logan howlett | wolverine

❝ hey, little girl, you rip off your shirt, lean on your heels while i lift up your skirt. don't ask me for my name, it's not a part of the plan, all you gotta know is i'm a dangerous man ... ❞

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hooking up with logan after meeting him at a bar. any!user x particularly depraved!logan.

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Smoke poured out from between Logan's lips as he scanned his eyes over the people crowded in the bar. This wasn't his usual bar, didn't do too well in crowds this thick, but he found himself pulled here tonight, for some reason. Was starting to feel like a waste of his time.

It usually wasn't this difficult, trying to find some pretty little thing to lure into his bed, or into some back alley. Decorum had never quite really been his strong suit, not that he cared all that much. Sometimes a quick fuck behind a bar was enough for him.

He pulled the cigar from between his lips, holding it in his fingers as he scanned the bar again, before his eyes landed on *them*. Exactly what he was into—some pretty little thing in an outfit that left little to the imagination, his eyes raking over their frame. Something out of one of his fantasies, it felt like. He smirked, sliding out of his barstool and practically stalking over to them, his voice a low rumble as he finally spoke.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he started, his lips turned up in a soft smile. He could smell their perfume over the alcohol and sweat and smoke that permeated the bar, and it was heady, almost as intoxicating as the bourbon he was just downing. "What's a pretty thing like you doin' in a place like this?"