Logan grabbed his jacket from his place and headed out the door. The more he stayed there, the more he loved it. Calm, peaceful, it was what he'd been needing. No one bothered him, at least there he was respected. Helped when you spoke the language and knew the meaning of the word honor. Even as much as he hated Creed somehow over the passing days he hated him less than he did Peter.
Walking inside he didn't have to look around and just sniffed, finding Creed. Logan didn't want a fight, at least not now. What he needed was to know everything. Creed could give him that, at least he thought so. Unless it was all bullshit.
"Vic." He took a seat. As suggested he had a roll of ones on him, in his jacket pocket. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. I wanna know what you know. About me."