Raven had never been one to celebrate Christmas the traditional way. For one, it was very much a family holiday. Seeing as though her family had attempted to murder her in her sleep as a child and had hated her long before the attempt, there wasn't exactly an overabundance of nostalgia for the good old days of sitting around a tree opening presents.
So instead of the traditional celebrations, she sent a simple text message. It hadn't been as easy as before, deciding to contact him. He'd known her as a human, which was no longer the case, and there was a good chance that he would recognize her scent, but even that was fun. Even the worst case scenario was one that would end in violence, which was almost as good as anything that she considered part of the best case scenario.
Raven morphed into her boring blonde haired, human looking self and threw on a coat so she wouldn't look out of place in the cold, then headed to the bar. She spotted him immediately upon stepping through the door, and headed back to where he was sitting with a pair of drinks. Shrugging her coat off, she slid into the seat opposite his with a smile. "Merry Christmas, Logan."