Who: Navi and Logan What: A date! When: After this thread, before the plot. Where: Dive bar. Warnings: Potty language, PG-13.
Logan took his bike to the address Navi had given him, since it wasn’t like he had another vehicle anymore. Plus, it looked impressive and he could show off, and sometimes it felt nice to show off. Bucket helmet, harley and all.The bike rumbled loudly as he pulled up to the curb.
Navi’d put on a cute dress and heels. It had been years since someone had asked her out for any reason, and even though a date was a pretty casual thing, she wanted to impress. But he was the one who ended up impressing her with his Harley.
“Oh, she’s gorgeous,” she beamed, trotting over from the stoop of her adorable three-storey Victorian house. It’d been in the family since the 20s.
The house was nice, and Logan gave it a cursory look before turning his attention to the cute woman. “Yeah, she is. I think you’d look real good on her.”
Laughing, Navi moved to swing her leg onto the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I can tell you do this a lot, Mister Smooth. Just be sure to remember my name is Navi when we unf later, okay?”
Well, that answered that question. Except he really hoped she didn’t keep calling it ‘unf’, because he wasn’t sure he could at all take that seriously. But she was old enough to drink, so he was safe. He revved the engine. “That ain’t gonna be a problem.”
“You’re good with names?” Navi couldn’t help tickling his sides gently, teasing him about being a ladykiller. She didn’t know for sure that he was, but she had a sixth sense about these things. Any guy who was smooth enough to ask her for a drink after talking online briefly was smooth enough to seal the deal.
“Photographic memory,” he explained. His voice took on a suggestive edge. “Mean’s I’m real good at learnin’.” Every woman was different. Enough similarities to get started, but the fun part was figuring out the differences.
“I already said I’m gonna let you shag me, you don’t have to impress me! Oooh, you’re warm.” She nuzzled into his back, sighing contentedly. “It’s been a month, I’m pent up as it is! Not since I last drank, since I last got to be naked with someone.”
“How does a girl like you go a month without gettin’ laid?” Logan settled into cruising speed, which was a leisurely five above the speed limit. Place he had in mind served some of the best whiskey in town. It also had a pretty clean restroom. For reasons.
“Work? And what kind of girl am I?” Navi always wondered what guys meant when they said that sort of thing. Did that mean they thought she was easy?
“A really attractive one, who if she wants to get laid can probably have any man she wants. Or woman,” he replied. Not that she was easy, but that she probably had her pick of people to choose from.
“Please, I’m not that pretty.” Even though they were driving fast, she still tickled his sides. He didn’t seem like the ticklish type, and she didn’t think they’d wreck just because of that. “But thank you for saying so!”
Logan snorted, and that was about as much of a laugh as she’d get out of him in public. He pulled up to the pub, and it wasn’t too seedy looking. Just seedy enough, really, for atmosphere. He had worse places he liked to go, but since he was taking a woman he went with the place that was somewhat less dirty.
“Ooooh, this looks nice!” Navi usually went to divey-er dive bars, but this would do. She hopped off of his bike without worrying too much about modesty, readjusting her skirt once both feet were back on the ground.
Well. That was a nice view. Logan smirked as he got off his bike. “They serve the good shit. Got a couple brands straight from Scotland and Ireland, too.” Sometimes it was best to go to the source. “And an underground Vodka that’ll knock you on your ass.” Just don’t try the tequila, it made him buzzed.
Her eyes went wide, and she bounced a little. “Oh oh oh vodka! I wanna try it!” She all but tugged him into the bar, waving at the bartender. She found that when she was nice to bartenders, they were nicer and more prompt to give her service.
“Just try at least one shot of the whiskey.” It was the reason that they’d come here. Belatedly, Logan realized he might not actually get laid if she got completely shit faced.
“Oh, can we get both?” Navi beamed at him before leaning over the bar. “Two shots of the most expensive whiskey and vodka you have, neat, and if I see you putting water in the whiskey I will pout.”
“She’ll pout, and I’ll hit you,” Logan threatened. “Spend time in England? They don’t even do ice over there.”
“That sounds so nice,” Navi sighed. She smiled at Logan and leaned against the bar. “I’ve never left California. I dream about this cool forest, but that’s about it. You’ve been to England?”
