Logan had once run a bar back in the day, one of the odd slew of jobs he had taken in the extensive duration of his life. That hadnt lasted very long but while he had been working the counter he remembered enjoying it. A bar was a good place to work the nerves if one wasn't careful, though, and Logan had a short fuse to begin with. He had learned to keep his cool more now than he had, but he was still apt to blow if provoked or prodded enough.
"Good cause these are the best places."
Once they were inside Logan found them an empty couple of stools at the bar, after taking a moment to eject a couple of patrons from their seats, and he settled on to the cushion that seemed almost to groan under his weight.