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Somewhat Damaged 6/? Cordelia

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    Logan cursed silently and made his way to the bar and perched himself on the metal stool. Rogue grimly sat back at her booth nursing a fresh ale, pushing her
    Message 1 of 1 , Mar 3, 2001
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      Logan cursed silently and made his way to the bar and perched himself on
      the metal stool.

      Rogue grimly sat back at her booth nursing a fresh ale, pushing her tongue
      against the faint after taste and attriputed it to cheapness. But a haze soon
      began to build behind her eyes halfway through the cloud she closed her eyes
      and frowned. 'Oh damn' the thought echoed in her head. She gropped for the
      purse she left on the seat and threw a crumpled twenty on the table, standing
      shakily. Rubbing her temples as the fog began to spread and swirl within the
      small confines of her cranium and down her spine.

      "Hey sweetheart, you ain't lookin so peachy" it was her pool partner from
      earlier, Eddy her mind numbly recalled.

      She ignored him and tried to walk towards the door. He grabbed her arm and
      she pushed against him unsucessfully.

      "How about I take you home and give an asprin and a warm bed?"

      With closed eyes she parted her lips and shook her head, "uh uh" barely made
      it across her vocal cords.

      Logan appeared pulling Rogue away from him and pushing her into the booth.
      Eddy foolishly swung a punch that connected with Logan's mandible. He twisted
      and slamed Eddy against the supposrt beams, fore arm pressed against the
      other man's neck. One inch of metal pressed against his abdomen 8 more inches
      waited to shoved through his gut.

      "Get Gone."

      By now Eddy's friend's had taken notice, Logan shoved the man away, slinging
      an arm around a barely conscious and grabbing her purse before Eddy's party
      could start anything more and headed for the door.

      Rogue was trying to fight him as he loaded her into the passenger side of his
      truck, throwing her bag in after her. He doubted she even knew she'd left the
      pool hall.

      She muttered something as he drove before falling over in her seat, her head
      landing in his lap.


      Logan attepmted to ignore where her head was located and concentrated on
      driving. Pulling into the parking lot of a fast food resturant and guided the
      truck to rest under a post light. He grabbed her bag from it's fallen
      location on the floor and dumped it's contents; Lighter, a set of keys, the
      crumpled white and gold package of marlboro lights, a few bills, a stick of
      eyeliner, and paydirt- an ID. It listed her as Amy Jebs and over 21. Fake. He
      rummaged some more til he found the real one. It listed her address, so
      that's where he took her.

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