Logan inhaled from the cigar, took a few drags and when the glass was set on the bar in front of him the Wolverine's eyes rolled up at the bartender, almost a silent question present on the Avenger's face as to how a simple order became so complicated.
The ice in the glass reflected the amber liquid pleasantly.
With a grunt Logan pulled the cigar from between his lips, dropped it into the fresh cup of alcohol. He never broke eye contact with the bartender the entire time.
Instantly the barkeep frowned, looked at the situation and continued to remain puzzled.
"Let's try this again. You got one more chance, bub," Logan growled, leaning forward slightly. "Whiskey. No ice. Repeat it back to me," Logan said, voice soft but his tone almost deadly.
The bartender gulped and nodded, "Yeah, no ice....no ice, I got it."
Logan nodded, watching the bartender pick up the soiled glass and replace it with a fresh one, free of ice. The amber liquid swirled free of debris and Logan nodded, "So you do listen. Shame it had to escalate to get the point across."