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Chapter 003 Refusal ──────────────────
"This one looks promising." Wade held a drunken man by the neck after plummeting onto the scene.
Him and Sol viewed a man wrapped in a leather jacket, sitting at the bar waiting patiently for his next drink. Bullseye.
Sol weakly propped herself up, feeling the aftershock of Wade's literal ass-kicking that occurred. She could have sworn she saw stars.
"Down ya go." He threw the man onto the floor, directly next to Sol's feet. She gave an awkward wave to the distressed man before walking catching up to Wade.
A sound of tapping never sounded so familiar to her, but Sol knew it was Logan from the way he tapped his fingers in request for a drink. He sat on the stool the way he always did, and wore his hair how he did six years ago. It made her sick.
"Again." Logan demanded. A bearded bartender met him with an angry gaze as he placed the desired bottle on the table.
"I told you. You're not welcome here. You're not welcome anywhere. Now get the fuck out of my bar."
Logan looked down. "Just give me one more drink, and then I'll leave." he said. Sol could hear the desperation in his voice well and clear. Her and Wade shared a look.
"That's not how it works." The bartender continued. It was now Wade's cue to attempt to sound heroic.
"It does now. Leave the bottle."
Sol's stomach ache grew tighter second after second. At this point she didn't know if she could handle looking Logan in the face. She stood behind him, making sure they could go as eye-contactless as possible.
"I know you, bub?"
"Nope. But, I know you."
Logan smirked. "Everybody knows me. I'm the Wolverine." He looked ashamed of the words rolling of of his tongue.
Wade's eyes darted at Sol, then back to the man himself. "Yes, you are, and I'm gonna need you to come with me right now."
Logan waved a hand in his face. "Look, lady. I'm not interested." His mind was too caught up with drinking. That bottle in front of him looked like a treasure chest.
He's still got insults for fuckin' days. Sol thought with an impressed smile. Shit. She wasn't supposed to smile.
Wade sounded genuinely offended. "Really gettin' into your cuffs here—"
"Why would I go with you?" Logan replied with a boop on the nose, to which Wade dramatically threw his head back at.
