Somewhat Damaged 6/? Cordelia
- View SourceLogan 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.
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
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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