Foul Moods: Chapter 3
"Yes." Mike said irritated.
"So what's it like to have your head on fire?"
"Let just say it's a very invigorating experience. I suggest you try it, now preferably." Mike expressed as he wiped up a split drink.
Logan couldn't help but crack a grin, "I bet you would. So I guess you know the professor then." Logan tapped the side of his can. "Also, I'm running dry here."
"Give me a second," replied Mike as he began filling the blender with Mudslide mix.
A blond tapped her pink painted finger nails impatiently at the bar. She looked at Mike with questionably eyes, "And don't skimp out on the alcohol, its one of the best parts besides the chocolate. Oh just give me the darn bottle. I swear a child could do better." She snatched the Mudslide mix away as she leaned over the bar. "This is how you do it; write it on your hand if you can't remember, better yet tattoo it to your forehead." When the bottled was emptied into the blender she sat back down.
Mike eyed the women evilly as he scooped in the vanilla ice cream. "If I only could, oh I would," he grumbled under his breath.Logan raised a brow as their eyes met. She returned his gesture with a nauseated expression and snatched her mudslide and sauntered away.
"Well that usually doesn't happen. I only have to raise a brow and I've got them flocking by the hundreds. It must be something in the air…" Logan sighed as he placed his hand on his forehead. "I got distracted again."
"I guess you won't be needing that beer now, will you?"
"Hey now, I never said that." Logan paused as Mike stared off into his own little world. "Well get going, I aint getting any younger bub," gestured Logan.
- Isn't Gumbo a type of food? -
"You sure do have a way with women Logan. I should take pointers." Remarked Mike as he placed another beer in front of Logan.
"Can it Mike. I'm not sure getting your head set on fire by your ex-girlfriend, proves you have something to shine about," replied Logan. Mike looked at the empty Bud can in his hand and stated.
"That doesn't count."
Logan shook his head and turned around, "You know your…" Suddenly something caught his eye.
"Logan… Logan… hheeeelllllloooooo earth to Logan, plane landing in Jabara airport; asking permission from headquarters, hello?" Mike as he waved his hand in front of Logan's face.
"Is that Gumbo I spy. I would have thought he be following Rouge around today. Guess I was wrong," remarked Logan scratching his head in astonishment.
"Isn't Gumbo a type of food?"
"Yes, but in this case Gumbo is a card throwing mush head," Explained Logan.
"Interesting, but how exactly I am supposed to understand this?" Mike wondered while taking an order of cocktails.
Logan tilted his head back and said, "Don't try. Many have and almost lost their sanity."
Mike rolled his eyes and mouthed okay.
To Be Continued…
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