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Logan	Harry's Hideaway doesn't always turn a brisk business. It's not one of those places that gets too much foot traffic considering the lack of advertising. There's just the sign outside, and the declaration that the place is indeed a bar. Heck Harry got cheesed off at the government highway representative and kicked him out when they wanted to list Harry's on the interstate sign under the Food part of Gas-Food-Lodging.     But all that's to the best, since a good part of the staff from the nearby Xavier's school don't entirely want a lot of attention. Especially this time of day that some would call 'Happy' hour, when really it's just the slowest part of the day. Though, one good part about it, half-price wings.     Which is why the man known as Logan is partially sprawled to the side at the end of the bar. In front of him is a plate with nothing on it but the mayhem and remains of twenty some buffalo wings that had met an ill fate. He's still got his beer though and in front of him is the New York Post opened to the sports section as he peruses...     All while smoking a cigar. Sure it's technically illegal, but this time of day right now it's just Harry and Logan. And Sheila though she's in back chopping potatoes for later on tonight.
Karen Starr	Karen had a rough day. She didn't want to drink at her local places and had found herself just flying around for a few hours after she took the afternoon off from work. Worse? She wasn't even in her costume. Thankfully she was high up so it was unlikely anyone was going to notice. She finally opted to go find a place to drink and headed for the ground below. This wasn't Metropolis. Or New York City. Where was she anyway? Yet she saw a sign for a bar in the distance. Harry's. That would work. Off the beaten path a bit. She made sure no one was around then landed out back before walking around the front. In the door she came, pausing to let her eyes adjust. Well, that's what it would look like to anyone as she blinked a few times and looked around the room. She was wearing a pair of dress pants, flat pumps on her feet, both in a navy blue. Her shirt was a white button up, tucked into the pants. She had left her labcoat back at work at least. She finger combed her hair into place as she headed up to the bar, taking a seat with her back to the door and giving Harry a smile. "Can I get a bottle of whiskey? Surprise me with the brand."
Logan	Before she entered her senses would catch the sound of a conversation. A mild one, brief and perhaps one-sided as she heard a gravelly voice that lifted and murmurs, "Can you believe this? Leafs 5-1 over Canadiens." There was the sound of rustling paper as a page was turned followed by another voice raising just loud enough to grunt non-committally.     "Lost a good sawbuck on that. And won't hear the end of it from Kurt." Which is likely an exaggeration, even if the fuzzy elf remembered that such an event as the NHL playoffs were going on, let alone for him to give Logan a hard time.     But then the door opened and the woman in the business casual gear enters, able to give the place a sweep with her gaze and to see the man. And the man. And the woman in back with her x-ray vision most likely. Harry's all smiles, "What can I get you, darlin'?"     Only for her to tell him outright and it's enough to get him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. So he leans down and under the bar, only to hear Logan click his tongue. "Tch, don't give her the cheap stuff."     There's a moment when Logan looks her way and gives a slight half-smile, nostrils flaring for a moment as he takes a breath. Then he looks back to Harry, "She's from the city." He informs the bar owner.     Which causes Harry to chuckle and he does indeed turn away to get some of the good stuff.
Karen Starr	As Harry gets caught by the guy at the bar, Karen glances his direction then back to the bartender. "I would've thought being from the city, you would've gone for the most expensive stuff first. Take advantage of the opening. Yet you didn't go for profit. Not sure if I should be insulted or complimented." Her tone is good natured and she doesn't seem bothered either way. Whiskey was whiskey at this point. Sadly, it wasn't likely to do anything to her. As the glass and the bottle were set before her, she glanced over to Logan again. "You want to join me since you managed to get the good stuff?" Depending on his answer, she would ask Harry to get another glass for Logan if he opted in. Harry had poured her first one for her but the bottle was there for when she wanted to top it off again.
Logan	There's a moment where Logan looks up from his newspaper, cigar in the corner of his mouth with a slim tendril of smoke wending its way upwards. He gives her a side-eye then looks down at the bottle before her. Then back up to her eyes. She was pretty, and definitely had a hint of the city to her, but also something else. That sterile scent that smelled of hospitals. Or labs.     "Sure." He finally says as he closes the newspaper with a papery rustle and then pushes it across the counter towards Harry to let him toss it or read it as he pleases. Harry decides on the latter.     A second shot glass is set upon the bar with a soft clink then Logan turns to face her more directly as he gives a nod. "Don't suppose you like hockey?" He asks with a tone to the words that likely mean he's expecting a no. And once she finishes pouring him one he'll take it up, hold it, then ask her another question. "Are we drinking to somethin' or away from somethin'?"
Karen Starr	He was pretty astute. Karen's smile was wry. "Away from something." She lifted her glass into the air, a mock toast, then quickly drank it down. She did make a bit of a face after. It had quite the bite to it. Shaking her head, she immediately reached for the bottle and filled her own glass again then offered the bottle to him if he wanted to do the same. "I had put in for a promotion at work. Someone else got it. Someone I /trained/ when she joined the company two years ago." There was something else more important though and she considered him closely. "How'd you call me as being from the city?"