“Plenty of times.” Logan led her over to a booth and plopped down. “Never for very long, but I know some folks there. Been around the world. Europe, Japan, Russia, South Africa…”
Navi lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. “Are you a hitman? Ooooh, I bet you’re a sexy assassin!” She was teasing, but she really did wonder how he got so lucky to travel so much.
“While I was in the army, I haven’t killed anyone lately,” He assured her. “Spent a lot of time just traveling, finding ways to make ends meet. Itchy feet.”
“Oh, my grampa was a Marine before he got the family business.” She smiled crookedly, patting his hand. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna judge you or something for stabbing anyone. Heck, in my dreams I train a hero on how to do stabbings.” Lighthearted fighting talk - Navi had no idea it was probably weird.
Logan snerked, popped a claw, and then resheathed it. “Stabbings happen, but mostly in my dreams. Who do you dream you are?”
Navi’s blue eyes widened, and she reached out to take his hand once the claw was gone. “That must hurt, but you heal up afterward and how do you not have some sort of metal toxcisity your body must acclimate to it with the healing oh my god you must have the metabolism of a hummingbird because of your white blood cells I dream I’m a fairy that trains the Hero of Time.” Yes. It came out in one breath.
Feeling dizzy, Logan picked up his drink to knock some back befor replying. “Nailed it in one. So you’re a fairy?” A moment passed, and then he added. “Tell me you don’t do psychedelic pixie dust.”
“I dream of being one. It’s dreams, but it doesn’t like ... “ Her mind was moving at a quick clip. Zellie had pointy ears and this guy had claws. What if she did get tiny? “I hope I don’t go little. Like, permanently? And nope. Pixie dust yes, but it’s just glittery.”
“Knew a girl who did the dust thing. She was a mutant like me. Spent one afternoon trying to kill unicorns that weren’t there.” Logan wrinkled his nose. Fucking unicorns.
That made Navi giggle. “She made you do that? You don’t seem like a unicorns guy. Oh, man, were they Lisa Frank unicorns?” Navi’s nose wrinkled as she tried not to laugh harder.
“Who the fuck is Lisa Frank?” Logan rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “She called herself Pixie. We tend to give ourselves codenames based on our powers.”
“Lisa Frank made gross binders for girls back in the day. Looks like unicorns plus acid on stationary.” She beamed when the bartender finally delivered their drinks. She took the vodka like a shot even though it was in a regular glass. “Please tell me your code name is Ginsu.”
“That sounds horrific,” Logan said, expression 100% serious. “I’d burn a place down for that.” His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as she took a ‘shot’. “I’m the Wolverine.”
“There’s more than one wolverine. Oh, wait, that’s your code name?” She took the whisky in hand and sipped it, making a happy noise. “Tenacious, stout, and furry. I can see it. Do you make that cute hissy noise when you see stuff you don’t like?”
“Only at really bad beer or Scott Summers,” Logan retorted.
“Who?” Navi continued sipping her whisky, cocking her head to the side. “Bad breakup?”
Logan nearly choke on his drink. “Fuck no. Personality clash most of the time. And a woman in the middle that was better than either of us.”
“Then why didn’t she just choose someone better than you?” Navi blinked. “I mean, in the unlikely case you’re both super sweet, super hung, and totally skilled, maaaaaaybe I can see being in the middle of a feud. But otherwise, they’ve just never seemed like the trouble.”
He and Scott sometimes managed to get along, and part of Logan missed those days. He shrugged his shoulders. “She picked him, he fucked up, then she died again anyway before they could try to repair things.” And no, Scott hadn’t deserved her, but she’d come and gone so often that it was hard to maintain the same level of emotion for the woman.
“Died again?” Navi blinked.
“She’s died and come back four or five times.” Logan scratched his jaw and shrugged. “Started to lose count really. Fuck, her gravestone is marked ‘she will rise again.’”
Navi just shook her head. “Have you ever thought about finding someone less... dunno, mortal? Someone just normal and nice?” She wasn’t even talking about herself here.
Logan laughed. He had a taste for high class women, including actual weather goddesses. “You can’t always control the heart, even when you want to.”
“So that’s a no, then. Well, Logan, here’s to following our hearts, even when they’re kind of stupid.” She lifted her glass of scotch to toast him before draining the rest of it easily.
Logan toasted her back. There were two types of women he liked. The classy ones, and then the real down to earth ones. Navi definitely seemed like option #2 there.