what had just happened.
"No...no, it's alright. It wasn't yer fault," Logan replied trying to make sure the young woman knew he wasn't upset or angry.
"Let me go get something to wipe this mess up. I'll be right back," Brandy replied anxiously while still attempting to remain pleasant.
As Brandy left for the bar Logan looked at the broken glass and beer splashed all over the table. It was then that Logan noticed there were small drops of blood on the table. He tried to remember if they had been there earlier and he just hadn't noticed them. But when Logan touched one of the drops with his finger, it was still wet.