I look up from swiping down the place with my white dishrag. Flinging the thing over my shoulder, I put my hands down flat on my bar. "What can I do for ya'?"
He tosses a crumpled five down and mumbles, "the usual." Now, about a months ago, I wouldn't have known what 'the usual' was, 'cause this guy just started comin' around here for his brews, but since then it's been about every other night, and now I know the usual is a Coors, no mug, straight from the bottle: a man's man I suppose. He isn't exactly a lady-killer, but I'll bet he's had his share of women. He's got that wild, bad-boy, loner thing some girls go for, I guess.
He's never told me his name is Logan but I'm pretty sure it is. I know that 'cause one time he brought a pretty lil thing in here and I overheard her say his name once or twice. She's a real sweet thing, lives with him up there in that Xavier Mansion with the rest of them. They're mutants, I'm pretty sure, but that don't bother me none. Money is money and they pay all right, don't start too many fights, except of course for this little charmer here, and leave. One thing I can say, though, the women are beautiful- that's for sure.
I hand him his beer then go to drying some whiskey glasses. I leave the five there; when he's drank his five dollars worth of brew- and he will- I'll just take it up then.
I'm pretty sure I've met all of them that live up there at that Xavier's place. Let's see, there's the Cajun that comes in every once in a while and usually buys a Mary, "extra tomato juice." I raised my eyebrows and shot in an extra teaspoon. Yuck, but it's your dollar, pal. He's a real card. You know the type: always comes in alone, never leaves alone- not ever. I think even once he piled two girls on the back of that Harley of his one Saturday night. I gotta chuckle at that kid; he's a trip.
Then there are the brothers, Warren and Bobby. I definitely know their names because they flat out told me the first afternoon they stopped in. Introduced themselves real polite, good kids, rich, Daddy probably takes good care of them. Both blonde and have that all-American look going for them. Sometimes they just come in and talk each other's ears off, or score a date, they even come in now and again and watch the game with a couple of other buddies. I can't hardly remember which is which, but the taller blonde gets the martini (yep, believe it or not, I serve them,) and the younger usually just settles for a Bud.
Sometimes, the Southern star that I saw with Logan comes in and kicks back a bit. She's a real charmer, that one. I don't think she and Logan are an item, just real good friends, not that I'm one for gossip. Heh, and damned if she don't play hard to get. I've seen that Cajun friend of hers try and lay a move or two on her and she'll tell him where he can put it, sometimes downright mean. It only makes him come back twice as strong, though, and damned if she don't know it. She's usually wearin' some short shorts or low shirts, you know, something that'll make a man look, and we all look, but she's a real sweet girl. Of course, Southern Comforts for her.
The only one that doesn't come in often is that Aurora woman. I know I'm saying it wrong but I can't for the life of me remember how to pronounce it. I never forget a face though, especially not one like that. Whew, talk about your beautiful. The only black woman I've ever seen with white hair but holy Christ she just takes your breath away. She's a real looker, like the rest of them, and like Dixie, she's not afraid of showing skin neither. I can only remember seeing her twice but I remember one time she wore a dress that left little to the imagination. She'd been alone, none of the others were here, and she just kinda went up to the jukebox and sort of swayed to the music. She must have had a million guys ask her to dance, and she said yes to some, no to some. I heard her talk and she had kind of like an accent, from Africa maybe. It was real nice, whatever it was. Pina Colada.
Then there's the redhead, beautiful as they come and with a head of hair that makes a man beg for mercy. She's been in a couple of times, usually for lunch or a quick drink on a date. One time she came in around midnight, I was just about to close up but I decided to hold off for a while, and she just plopped into that bar seat Logan is sitting in and ordered a Whiskey Sour, banging her hand unceremoniously on the table and told me she didn't want to see the bottom of that glass. She drank one and a half rounds. But you had to smile because she was real adorable, sitting there and getting drunk for the first time in who knows how long. Unlike the southerner, this one dates on and off. I see her with a different guy every once in a while, but I guess they're just whatevers because I've never seen her with a man twice. That's too bad Dixie don't date much, pretty as that woman is. But come to think of it, she's got a kind of sad air around her, like she's recovering from a broken heart or something. It's just too bad.
And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Scott Summers. I think her name is Wanda. They make a nice little couple; he pulls out chairs and opens doors, she cuddles up and giggles real sweet. I knew a girl like her in high school, they both had long, curly auburn hair and long, chestnut eyelashes that if batted just right, could make a man go weak. They've lived at the Xavier place for a couple of years now and they've been coming to my joint for a while- usually just sliding into the corner booth and eating a good meal but every blue moon they get crazy and park it at the bar. He's tall and you can just tell he's real smart in the head if you know what I mean. He wears these red glasses all the time and I don't know why but I think it has something to do with being a mutant. I wonder how he's holding up with all these gorgeous women moving in with him. It makes me chuckle. No way, him and Wanda have been together forever, since they were kids.
Logan grunts his thanks and gets up to leave. He left a dollar tip out of the five. I pick it up and ring it in, then grab his bottles and toss them in the can. I whip my rag off my shoulder and resume wiping down my bar.
Yeah, that Xavier crowd. It must be a trip living there.
OKAY!!!!
This is kinda NOT and AU. It's got the basic idea of the X-Men and such, but people are a tad different in background and professions. (Wanda is a Marvel character; she's not mine. The Scarlet Witch is her codename. If you don't know about her, find out!) I'm going to do a little twist on the original Marvel storylines, but everything will still be loosely based on the originals. I thought it was about time to do one. Know what inspired me? Someone called Remy 'Gambit' and I was like, "Whoa! Gambit! I haven't heard that in forever!" Hope you like! Tell me if you do! Hell, tell me if you don't! REVIEW!
