Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Logan & Steve R
[Logan never had been able to get drunk, either, so drinking had never been about that. It was the comfort of the gesture, the attempt to lose himself in anonymity at a bar because he wanted to avoid everything else.
It was also, admittedly, something of an image thing.
But whereas Steve was supposed to have a perfect memory, Logan's was far from it. His own past was a haze in his mind from injuries and attempts to heal over his emotional and mental injuries. The reference to the style of beer cans in World War II only called forth the barest of flickers of thoughts. He shook the man's hand, a strong grip, and gave a grunt in return greeting.] At least they got the beer to the lines. [Spoken like a man who had been there. He knew he was, if not all the details of it. But war was hell, and even more hellish without beer.] This stout's on tap, pretty good. First one's on me. [How generous. Don't get used to it, Steve.]