The old and definitely cheap bar was definitely not a place many people would go to look for the all-famous Wolverine. But you weren't many, so opening the small doors and entering a place full of miserable drunks and slackers, you scanned the room with a glance. Just an ordinary bar that tried unsuccessfully to create a Wild West atmosphere by buying a couple of Texas decorations for the walls.

Logan didn't notice you right away, or he did, but he didn't show it. Sitting behind the bar and watching the amber liquid shimmer in his glass, he ignored the way you sat down on the stool next to him. But after a minute of feeling you glare at him, the mutant gave in.

"Well, what are you here for. Don't you have anything better to do?"

His low voice was more like an animal growl.