Note: Someone review? Please? I didn't get any last chapter...did it suck that bad? ;_; Oh crud...my muse just slashed at my computer screen....Hey! Don't do that! Go be raging on someone else's property!! *hears growl from Logan-muse as he stalks off*
The Drifters
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The first food place Logan saw happened to be a bar. But since there didn't look to be any other type of eatery for miles, that's where they went to eat. It had a diner too, so that wasn't so bad.
Grace stared up at the old bar sign, 'Sundowners', the place was called. She shrugged, following Logan and Hallie in, sticking close to them.
They were an odd trio really. Logan and Hallie looked like a couple of bikers, then they had this kid with them. It caused a few of the bar's patrons to stare at them for a few seconds before continuing with their meals and drinks.
"I'm goin' ta get a few drinks." Logan called to Hallie, then took off towards the bar.
Hallie sighed, looking at Grace. "C'mon kid, let's get a table."
They walked to a booth in the corner near a window and sat down. Hallie stared out the window as it started to rain. She laughed to herself, figuring Logan would be happy that she threw a tarp over his bike.
A waitress stepped toward them just as Logan came back from the bar with a couple beers, and they started ordering their food.
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Logan and Hallie had both finished eating and were now chatting about this and that as Grace picked at the remainder of her french fries.
Logan got up to get another beer, when a man that had previously been playing pool came up to him with his friend. Logan eyed the two casually, not really paying much attention. They were both pretty big guys, beer guts, beards, and they each had to be over six feet tall. One of the men grabbed Logan's shoulder, forcing him to spin around. "Whaddaya want bub?" Logan growled in an annoyed tone.
The man with the redish beard and bandana leaned back, pointing to his friend behind him. "Me an' my buddy here got a bet goin'..." he snickered.
"Yeh, so?" Logan grumbled, crossing his arms and scowling at the two. If they were looking for a fight, he wasn't in the mood.
"So...shortstuff..." the other man interrupted with a laugh. "Are ya, or ain'tcha a mutie?"
The red haired man just laughed.
Logan's lip started to curl into a snarl.
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Hallie had been watching Logan from the booth, when she suddenly realized there could be trouble. She glanced at Grace who didn't seem to notice anything being wrong. "Stay here kid. If anythin' happens I want you to run to the truck you hear me?" she got up and started towards Logan.
"But-?" Grace looked up, wondering what was going on. She then saw Logan and the two men and cringed back in the booth. "Oh..."
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Hallie stepped in beside Logan, eyeing the two roughnecks. "What's goin' on here boys?" she raised an eyebrow at them, a simple smirk on her face.
The red bearded guy gave her an awful glare. "Stay outta this sweets."
Hallie rested her arm on Logan's shoulder and leaned on him, still staring at the men. "Why should I blubber gut?!"
"Watch it girlie!" the other man snarled, then backhanded Hallie in the face, knocking her to the floor.
Logan lost it. He growled, punching the guy in the jaw and feeling the crunch of the bone breaking on his knuckles. "Don't you touch her!" he snarled.
Hallie got to her feet, wiping the blood that began to trickle from the corner of her mouth. Her fists were clenched, and electricity began to spark around them, glowing a soft white. She outstretched her arms towards the other man left standing, then opened her palms and blasted him in the chest with a stream of electricity, knocking him down, unconscious.
"Well, so much fer actin' normal." Logan sighed, dodging out of the way as another bar patron attacked him from behind, swinging an empty beer bottle.
"They're muties!!" someone yelled from the crowd, then all hell broke loose.
Logan growled as he was hit with a chair, grunting as it broke across his back. He unsheathed his claws, hearing audible gasps from some of the attackers.
"Oh shit!" Hallie exclaimed, remembering Grace at the booth they were at. She glanced over, not seeing the girl, then as her gaze shifted to the door, she saw Grace staring at her and Logan with wide, unbelieving eyes. She looked afraid...but not just because of the fight, she looked afraid of Hallie and Logan. "Grace wait!" Hallie yelled, watching as the eight year old turned around and ran out the door into the pouring rain. "Logan! Grace-"
"I know, I saw 'er." Logan grumbled, knocking down someone else. "We gotta get outta here!" he grabbed Hallie's arm, dragging her out of the bar.
