[Despite this guy's many unique qualities, it's the scent that makes Logan's eyes linger curiously and longer than usual. Definitely not human, but what? He doesn't know. Of course, he doesn't seem to mind either.
He considers his drink. Not a big talker this one. And this is the sort of conversation he's used to having with a nod of his head.]
Gonna finish this first.
Get yourself something if you want. If not... [He shrugs blithely.] Meet you in there.
[The strongest scents on his body are all easily identifiable. There's the smell of cheap booze that clings to him every time he enters a bar, and there's the scent of sweat that an equally cheap perfume or body spray attempts to cover up. Underneath it all is the scent of tiger, because Logan is seated next to the direct result of what would happen if humanity evolved from tigers instead of apes.
Fortunately, he's no relation to the sabertooth variety of said animal.
He's just a warrior from some other distant realm of space that's stuck in a bar, still drinking the cheapest tap on offer. He's not really sure which of them brought up the idea of a quick, dirty, no-strings-attached fuck in the bathroom, but he really doesn't care. It sounds great!]
I'll wait with you. The last time someone told me to go ahead, someone else came in after me and caught me, uh. Getting ready.
[It's more strategically sound if they can lock the door behind them, embarrassing story aside. To that end, his tail gives an idle swish as he lifts his own drink back to his lips. His drink could taste like paint thinner and he'd still finish it.]
[He chuckles dryly at that, because he is the kind of guy to take some amusement in misfortune. Given the nature of their arrangement it also illuminates questions.]
S'not often the folks I find in places like this care about that sorta thing— getting caught.
[With his beer gone he thumbs through his wallet with nothing in it but cash and leaves a few bills on the bar.]
[Cyuss doesn't think it's funny, but that's because he's still salty about it. One minute, you're getting ready for a good time, and the next some geezer has come in to use the restroom for its more intended use.]
I don't mind getting caught with someone else, that's just a good time. Alone? It just makes me look like some creep.
[He turns away from his own drink to size this guy up again, looking him up and down. Attractive, yeah, but clearly older than him by more than a decade.]
I'm usually a few more drinks in when I do, but I'm not complainin'. I clearly haven't done this as many times as you have, but maybe I'll get there.
[He could elaborate. Or he could place his own bills on the counter and stand from his stool, heading off to the bathroom. Getting right to it is a lot more appealing.]
[Poor kid. Just for the series of unfortunate events, but the picture he paints of himself —alone— only amuses Logan further. Is he like Parker, or does this guy not even know he's funny? The smirk he almost shook off comes back even more than before. Ah, to be young again.]
I'm getting that impression...
[He sling his arm around the guy like he's pulling him into a huddle.]
Here's a good rule of thumb. For next time. You get an offer you want? You go in first, bub. Nobody's looking to tip off the bartender.
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[Despite this guy's many unique qualities, it's the scent that makes Logan's eyes linger curiously and longer than usual. Definitely not human, but what? He doesn't know. Of course, he doesn't seem to mind either.
He considers his drink. Not a big talker this one. And this is the sort of conversation he's used to having with a nod of his head.]
Gonna finish this first.
Get yourself something if you want. If not... [He shrugs blithely.] Meet you in there.
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Fortunately, he's no relation to the sabertooth variety of said animal.
He's just a warrior from some other distant realm of space that's stuck in a bar, still drinking the cheapest tap on offer. He's not really sure which of them brought up the idea of a quick, dirty, no-strings-attached fuck in the bathroom, but he really doesn't care. It sounds great!]
I'll wait with you. The last time someone told me to go ahead, someone else came in after me and caught me, uh. Getting ready.
[It's more strategically sound if they can lock the door behind them, embarrassing story aside. To that end, his tail gives an idle swish as he lifts his own drink back to his lips. His drink could taste like paint thinner and he'd still finish it.]
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S'not often the folks I find in places like this care about that sorta thing— getting caught.
[With his beer gone he thumbs through his wallet with nothing in it but cash and leaves a few bills on the bar.]
You don't do this sorta thing a ton, do you?
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I don't mind getting caught with someone else, that's just a good time. Alone? It just makes me look like some creep.
[He turns away from his own drink to size this guy up again, looking him up and down. Attractive, yeah, but clearly older than him by more than a decade.]
I'm usually a few more drinks in when I do, but I'm not complainin'. I clearly haven't done this as many times as you have, but maybe I'll get there.
[He could elaborate. Or he could place his own bills on the counter and stand from his stool, heading off to the bathroom. Getting right to it is a lot more appealing.]
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I'm getting that impression...
[He sling his arm around the guy like he's pulling him into a huddle.]
Here's a good rule of thumb. For next time. You get an offer you want? You go in first, bub. Nobody's looking to tip off the bartender.