"Hang on tight, then." Kurt wrapped his arm around Logan and visualized the location, saying a little prayer that nothing would go wrong.
BAMF!
They appeared in the parking lot, under a dimly shining lamp post, the bar in question not that far away. It was a Monday and business must've been slow, because there weren't many cars in the lot, and fortunately for them, nobody was hanging around outside in the cold to see them appear out of thin air.
"Urm... Logan?" It had just occurred to Kurt to ask this question. "How will the locals take to somebody like me? You know. German." He was actually referring to his highly unusual physical mutation, but as always, Kurt was trying to lighten the mood.