ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-22 09:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, sabretooth, wolverine |
Who: Logan and Creed (OTA that would be there)
What: Huntin' down a mangy mutt
Where: Strip club
When: Late evening
Rating: Probably gonna be high
Status: in progress, open
Logan had been at home, relaxing. His place wasn't so hard to be at anymore. Earlier he'd helped Jin downstairs in the little shop she ran. Her bubbly attitude was nice to have around and he'd found out she was a student of martial arts. Not that it was any surprise. They'd had a nice lunch she prepared but after that he'd retired to his room where he meditated. Only he was distracted once more. But this time, not by Selene.
No, the culprit of his distraction this time was much larger and a thorn that had been in his side for far too long. His blood boiled when he thought about Creed chasing Selene and destroying that front door. How dare him think he had any sort of right to even come near her. Well, Logan was going to take care of that.
Wasn't many places the bastard haunted. So Logan started looking through every strip club near by. About the sixth one he hit pay dirt. The bouncer said he saw him go in so Logan just followed the scent. It led him right to one of those backrooms for a lap dance. The doorman gave him a little lip, but his fight wasn't with him and if he toiled with him then he'd never get to his quarry. Handing him a crisp hundred dollar bill Logan gave him a look that said you didn't see or hear a damn thing.
Logan pushed past the beaded doorway and walked in, the heavy thumping music was beginning to get on his nerves. Didn't take him long to find his brother at all. Sittin' there, a bottle of something in his hand, two girls givin' him quite the show.
Glaring at him his eyes were fiery, there'd be no holdin' back this time. His voice was a low dangerous growl when he spoke, looking past the two girls, but speaking to them. "Get the hell out." They didn't move at first and that only pissed him off more. Taking a few steps closer so there was no mistaking whom he was talking to. "I said MOVE!" With that the claws were popped and the girls were absolutely freaked out now, screaming as they scrambled to get off their client.