Who: Logan What: Flexing his shopping muscles. Where: Exploring a bit of everywhere When: around 2pm Status: complete Rating: PG
Logan was going stir crazy and everyone around the hotel was a bit crazy anyways from the whole attack. He needed to get out before he killed someone. That was when he remembered the expense account Peter told him about. Logan never had been much of a shopper, but he could think of one thing he really wanted. Pete just might regret not telling him if he had any limits or not on the card.
Grabbing his brown leather jacket, no matter what the weather was like outside he headed out in his usual attire, jeans, boots, wifebeater, flannel shirt and jacket. He had but one destination in mind. A set of wheels.
Logan hailed a taxi and asked the driver tot ake him to the nearest place he could get a bike. Some measly little accident wasn't going to stop him from driving one. A mere half an hour later he was standing outside of a Harley Davidson dealership. The grin on his face wasn't disappearing for a while.
He walked inside, looking over every bike they had before he settled on a sleek black and chrome model. It'd need some customizing sometime but right now it'd do the job. smiling he handed over the card to the man, did a little paperwork and the bike was his. Not bothering with a helmet he drove the bike out and started back towards the hotel.
Only then he realized he was having a craving for some beer and chicken wings. Locating the nearest bar he aws surprised it was a little classy he walked inside, sat at the bar and put his order in. Grabbing a cigar from his pocket he lit it up and leaned back to relax. He wasn't oblivious to the womem that were looking him up and down. He just didn't care. They could look all they wanted, he wasn't interested.
Had this been a few weeks ago, hell he probably woulda taken all three of them on and not batted an eye. But now, well there were reasons he wouldn't. Right now he didn't want to think too hard on those reasons, he just knew they were there and that was good enough for him.
So he decided to sit there, enjoy a couple beers and his cigar while ignoring the nearby company. The bartender was wiping down some glasses and Logan raised a brow. "Hey bub, you know anywhere around here I could find some.. entertainment?"
The tender looked at him slightly amused and chuckled. "Case ya haven't noticed, there's a couple objects of real nice entertainment just down at the other end of the bar."
He didn't bother with a sideways glance and just shook his head. "Got all that I can handle back home. I meant something underground." He placed the cigar between his lips and looked the tender over. That clearly got his attention. He disppeared to the back for about two minutes and came back out with a card, passing it over to Logan without a word.
Flipping it over Logan looked at the address and nodded. He'd have to check the place out sometime. The obnoxious sound of shrill giggling came to him from the other side of the bar and he shook his head, finishing off his beer and headed out to door, not sure if he should head home yet or not.
It was still early in the day yet and there was a florist across the street. Logan raised a brow and walked across, going inside. He didn't know what possessed him to even think to send her flowers but he wanted to. This took him more time than even he imagined. Plain old roses showed lack of thought in his book. So he kept looking and picked out a pretty arrangement of tulips, with a hint of jasmine thrown in, she'd get the meaning he knew and a few other flowers he didn't know the name of.
The card he signed - Meet me in the lobby at 8, dress pretty - Logan. "Make sure there are delivered to the Hyperion, ASAP. Leave 'em at the front desk, tell 'em they're for Cordelia." With that he paid and left the place, getting on his bike and headed to his next destination. Plans were being formed quickly in his mind.