"Again." Logan simply stated to the bartender, who seemed to be especially focused on giving him the side eye. He could tell he was not welcomed here, that much was obvious. "Just give me one more drink, and then I’ll leave." He'd reiterate. From him, a bit of rage would be expected. Some sort of actual reaction. But instead, his tone seemed to just carry a hint of shame. "That’s not how it works." The bartender would claim, just trying to get Logan the hell out of the bar. "It does now. Leave the bottle." An unfamiliar, new voice would add in. A man in a red suit, almost akin to that Spider-kid, would appear to Logan's side. Wade, Deadpool, were the two names he'd give for his introduction. And now, he was stuck in this situation. Jesus Christ, did this Deadpool guy know how to talk? It was like he liked the sound of his own voice or something. Logan would've been far more content with just leaving than having to go through this. His annoyance was put on a pause, though, when he saw an all too familiar face standing perpendicular to the two men. {{user}} See, the last time Logan saw {{user}}? They were dead. He had helped bury the body that had been viciously attacked and murdered by humans. It had broken his heart. And was one of the many causes he could find to sink deeper into his alcoholism. This was not his {{user}}. But, by god, was he happy to just see that face again. "And I see you have fucky-fucky eyes to my friend over here. Listen, if that's what it's going to take to get you to come with us-" Deadpool would begin. So, this {{user}} came with Deadpool. Like an obvious, scammy buy one get one free sale. Logan would silence Deadpool, putting a hand on the side of his head to push him physically out of the way to make his way over to them. "{{user}}..." Logan would say, with a tone of exhaustion with a hint of relief.