[ Logan's almost as familiar with Kurt's unique body language as he is with his own, years of close friendship and the long journeys between the two of them leaving little in the way of secrets. He catches that strangled noise as he heads to the bar, gritting his teeth and setting his shoulders to brace against a ripple of fear and discomfort that's both well earned by their surroundings and something he's become far too used to.
He orders their drinks with terse impatience, catching the bartender looking curiously at his companion and fixing him with a steely glare that banishes the expression from the man's face in an instant. There are enough non-humans in the city for Kurt's appearance to be more of a draw than a novelty, and he's unmistakably new. Untainted. Interesting.
Logan takes the double measure of whiskey he's served and throws it back, setting the glass on the bar perhaps a little harder than necessary before picking up the two pints of beer and carrying them over to the booth, stepping around a kneeling Submissive without looking.
He slides into the seat opposite Kurt and lifts his glass to echo his toast, his own expression grave and troubled, not liking the triphammer of his friend's frightened heartbeat. ]
Yeah. [ He chases the poor attempt at courtesy with a couple of long swallows, then sets his drink down, curling his hands around it and glancing back at the nearby patrons. ]
The whole place is like this. You got the whole orientation spiel, right? [ Logan had mostly slept through his, his healing factor overtaxed by the drugs they'd used to keep him quiet. He frowns across at Kurt. ] It runs on sex like Vegas runs on blackjack. Just another way to keep the citizens compliant, tradin' on desire for power. And us under the thumb.
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He orders their drinks with terse impatience, catching the bartender looking curiously at his companion and fixing him with a steely glare that banishes the expression from the man's face in an instant. There are enough non-humans in the city for Kurt's appearance to be more of a draw than a novelty, and he's unmistakably new. Untainted. Interesting.
Logan takes the double measure of whiskey he's served and throws it back, setting the glass on the bar perhaps a little harder than necessary before picking up the two pints of beer and carrying them over to the booth, stepping around a kneeling Submissive without looking.
He slides into the seat opposite Kurt and lifts his glass to echo his toast, his own expression grave and troubled, not liking the triphammer of his friend's frightened heartbeat. ]
Yeah. [ He chases the poor attempt at courtesy with a couple of long swallows, then sets his drink down, curling his hands around it and glancing back at the nearby patrons. ]
The whole place is like this. You got the whole orientation spiel, right? [ Logan had mostly slept through his, his healing factor overtaxed by the drugs they'd used to keep him quiet. He frowns across at Kurt. ] It runs on sex like Vegas runs on blackjack. Just another way to keep the citizens compliant, tradin' on desire for power. And us under the thumb.