"I think I found something-" Logan announced as he returned to the porch, "-to make up for that first time."
He showed her the two dark bottles in his left hand, the Revolver label - an American craft label, at that - on their sides. Popping their caps, he set the bottle opener on the arm of the bench, and offered Ororo her beer as he settled in beside her.
"Seems some poor bastard's delivery truck wound up in a field during that storm a couple of weeks back," he explained before she could ask, something wry in the set of his mouth. Laura was already asleep upstairs, but the darkness beyond the wide porch was awake, alive with the nighttime sounds of late spring, crickets strumming in the sweet grass as frogs warbled in the pond.
"Whatever it was in that drink our first night out. The one that made you loopy and...complimentary." And gave her a wicked hangover from Hell, he didn't add.
Logan tipped his beer up, and savored that first sip.
He eyed her, drumming his fingers on the side of the bottle.
"Really, Ro, you didn't mean all that. My ego can only get so big." Hey maybe he'd just shift a bit, letting his arm fall over the back of the bench. Logan felt...actually relaxed for the first time in a long while.
Well in that case she could just as well shift a little too, maybe edging a bit closer to him before leaning back to feel his arm against the upper part of her back, its warmth distracting in a pleasant sort of way.
"Alright, tell me something particularly outlandish that I said, and we'll see if I still mean it."
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He showed her the two dark bottles in his left hand, the Revolver label - an American craft label, at that - on their sides. Popping their caps, he set the bottle opener on the arm of the bench, and offered Ororo her beer as he settled in beside her.
"Seems some poor bastard's delivery truck wound up in a field during that storm a couple of weeks back," he explained before she could ask, something wry in the set of his mouth. Laura was already asleep upstairs, but the darkness beyond the wide porch was awake, alive with the nighttime sounds of late spring, crickets strumming in the sweet grass as frogs warbled in the pond.
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She was not entirely following his train of thought, a little distracted by the warm darkness creeping up on the house, full of restless life.
She was happy to take the beer though, regardless of what it was meant to serve as a compensation for.
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Logan tipped his beer up, and savored that first sip.
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She chuckled a little, and took a sip ofor her beer, humming her approval before glancing over at him.
"I don't think it would be fair to the drink to let it shoulder all the blame for me being complimentary."
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"Really, Ro, you didn't mean all that. My ego can only get so big." Hey maybe he'd just shift a bit, letting his arm fall over the back of the bench. Logan felt...actually relaxed for the first time in a long while.
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"Alright, tell me something particularly outlandish that I said, and we'll see if I still mean it."