InsaneJournal

After the incident at the garage, the talk of alien invasion and being stuck, Logan had immediately headed out of town. Rather, he'd tried to. He didn't know what was going on with the place, but there had been no way out, and everywhere he'd gone had shown some evidence of snow. It hadn't stopped him though. He'd spent the next three days exploring every avenue of escape, and while he hadn't given up, he was taking a break from it.

He couldn't get drunk; he knew that much. But he could still drink. He had some money saved up and he figured if he took his time, there was every chance he might overhear something of interest in one of the fine drinking establishments in the city. Normally, he went for dive bars, more rural places, less populated ones. Places where people weren't inclined to look at each other because everyone was there to escape something.

Tonight though ... tonight he needed the crowds, the people, the babble and the chatter. He needed the population and their gossip to try to figure out what the hell was going on here. While he wanted to make it through the night unmolested, he didn't think he'd be left entirely alone. Not in a crowd. No matter what kind of gruff 'fuck off' vibes he gave off. Some people were inexplicably attracted to that, after all.

Nursing a beer, Logan listened. Nothing so far was catching his interest. Idle chatter. Laughter. Talking about mundane things. The weather. The freak snow storm that had recently given up the ghost. Work. Bosses. Jobs. Sex. Smokes. Drinks. Nothing of use yet. He probably just hadn't found the right conversation to tune into yet, that was all.

Lighting another of his cigars, he drew on it slowly before exhaling the smoke and tapping the ash into one of the many trays scattered on the bar top. He'd give this place a little longer then move on to another. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be right now.