Who: Evil!Diana and Logan What: Evil!Diana is at a bar. A fight ensues and Logan is there to stop it Where: One of the seedier bars of Tumbleweed When: Early evening of June 13 Rating: We'll go with medium for now for bar fighting but if it needs updating I will update this! (There will probably also be some swearing most likely)
It seemed it didn't matter what version of man's world she went to, they all were pitiful and needed stronger leaders. Diana had every intention of becoming that leader. And since she was in the United States she would start here first. This little dump of a town would be a good run to see how easy she could take over. The military base did give her some pause, but over all she hadn't seen many in the way of who could stop her. Yes there was that mind reader about but Diana had every intention of steering clear of her.
Wanting a drink, Diana had made her way to a questionable bar wearing a low cut tank top and a pair of leather pants with black boots. Her bracers and armband were the only things from Themyscira that adorned her. She had no need for a lasso of truth. Force worked just as well. She did have a dagger tucked away at the small of her back, hidden by the tank top.
Sitting at the bar, she had ordered herself a whiskey and had barely begun to sip on it when several men surrounded her and began leering down her shirt and accosting her. While she knew this had every possibility of happening, she had at least hoped to get one drink in. Apparently not though. Setting the glass down, she turned a dazzling smile to the leader. Caressing his bearded face, the smile turned into a smirk.
"You really shouldn't approach those who are your betters little man." Seeing him puff up with drunken anger and rage made Diana chuckle internally. Men. So easily offended if you bruised their egos. She patted his cheek before her other fist drove into his head, sending him careening back. The man's friends stared in shock for a moment before they lunged clumsily at Diana. She toyed with them for a few minutes before becoming bored of their lack of challenge. Most went flying into tables and stools, though the last one landed hard on the pool table in the corner and broke two of the legs.