It wasn't uncommon for Logan to remain unmoving from the place he had claimed when it was at the counter of a bar. The gym needed no work today, and Giselle needed time to herself to do whatever it was that she did. Even if that meant she was hanging out with his former team mate and fellow Avenger. Logan knew he had no right to stop her from being friends with anyone, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
And that didn't mean he couldn't drink it away. Not that he could get drunk, but the action itself was comforting. So that meant that despite the length of time he sat occupying the barstool, he wouldn't become intoxicated like the rest of the people around him.
A fat, stout cigar sat planted in the corner of his lips. Once in a while smoke would drift from it. Next to an arm sat a nearly empty glass of something amber in color, probably a whiskey or a bourbon knowing him. He had been there a length of time for the bartender to know to refill it without Logan even having to ask. The service here was exceptional. At least, in his opinion.
The bar itself was near empty. Many that came to do day drinking tended to be avoiding problems like work, or being unemployed, a situation at home that they're ducking...after all, it was only Wednesday and the middle of the week day was no cause for celebration. Logan was none of the people that drifted in and out through the doors. He wasn't special by any length of a measure but he was not like any of the rest.