Logan extended a hand forward and wrapped his fingers gently around the glass. Given his nature, one that didn't know the mutant would find such a gesture out of the ordinary, but even the most wild of beasts had a tenderness to them. Some just showed it more than others, and in different ways.
The mutant took a sip from the glass, savoring the warmth and burn that came from the liquid. It greeted him like an old friend. Satisfied, the feral mutant set the glass down on the glossy wood of the countertop. Wasn't the best whiskey, like he'd asked for, but it would do. Logan wasn't looking for a fight here, at least not yet.
A woman approached the bar at the side opposite the good-looking youth at his right, and Logan turned to offer the woman an appreciative look. He earned a smile in return, offered the woman a wink before glancing over to his right at the young man who'd spoken to him.
"Just rode in this morning. Who's askin'?" Logan inquired, sniffing the air softly. This young man, and the one settled next to him on the other side, had a unique smell. It was underlying, beneath the normal human smell.
He wouldn't have been surprised if these two knew him. His identity was public knowledge, everyone knew that the name we went by and his code-name were linked. But Logan was curious if those standards had followed him into this world. He would know shortly.