Logan and I stood at Vanessa's door, a quiet tension between us as we waited. I could feel the anticipation buzzing in the air, both of us unsure of what the evening might bring. Logan, with his usual calm demeanor, glanced at me, his eyes giving nothing away, while I fiddled with the strap of my purse, trying to keep my own thoughts in check.
After a moment, the door swung open, revealing Vanessa with a bright, welcoming smile. "Hey, you two! Come on in," she greeted, stepping aside to let us in.
"Thanks," I replied, returning her smile as I stepped inside, followed closely by Logan. The warm, cozy atmosphere of Vanessa's apartment instantly made me feel at ease, the familiar scent of vanilla and the soft glow of the lamps creating a relaxing ambiance.
Vanessa closed the door behind us and turned to face us, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I've got everything set up in the living room. Snacks, drinks, and of course, the games. Wade's already here, probably getting into trouble in the kitchen."
I exchanged a glance with Logan, who merely nodded, his expression unreadable as usual. But there was a hint of something in his eyes, something that made me think he wasn't as uninterested in tonight as he let on.
"Sounds perfect," I said, following Vanessa as she led us into the living room, where the night was about to unfold.
The game night was in full swing. The coffee table was covered with a variety of snacks—bowls of chips, popcorn, and candy—and a few bottles of beer and soda were chilling in a bucket of ice. In the center of the table sat a stack of board games, with classics like "Monopoly" and "Scrabble" mixed in with a few party games that promised more laughter than competition.
Wade was already there, lounging on the couch with a beer in hand. He grinned as soon as he saw us. "Well, look who finally decided to join the party! Took you long enough," he teased, taking a swig from his bottle.
"Had to make sure Logan didn't bail," I shot back with a smirk, nudging Logan playfully as we walked further into the room.
Logan rolled his eyes, but there was a slight curve to his lips that hinted at amusement. He was clearly trying to downplay his presence, but I could tell he was making an effort to be a part of the group, even if it was just for tonight.
Vanessa gestured to the couch. "Make yourselves comfortable. We'll start with something easy—maybe a little 'Pictionary' to get us warmed up?"
Wade perked up at the suggestion. "Pictionary? Oh, this is going to be good. I've got a talent for drawing inappropriate things," he said with a mischievous grin.
Logan sighed, shaking his head as he settled into one of the armchairs. "Just keep it PG, Wade," he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.
Vanessa and I exchanged a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "We'll try to keep him in check," I promised Logan, though I knew full well that Wade was going to be his usual unpredictable self.
Vanessa handed out the game supplies—pads of paper, markers, and a timer—before sitting down beside Wade. I took a seat on the couch opposite Logan, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the game began, the room quickly filled with laughter and playful banter.
Wade was, as expected, in his element. His drawings were ridiculous, exaggerated, and often strayed into the realm of the absurd, but that only made the game more entertaining. Vanessa was competitive, as always, her guesses rapid-fire as she tried to beat the clock. Logan, on the other hand, was more reserved, but I noticed that he was surprisingly good at drawing—his sketches were simple yet effective, and he rarely needed more than a few lines to get his point across.
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Veins of Violet || Logan Howlett
Fanfiction{Complete} Violet Williams was recruited as a X-force member who became one of Deadpool's best friends. She's a mutant who carries powerful powers that are hard to contain and she is living with such a burden due to not being able to control them...
