Firstly, thanks to all the reviewers! You all get little cookies in the shape of Logan…complete with chocolate muttonchops. Updates are coming, so don't fret. Schedule is somewhat hazy write now, but I will post as often as I can.
Marie moved from her seat for the first time that night. Swiftly enough for Bobby not to notice; swiftly enough for him not to notice.
"Rogue…w-wait…" Bobby fumbled, but she'd left him standing alone.
Her jacket spun around her legs as she made her away to the bathrooms and she hurriedly sped around the corner, slamming through the women's bathroom. Marie whimpered softly and leaned against an empty stall and gazed into her reflection in the mirror. She thumped her fists to her sides, cursing Logan. I look just like I did so many years ago… frightened and alone, she thought miserably fighting back the tears that threatened to fall for the second time that night. The mirror showed the most vulnerable side, one she thought she had hidden away. She admired her hair, running a hand through the ghost white strand. She ran a finger over her lips. These damned untouchable lips that had kissed a forbidden kiss, her mind wailed. "Why can't I find release from you?" She spoke looking into her reflection again, not looking into her eyes but into his.
The boom of the microphone shook her from her wishful thinking. "Of all the damn bars in town, he has to crawl into mine." She hissed to herself, turning her head away. She could almost feel the blood in her veins begin to boil, just below the skin's surface. Surely the man has had enough of moving from bar to bar already, she thought leaning against the bowl of the sink and splashing a few drops on her forehead. The noise levels in the other room began to increase…the fight would be starting very soon. Marie had watched Logan enter his name into the night's brawl with eager anticipation and she wouldn't miss this fight for the world.
"Surely the man can't believe he'd be the only form of entertainment here tonight," She chuckled to herself. Marie walked out of the bathroom and stuck her head around the crumbling corner of the wall just enough to sneak a peek at Logan and the other half of the room. The regulars were assembled and there was hardly any space left for seating. She watched Logan with excitement in her eyes; he had already stripped off his shirt and wandered the inside of the cage steadily puffing his cigar. Marie felt the quiver travel down her spine and into her knees. Goddamn he still has it, she celebrated in quiet ecstasy. He had leaned against the bars and was casually watching the possible opponents wander around the cage, tightening his muscles in preparedness.
"Ladies and gentlemen…for your viewing pleasure this evening, I present our first fighter of the night!" The little man yelled in a deepened voice into the microphone as many yelled in enthusiasm.
"With a sickening lust for blood and I truly mean it ladies…' he winked through the bars, 'here stands the Wolverine…who will try and take first blood?" He thundered, pointing a pudgy finger at Logan, who still smoked his cigar and leaned against the bars. One man wearing a rather large eagle belt buckle and cowboy hat grunted and gripped the entrance bars fiercely. "He's mine!"
Marie inhaled sharply as the overwhelming scent of fear crept through the bar. Not from Logan. "Of course not, not from him…" She laughed softly, noticing the other man's widening eyes as Logan cracked his fists and wrist joints loudly. Logan sneered at his opponent and gently laid his cigar out of danger, and waited for the opening hit. Screams of aggression rang out all around the bar when only hours earlier it was quieter than the grave. Marie gripped the sides of the wall and watched; staring as the man took a swipe at Logan and hit only air. Logan had ducked swiftly and delivered a smashing blow to the man's kidneys, growling in all his animalistic glory. She couldn't resist but follow every motion, every graceful step he took on the floor. Marie knew that there was no going back tonight, she'd come to settle an old score with her broken heart.
Within minutes he had shattered his opponent's nose and had sprayed the blood across the floor of the cage, and on several of the female on lookers, who screeched with disgust. The metallic tang filled the air and Marie licked her lips, savoring the sweet taste of his victory. "It's now or never girl…get it together." She said quietly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She stripped off her jacket and holding it in her arms close to her body, she marched back out into the room with a hardened look in her eyes. No one had noticed her, just as she preferred. Bobby had gone back to his buddies and to his pitchers of beer, amused watching an old team mate fighting in the great metal death trap. His buddies occasionally jabbed him in the ribs, and continually laughed, slurping back their beer while cheering the fight onwards.
Marie tossed her jacket back on the stool she had sat at all night, finished the last of Bobby's beer that he'd left on the ledge. In the beginning she had never been comfortable with exposing so much skin, but as the years past her fear subsided and now she wore whatever she pleased, even the most daring of outfits. This was no exception. The low cut pink top hung close to her curves and dipped far down her back; she loved the silkiness against her skin.
Nervously picking at her gloved hands, she wandered through the crowd until she had come up against the cage. She looked inside and her eyes met with the piercing hazel ones she had spent the last few days agonizing over. Logan stared back and stood still, breathing heavily to catch his breath. His opponent took the chance and sent a grueling blow to his head, cutting just above his eye. Marie hardly paid any attention as the wound neatly stitched itself together; instead she still held her gaze with his eyes. He fell back on the floor and grunted, sending a hasty kick to the man's knees. Cowboy hat went flying as the man tumbled downward and smacked his head, clearly out for the count.
Some of the crowd cheered while other showed their obvious displeasure of the winner of the fight. Some men came into the cage and carried the unconscious man out, still bleeding heavily from the nose. Logan sat on the floor and rested his head against the cage and closed his eyes, trying to regain his breath. When he opened them, he expected to see Marie, but her place had been filled by other patrons.
The cage opened and Logan gripped the side bars and hauled himself up. "Another one already?" He growled, shaking some of the dust on his jeans.
However nothing had quite prepared him for this.