Karr grunted when he hit the wall, his head bouncing off it hard enough to leave him seeing stars. Eh... a little swelling to the brain never hurt anyone, right? Not like Karr didn't have smarts to spare. Or something. He snorted down at Logan when the man started coming too, shaking his head, an action he quickly regretted, as it caused a deep ache. "Ya always were as emotional as a woman," he goaded. He liked Logan, he really did, the man just made it way too easy to take shots at him. At least that was how Karr looked at it. He looked enviously at the healed bullet hole and snorted. Damn. Why did he have to have short fucking claws and a slow-ass healing factor? Everything sucked.
Karr was crouched atop the bar with fifths in hand when Logan shouted at him. Sister? Oh fuck. She was what started all this? He looked back at the two strippers and rolled his eyes. He jumped off the bar, glass crunching under his boots. Probably a good thing he did not take them off for the fight, then. "Oh god," he rumbled. "Yer a stripper and gay? An' they say I got problems. She's fine, she can walk," he drawled out, tucking one bottle under his arm so he could unscrew the cap from the other and take a long drag. If he didn't get titties, he could at least get drunk. "So... do we get a show on tha way home?" He asked with a toothy grin as he capped the bottle again. He really was asking for it.