Bit of a fluffy chapter but I didn't want to jump right in to the next fight.
The bar was small, the air smoky and Logan seemed to be enjoying himself. The mug in front of him was almost empty and Seleena was starting to get to tired. And she was already fed up with the guy at the back checking her out. She would need to wear more clothes next time.
She and Logan had sat there for about an hour now. She'd had nothing and the bartender seemed miffed. The silence was starting to hurt her ears. She wasn't about to start the conversation up yet. Then again it didn't seem he was either.
At some points even Seleena has to say screw it. "Where'd you learn to track?" Lame.
"Mph." Logan finished his beer. "Time to go." He tossed some bills as a tip, Seleena's treat had worn out about a keg ago.
"Manners aren't you thing are they?" she asked following him out the front door through the dim neon tinted air. She felt just a tad to cliché.
"Not really. You want another round?" He opened the passenger side door for her and walked around the back of the jeep to drive.
"I don't drink." She swung her leg up into the car.
"In the woods?" he clarified. Forced the keys in to the ignition.
"Last guy to say that wound up in the hospital." She shrugged. "I'm up for it."
"Good, hate to think you're a one a night girl." He smirked and shoved a cigar in his mouth backing out of the space with one hand on the wheel.
"Last guy to say that was dead." She shouldered closer to the open window.
"Gotta try for it sometime sweetheart. Gonna bite me?" he sure as hell wasn't hopeful. Just a dick.
"Not if I was starving." She raised her eyebrows gazed out the window as the mansion came in view. "Won't they be expecting us?"
"Not likely. I'm usually out late."
She forced a smile. "Great."
"Why are you being so anti-social? You go outta your way with every one else at school, why not me, eh?" he turned hard right scoring the lawn outside the forest.
"You didn't say one damn thing to me in that bar, I'm not the one be anti-social."
"You want conversation. Talk while you're hunting." Again the knife was in her hand. "You're it. I get thirty seconds."
Hunting she could do, running not so much. "Gotcha." She would enjoy tagging him. And she did.
It was 6 am at the end of there last round. They wound up tied at the end of the night. If it weren't for the sun they'd've kept going.