Logan	"Mmm," Logan says in understanding at that particular series of unfortunate events. He gestures with a wave of one hand for her to give him a refill even as he leans sideways against the bar. His blue eyes meet her gaze as he murmurs, "Sounds like either ya haven't made enough friends or made too many enemies." At least from his point of view. Then again Logan ain't exactly an expert in office politics.     There's a look as he considers something as he lifts the shot glass and keeps pace with her drink for drink, though his features don't show any impact from the booze, as if he's used to that sort of thing or harder fairly well. But he doesn't give voice to whatever causes that thought.     Instead it's when she asks that question and he heaves a small 'heh' as he rubs two fingers along his chin and the hint of stubble near his beard. "You have that look, like the Billy Joel song." As to which one he doesn't elaborate though if she knows the composer she probably can figure it out.
Karen Starr	"People around here don't do business casual?" Karen asked curiously, glancing down at her attire and wondering what set it apart from anyone else. Not that it mattered. Maybe he just had made a good guess. She wasn't even counting the shots. Just once the glass was empty, she would fill it again. Though she didn't just down' her fourth one immediately, considering his analysis. "I don't have enemies there. Pretty well liked. Hard worker, if I do say so myself. However, I don't kiss up to management and other people do." Her face scrunched up in obvious annoyance. "Like the one that got the promotion. I just don't have it in me to blow smoke up someone's ass to make them feel better about themselves." She pulled out her phone and touched a thumb to it so it sprang to life. "What was that name? Billy Joel?" She typed in a search since, being only seven years old, her education on such things was limited.
Logan	"That might well be it then," Logan offers in way of insight as he holds off on the next drink, letting it go as he doesn't really need anymore at the moment. He has enough to have that momentary warm fuzz of a buzz that lasts only a minute or so for him if he does exactly that whole thing, drinking a few shots in rapid succession.     "Well," Logan says as he folds his arms over his broad chest, his t-shirt bunching at the arms for a moment as he chews on his cigar for a bit, then pulls it free and stabs it into the nearby ashtray. "If yer not willin' ta play the game, then only chance you have in gettin' ahead is if you decide to be the one who gets the smoke blown up their ass. Any likelihood of you bein' able to go solo from..." He tilts his head and might have some insight into what she does just from that scent that clings near to her. "Whatever it is you do?"     That said he leaves his cigar in the ashtray, what's left of it, and grabs a few of the salted peanuts from the bar, crunching on a few as he considers. "Billy Joel." He finally tells her.
Karen Starr	"I work at S.T.A.R. labs," Karen says absently as she finds that name and switches over to a music app. "Research scientist. Various projects." As he mentions the idea of being her own boss, that draws her attention back up, blue eyes focused on him fully. "That...is something I've wondered about. Starting my own lab. But hard to compete with the big ones." She bites her bottom lip as she thinks about it then seems to notice the shot on the bar. She tilts it back and she pushes a button on her app. Uptown Girl begins to play. "This one maybe? Going by titles it was my best guess for a city girl."
Logan	"Yah, pretty much." Logan says as he leans forward and looks over the back of her cell-phone, quirking an eyebrow to see if she's watching the video of little Billy Joel dancing around in his mechanic digs. Very 80s. A small chuckle comes from him as he looks up and for a moment his lips curl wry. "You need ta get outta that lab more often." As he says that he pushes away from the bar and reaches for the leather jacket that had been hanging on the back of one of the nearby chairs around a table.     Starting to pull it on he pushes one arm through the sleeve, shakes it a little, then pushes the other through the other sleeve as well. "I don't know what all goes inta lab work, but if that's your thing then maybe look for another one. Since I'm told when that sort of thing happens it means you're not going to go anywhere in that job."     He adjusts the hang of his jacket, pushes a hand through that wild mane of his hair, then gives her a nod. "Then again what the hall do I know?"
Karen Starr	She was more listening to the music, not really paying attention to the video since that would be kind of rude in a conversation. Later? She probably would be giggling a bit if she revisited it. As he rose, Karen had to nod. "Well, I'm not sure what you know but you're right about that. If I'm alreay being overlooked, I likely will continue to be. So either find another lab or see about getting my own. Have to do some resarch, see what that would entail." She picked up that shot she hadn't taken yet, another air toast his direction. "To good advice. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Mr...?" She left it hanging since he hand't given his name. Come to think of it, neither had she. "I'm Karen. Karen Starr."
Logan	She'll see him patting the pockets of his jeans, frowning to himself until he finds the clink of keys in one of them. Producing it he swings them around to catch them in the palm of his hand, then nods to her. "Likewise."     But then he seems to hesitate as she offers her name. She might even be able to see the way his features remain somewhat withdrawn even as he considers what to tell her. Until finally he gives a nod, "Logan." A glance is given to Harry, then back to her. "Around here they know me as Logan."     Which, for whatever reason, has Harry smirking.     "Come by some other time, Ms. Starr. I'd be curious to hear how things work out." He meets her gaze and nods a little as if thinking that's a good idea. Another nod then he's turning away while offering a wave over one shoulder.     "Catch you later."