Oh and don't fret. Only this chapter will be in Harry's POV.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. It's all Marvels.
He tosses a crumpled five down and mumbles, "the usual." Now, about a months ago, I wouldn't have known what 'the usual' was, 'cause this guy just started comin' around here for his brews, but since then it's been about every other night, and now I know the usual is a Coors, no mug, straight from the bottle: a man's man I suppose. He isn't exactly a lady-killer, but I'll bet he's had his share of women. He's got that wild, bad-boy, loner thing some girls go for, I guess.
He's never told me his name is Logan but I'm pretty sure it is. I know that 'cause one time he brought a pretty lil thing in here and I overheard her say his name once or twice. She's a real sweet thing, lives with him up there in that Xavier Mansion with the rest of them. They're mutants, I'm pretty sure, but that don't bother me none. Money is money and they pay all right, don't start too many fights, except of course for this little charmer here, and leave. One thing I can say, though, the women are beautiful- that's for sure.
I hand him his beer then go to drying some whiskey glasses. I leave the five there; when he's drank his five dollars worth of brew- and he will- I'll just take it up then.
I'm pretty sure I've met all of them that live up there at that Xavier's place. Let's see, there's the Cajun that comes in every once in a while and usually buys a Mary, "extra tomato juice." I raised my eyebrows and shot in an extra teaspoon. Yuck, but it's your dollar, pal. He's a real card. You know the type: always comes in alone, never leaves alone- not ever. I think even once he piled two girls on the back of that Harley of his one Saturday night. I gotta chuckle at that kid; he's a trip.
Then there are the brothers, Warren and Bobby. I definitely know their names because they flat out told me the first afternoon they stopped in. Introduced themselves real polite, good kids, rich, Daddy probably takes good care of them. Both blonde and have that all-American look going for them. Sometimes they just come in and talk each other's ears off, or score a date, they even come in now and again and watch the game with a couple of other buddies. I can't hardly remember which is which, but the taller blonde gets the martini (yep, believe it or not, I serve them,) and the younger usually just settles for a Bud.
Sometimes, the Southern star that I saw with Logan comes in and kicks back a bit. She's a real charmer, that one. I don't think she and Logan are an item, just real good friends, not that I'm one for gossip. Heh, and damned if she don't play hard to get. I've seen that Cajun friend of hers try and lay a move or two on her and she'll tell him where he can put it, sometimes downright mean. It only makes him come back twice as strong, though, and damned if she don't know it. She's usually wearin' some short shorts or low shirts, you know, something that'll make a man look, and we all look, but she's a real sweet girl. Of course, Southern Comforts for her.
The only one that doesn't come in often is that Aurora woman. I know I'm saying it wrong but I can't for the life of me remember how to pronounce it. I never forget a face though, especially not one like that. Whew, talk about your beautiful. The only black woman I've ever seen with white hair but holy Christ she just takes your breath away. She's a real looker, like the rest of them, and like Dixie, she's not afraid of showing skin neither. I can only remember seeing her twice but I remember one time she wore a dress that left little to the imagination. She'd been alone, none of the others were here, and she just kinda went up to the jukebox and sort of swayed to the music. She must have had a million guys ask her to dance, and she said yes to some, no to some. I heard her talk and she had kind of like an accent, from Africa maybe. It was real nice, whatever it was. Pina Colada.
Then there's the redhead, beautiful as they come and with a head of hair that makes a man beg for mercy. She's been in a couple of times, usually for lunch or a quick drink on a date. One time she came in around midnight, I was just about to close up but I decided to hold off for a while, and she just plopped into that bar seat Logan is sitting in and ordered a Whiskey Sour, banging her hand unceremoniously on the table and told me she didn't want to see the bottom of that glass. She drank one and a half rounds. But you had to smile because she was real adorable, sitting there and getting drunk for the first time in who knows how long. Unlike the southerner, this one dates on and off. I see her with a different guy every once in a while, but I guess they're just whatevers because I've never seen her with a man twice. That's too bad Dixie don't date much, pretty as that woman is. But come to think of it, she's got a kind of sad air around her, like she's recovering from a broken heart or something. It's just too bad.
And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Scott Summers. I think her name is Wanda. They make a nice little couple; he pulls out chairs and opens doors, she cuddles up and giggles real sweet. I knew a girl like her in high school, they both had long, curly auburn hair and long, chestnut eyelashes that if batted just right, could make a man go weak. They've lived at the Xavier place for a couple of years now and they've been coming to my joint for a while- usually just sliding into the corner booth and eating a good meal but every blue moon they get crazy and park it at the bar. He's tall and you can just tell he's real smart in the head if you know what I mean. He wears these red glasses all the time and I don't know why but I think it has something to do with being a mutant. I wonder how he's holding up with all these gorgeous women moving in with him. It makes me chuckle. No way, him and Wanda have been together forever, since they were kids.
Logan grunts his thanks and gets up to leave. He left a dollar tip out of the five. I pick it up and ring it in, then grab his bottles and toss them in the can. I whip my rag off my shoulder and resume wiping down my bar.
Yeah, that Xavier crowd. It must be a trip living there.
OKAY!!!!
This is kinda NOT and AU. It's got the basic idea of the X-Men and such, but people are a tad different in background and professions. (Wanda is a Marvel character; she's not mine. The Scarlet Witch is her codename. If you don't know about her, find out!) I'm going to do a little twist on the original Marvel storylines, but everything will still be loosely based on the originals. I thought it was about time to do one. Know what inspired me? Someone called Remy 'Gambit' and I was like, "Whoa! Gambit! I haven't heard that in forever!" Hope you like! Tell me if you do! Hell, tell me if you don't! REVIEW!
Oh and don't fret. Only this chapter will be in Harry's POV.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. It's all Marvels.