Lᴜsᴜs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇʀɪɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ. Lᴏɢᴀɴ (ғʟᴜғғ)

Location: Bar & Logan's house (Wolverine origin)

Plot: You are in place of Kayla
and you meet Logan at a bar
where Logan lightens your
mood and takes you home
—

The bar was booming with music and atmosphere. You weren't one for drinking, you weren't an alcohol fan if you were honest but you enjoyed the setting with friends.

Being able to dance and do horrible karaoke, singing your heart out and dancing around until your feet hurt like hell. That was your kind of night.

You sat on one of the bar stools with just a glass of water in front of you as you waited for some of your friends to show up.

It was already forty minutes past the meet up time and you were the only one there.

You were in a denim zip up sleeveless shirt and low rise black flare jeans with slight tear in them with a black belt and basic slip on toe-peep black heels.

You had a small bag on your shoulder and your hair was down, curled out and away from your face.

It wasn't unusual for you to get hit on when you went out, so you were saying no to everyone left and right.

Until you weren't.

A man in a white tanktop with an open red plaid button up sat next to you, ordering a glass of whiskey.

He didn't bother looking at you, frankly he didn't seem to care.

He looked like he was here for a drink and only that.

You got a decent look at his face. His hair was out of his face, framing it perfectly. It stuck up on each side of his head, resembling wolf-like ears.

On his face he had a beard where it went up slightly near the corners of his mouth but not beneath his nose.

He appeared to also have a smudge or two of dirt on his face.

You saw him side eye you, raising an eyebrow slightly before the bartender brought him his glass; stealing his attention away from you.

You couldn't keep waiting around so you got up and walked near the jukebox where a couple of other women and a few men were dancing.

You slipped in a few quarters, selecting the song.

Be my baby, The Ronettes.

A woman squealed.

"I love this song!" She gushed.

You smiled at her.

"Karaoke duo?" You extended your hand.

She took it, swinging on to your side as the music began to play.

You started off, and she would do the next following lyric.

"The night we met I knew I needed you so—" You began as the woman carried on the next line.

"And if I had the chance id never let you go..."

"So won't you say you love me?" You sang softly.

"I'll make you so proud of me!" She smiled.

"We'll make them turn their heads every place we go."

And then the chorus began.

'So won't you, please? (Be my, be my baby)'

The song played even once karaoke was done.

It felt good for your soul to get up and sing instead of sitting in sorrow.