Owner	Pose
Lorna Dane	As evening draws near, it seems there is to be a show tonight. Which means people are slowing piling into the club, and seats are rapidly filling up. Judging by the abundance of leather jackets, chains and fishnet tights and of course neon hair, looks like some sort of punk themed dance night. According to the posters brightly displayed on the walks, there will be live bands playing tonight although it's still early enough to grab a spot. As for Lorna, well sometime between arriving here all jetlagged and hoping to grab a bit to eat and getting side tracked by a lengthy reunion and chat with Storm earlier, she had fallen asleep and lost track of time. Now she looks a bit flustered as she searches for wherever the heck she misplaced her purse, hopefully one of those punks didn't steal it.. Though to be fair, dressed in a silver mesh shirt, dark green pants and a black leather jacket, with the emerald green hair Lorna looks pretty pinkish herself..
Logan	Logan's at the bar in the club. Why? Because if Logan thinks the drinks are decently priced, have a variety or any combination of thngs. And this place wound up on his radar. So, while people are getting lost n the noise, Logan's getting lost in a drink. Well, metaphorically speaking. While Logan likes alcohol, the burn makes him feel alive, but the healing facot just makes it a brief moment. it's how he can get so many drinks deep. He's just chasing that fleeting sensation. Ocean blue eyes look toward the crowd and he sees people moving about, ncluding Lorna. She won't get a nod, becuse they passed each other more often than not. However, that was it. Maybe tonight that would change.
Lorna Dane	When you have brilliant green hair, it's hard not to be noticed. As Lorna scans the club, she does notice a familiar face sitting at the bar and so she strides towards him, looking a bit anxious. "Hey..Logan. Have you seen my purse? It's green studded leather, about this big.." she glances around, wondering how many other Xmen might pop out of the woodwork tonight.
Logan	"What did it look like?" he asks with a curious glance. His gaze stays on the green haired woman. "Where was the last place ya remember havin' it? Might be best if you run through where ya went after wit' me or somethin'," Logan says spitballing ideas of how to help in this situation. He wasn't exactly paying attention to Lorna's purse. Although, he would help if able.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane hmms, tapping her chin, "Well, it was at my table, some short, skinny kid with a blue mowhawk came up to my booth, asking for an extra salt and pepper shaker. I remember leaning over the table as it fell on the floor and when I looked up he had left. I didn't think much of it but then I got sleepy and had a little nap..Then woke up later to find it missing." She smirks and nods to him, "Good to see you again by. the way, are you here alone?"
Logan	"Good to see ya too, Green," Logan nods at her for a moment then he keeps his gaze toward the table she was at, if she points it out. "So, we're lookin' fer someone wit' blue hair?" he asks thinking that's where she thnks the trail goes to. There's another pause, "Were ya drugged?" he asks with obvious concern as he gets more of the details.
Lorna Dane	Lorna Dane smirks and nods, peering around. "Yeah but..There are a lot of people around here with blue hair. Blue mowhawk? Not so much.." she sighs and shakes her head, rubbing the back of her neck, "Nah, just majorly jetlagged after doing a job in the far north, just trying to get back into the swing of things. Probably should have headed home sooner, I was only out for a few minutes...." of course, even as she talks she Eros up, seeing a blue mowhawk headed towards the mens washroom. "Hey, did you see that?"
Logan	"You sure?" Logan's ready to do the stabbing thing on principle now. His gaze scans the crowd for a moment. Then he pauses for a moment. "Yep." Logan starts to make his way through the crowd. It might take a bit, but his goal is to make it to that men's restroom. His eyes focused n that door as best as possible. Last thng he wants is to lose sight of the target.