Waking late in the afternoon Rogue had gotten up taken a shower made herself breakfast and was out the door to pay her rent to the land lord before she headed to the grocery store for some shopping she was running low an all the things she needed. Driving around town Rogue gripped the steering wheel of her old Volvo looking at her leather gloved hands as she came to a stop at a red light. For some reason she couldn't shake off the feeling she'd gotten the night before at the club while that man had been watching her. If felt like there was some kind of bound between them some kind of kinship. Rogue didn't know what it was but for the first time in a long time she hadn't come home to her apartment to cry herself to sleep or to wander the rooms like a lost and lonely soul. Smiling slowly to herself she put on her sunglasses and pulled away from the red light and into the Kroger parking lot playing around she swerved around in the parking lot with the radio blasting before she found a parking spot and grabbed her purse got out locked her car up and walked up to the store entrance.
Grabbing a cart she lazily leaned against it going over her little shopping list, even though Rogue had plenty of money to spare she still went by a strict list of things she needed and rarely ever strayed from it until it came to sweeties, Rogue had a terrible sweet tooth which she had to feed. Most of the time she never bought ready made cakes she made them by scratch as she did cookies and every other type of sweet that she liked. It was one of the things her mama had taught her as a little girl that still clung to her till this day.
Finishing her list Rogue took all her things to the check out counter and paid, the young boy there probably around her age tried to flirt and that made her giggle like a silly little school girl. Taking her things and leaving she had to laugh again but this time at herself, every time she thought she was hard and every trace of Marie was gone a little thing like that would slip up on her and remind her that she wasn't as tough as she liked to think that she now was.
By the time Rogue got back to apartment and put away her groceries it was almost time to start getting ready to go to work. Taking a few bites from a salad she still had in the fridge from one of her late night drives home from work trips to Wendy's Rogue hurriedly went into the bathroom took another shower styled her hair packed her three different thongs and bra's into a duffel bag and rushed out of the door.
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Logan stood in the caged ring as the announced crowned him victor of the fight. Logan was proud of himself he hadn't lost any money and knew that because of his always steady winning streak a lot of people had made some money off of him tonight by betting his winning the fight and hey if they could make a buck off of him then that was okay with him too. Stepping out of the ring bare footed Logan put on his socks and boots and went into the bathroom to wash up, although one could wonder how well anybody could clean up in a bathroom so skuzzy.
Walking out of the bathroom smelling like anti bacterial soap he took himself a seat at the bar. "I'll have a beer." he told the bartender and tossed a few bucks down on the bar as he pulled a cigar from his denim jacket pocket and light it up, a cloud of yellow smoke hovering over his head as the bartender slide the bottle of Molson towards him. "So, get any tail last night at the club?" the bartender asking as he washed some glasses casting a few side glances at Logan every once and a while. Logan looked up at the bartender for a second his mind flashing back to the young dancer he couldn't seem to get his mind off of. "Didn't stick around that long, just headed back to my hotel room." Logan said taking a long slug of his beer.
"Friend of mine knows the owner, but I'll tell ya the guy never made a better business deal then when he hired that new girl." the bartender said a little off handedly as he picked up a clean glass and began to shine it. Logan's ears perked up a little bit at this. "Eh well he's got some girls out there that don't even look like there fresh outta high school yet." Logan said averting his eyes to the television set that sat atop of the fridge. "Heh girls?" the bartender raised his brows. "Ya mean girl. You must've been paying attention." the bartender smirked. "Like'em young do ya?" he asked leaning over the bar a little bit. A resentful growl came up in Logan's throat as the bartender backed away a little bit. "Hey didn't mean to offend ya." he said grabbing a beer out of the fridge for himself and popping the cap off he tossed it on the counter.
Sensing this guy was getting ready to hunker down for a good talk Logan finished his beer off and stood up straightening out his jackets. "My money." Logan said gruffly knowing that the bartender kept all the winning money behind the counter. Reaching down he pulled out a stack of bills held together by a rubber band and tossed them down onto the counter in front of Logan. Picking it up Logan looked through it counting to make sure it was all there before stuffing it into one of his jacket pockets and gave him a nod and walked out of the bar.
Driving back to his hotel for the rest of his things Logan went in clearing the place out of all signs that he'd ever been there including stealing all there towels and tooth brushes before turning the key in at the front desk. Getting into his truck he was headed for the high way but before he realized what he was doing to he was driving down the same road he had last night to Carol's Gentleman's Club. Sitting in the parking lot staring up at the pink neon lights he was wondering why he was back here again. He had a good mind to pull his truck back out of the parking lot but for some reason he wanted to see that girl one more time before he got back on the road and headed for the next fight bar which would take him a couple of days. His next stop was Laughlin City.
Walking into the club Logan found the same seat in the back nice and dark and settled in. Ordering a beer Logan leaned down in his chair sipping getting a nice little buzz from his second beer of the night, but his healing factor would take care of that shortly. Just as the night before the same dancer came up to him and offered him a lap dance. Laying down a twenty on the table he nodded a little bit.