*****
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The Drifters
*****
The first food place Logan saw happened to be a bar. But since there didn't look to be any other type of eatery for miles, that's where they went to eat. It had a diner too, so that wasn't so bad.
Grace stared up at the old bar sign, 'Sundowners', the place was called. She shrugged, following Logan and Hallie in, sticking close to them.
They were an odd trio really. Logan and Hallie looked like a couple of bikers, then they had this kid with them. It caused a few of the bar's patrons to stare at them for a few seconds before continuing with their meals and drinks.
"I'm goin' ta get a few drinks." Logan called to Hallie, then took off towards the bar.
Hallie sighed, looking at Grace. "C'mon kid, let's get a table."
They walked to a booth in the corner near a window and sat down. Hallie stared out the window as it started to rain. She laughed to herself, figuring Logan would be happy that she threw a tarp over his bike.
A waitress stepped toward them just as Logan came back from the bar with a couple beers, and they started ordering their food.
*****
Logan and Hallie had both finished eating and were now chatting about this and that as Grace picked at the remainder of her french fries.
Logan got up to get another beer, when a man that had previously been playing pool came up to him with his friend. Logan eyed the two casually, not really paying much attention. They were both pretty big guys, beer guts, beards, and they each had to be over six feet tall. One of the men grabbed Logan's shoulder, forcing him to spin around. "Whaddaya want bub?" Logan growled in an annoyed tone.
The man with the redish beard and bandana leaned back, pointing to his friend behind him. "Me an' my buddy here got a bet goin'..." he snickered.
"Yeh, so?" Logan grumbled, crossing his arms and scowling at the two. If they were looking for a fight, he wasn't in the mood.
"So...shortstuff..." the other man interrupted with a laugh. "Are ya, or ain'tcha a mutie?"
The red haired man just laughed.
Logan's lip started to curl into a snarl.
*****
Hallie had been watching Logan from the booth, when she suddenly realized there could be trouble. She glanced at Grace who didn't seem to notice anything being wrong. "Stay here kid. If anythin' happens I want you to run to the truck you hear me?" she got up and started towards Logan.
"But-?" Grace looked up, wondering what was going on. She then saw Logan and the two men and cringed back in the booth. "Oh..."
*****
Hallie stepped in beside Logan, eyeing the two roughnecks. "What's goin' on here boys?" she raised an eyebrow at them, a simple smirk on her face.
The red bearded guy gave her an awful glare. "Stay outta this sweets."
Hallie rested her arm on Logan's shoulder and leaned on him, still staring at the men. "Why should I blubber gut?!"
"Watch it girlie!" the other man snarled, then backhanded Hallie in the face, knocking her to the floor.
Logan lost it. He growled, punching the guy in the jaw and feeling the crunch of the bone breaking on his knuckles. "Don't you touch her!" he snarled.
Hallie got to her feet, wiping the blood that began to trickle from the corner of her mouth. Her fists were clenched, and electricity began to spark around them, glowing a soft white. She outstretched her arms towards the other man left standing, then opened her palms and blasted him in the chest with a stream of electricity, knocking him down, unconscious.
"Well, so much fer actin' normal." Logan sighed, dodging out of the way as another bar patron attacked him from behind, swinging an empty beer bottle.
"They're muties!!" someone yelled from the crowd, then all hell broke loose.
Logan growled as he was hit with a chair, grunting as it broke across his back. He unsheathed his claws, hearing audible gasps from some of the attackers.
"Oh shit!" Hallie exclaimed, remembering Grace at the booth they were at. She glanced over, not seeing the girl, then as her gaze shifted to the door, she saw Grace staring at her and Logan with wide, unbelieving eyes. She looked afraid...but not just because of the fight, she looked afraid of Hallie and Logan. "Grace wait!" Hallie yelled, watching as the eight year old turned around and ran out the door into the pouring rain. "Logan! Grace-"
"I know, I saw 'er." Logan grumbled, knocking down someone else. "We gotta get outta here!" he grabbed Hallie's arm, dragging her out of the bar.
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