And she wore it well. Storm could take some lessons from this girl. "Of course I usually don't stick around for introductions. Kick ass, don't bother with taking names much."
Logan sat down at the bar and shrugged off the brown leather jacket, a white undershirt beneath it. Nodding to the bartender he held his hand up for two.
"All dependin' on the mood darlin'." He munched on a couple pretzels. "More often than not Jack's my friend."