[ As it turns out, you can still find cozy little bars and decent scotch halfway across the galaxy- or wherever the hell they are on the celestial map, anyway. It's not much, but it's a familiar taste, a familiar warmth, and good enough odds he won't have anymore surprises in the form of long-lost comrades arising from the aether.
Some rando settles in nearby, leaving him unbothered until there's a question in the air. Logan could groan. In what universe does he need to fall into where people mind their own fucking business?
He lowers the glass he's been nursing, looking aside at the stranger. ]
excuse, wolverine would never, how ooc
Some rando settles in nearby, leaving him unbothered until there's a question in the air. Logan could groan. In what universe does he need to fall into where people mind their own fucking business?
He lowers the glass he's been nursing, looking aside at the stranger. ]
Something like that.