Brandy returned a moment later with a hand towel and a small garbage pail. She quickly swiped the table clean, letting all the glass and beer flow into the pail. She then put the pail down and gave the table a few rubs to make sure it was dry. Brandy then turned and gave Logan a friendly smile, partially in hope that Logan wasn't upset and partially to calm herself down.
"When do you get off of work," Logan inquired, lowering his voice slightly so that only Brandy could hear, "I wanna talk to you about yer claws."
"Look, I don't want any trouble. If you want another waitress that's fine," Brandy quietly stated curtly, quickly becoming defensive and slightly forceful. Logan had a feeling that if he didn't respond just right, he'd be in big trouble.
"I didn't say I wanted another waitress, I said I wanted to talk to you about yer claws," Logan replied calmly, "Now, are you bleeding?"
"No, not any more," Brandy replied, letting her guard down only slightly - this man seemed genuine and sincere in his questioning, "I never bleed for very long. I get off in about an hour so, if you really want to talk, just wait here."
"Sounds good to me," Logan said with a smile.
"When do you get off of work," Logan inquired, lowering his voice slightly so that only Brandy could hear, I wanna talk to you about yer claws.
"Look, I don't want any trouble. If you want another waitress that's fine," Brandy quietly stated curtly, quickly becoming defensive and slightly forceful. Logan had a feeling that if he didn't respond just right, he'd be in big trouble.
"I didn't say I wanted another waitress, I said I wanted to talk to you about yer claws, Logan replied calmly, "Now, are you bleeding?
"No, not any more," Brandy replied, letting her guard down only slightly this man seemed genuine and sincere in his questioning, "I never bleed for very long. I get off in about an hour so, if you really want to talk, just wait here."
"Sounds good to me," Logan said with a smile.
An hour later...
"Let's go."
Logan looked and saw Brandy standing over him - he hadn't even heard her walk up to the table, which was always rare for him. She had changed out of her club outfit into only slightly more street-savvy clothes - sneakers, blue jeans, leopard print tube-top, and a leather jacket. Her old clothes were stuffed into a backpack she had slung over her shoulder; her hair was held back with a kerchief tied behind her, and a pair of jet-black sunglasses sat lightly on top of her head.
"Okay," Logan replied swiftly standing up and pushing his chair in. As Brandy headed towards the door he gave the club one last look over - mainly due to habit for checking for people that might tail him.
As soon as they get outside Brandy tucked the tips of her ears under her kerchief and put her sunglasses over her eyes. She looked around checking for unwelcome followers and then took off down the deserted street with Logan right on her tail.
"Don't you have trouble seein' with those sunglasses on," asked Logan as he caught up with Brandy.
"No, I can see just fine. Besides, the last thing I need is some idiot turnin' me in as a freakin' mutie...something tells me violet eyes that glow in the dark doesn't exactly register normal among most normal human beings," Brandy replied angrily.
"Very true. So, have you always had yer claws?"
"Don't think so."
"Whaddya mean you don't think so? How long have you had yer claws for, then?"
Brandy was getting bothered that this man, who had said nothing about himself, was asking her all these questions. But she was even more angered by the fact that she couldn't answer any of the questions he asked. She decided to avoid the inquiry and turn the tables on him, "I'm not answerin' any of your questions until you tell me who the hell you are and what your fascination with me is," she said slightly ticked off as she stopped walking and turned to Logan.
Logan looked into Brandy's eyes and saw the same pent up anger and confusion that he has carried himself for so many years. It was only now that he realized that she couldn't answer his questions because she didn't remember.
"My name's Logan," Logan replied, ashamed for badgering Brandy with all those questions, "and the reason I'm so interested in you is because I think we have a lot in common"
"Yeah, like what," Brandy challenged.
"Like these," Sssschinnk. Logan slowly let his claws come out, making sure to keep his hands slightly up and his fingers spread apart in order to make himself and his claws as non-threatening as possible.