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 So Long Ago, [tag: Wolverine]
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Posted: Mar 5 2012, 09:55 PM


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Friday, June 15th, 2008
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As Zita pushed open the door to the bar, it groaned, almost as if it wasn't used to being opened. Based on the state of the place, she was inclined to believe that was exactly the case. It looked like it should be a speakeasy, and it might have been at one point. Anything made of wood looked worn, paint was peeling off the walls. It had a musty odour to it, but Zita was all but relieved to have found this place. She had wanted to find place again. It had been a year, almost to the day, that she had been here. This was where she met…him.

He, who all but swept her off her feet. He, who made her heart skip a beat every time she saw him. He, who broke her heart. Well, not so much broke her heart as denied her sex. So it was more 'put out' than 'broken hearted' that she was experiencing. She was attracted to him, and for all of a minute, she thought he was attracted to her. Then she went and accidentally set his shirt on fire. An honest mistake, but it rapidly killed the mood.

Striding over to the bar, she promptly ordered a gin and tonic. She downed it pretty quickly, slamming the glass down onto the bar when she had finished. She sighed, then gestured to the barkeep that she wanted another. Glass full again, she drank it slower this time, trying to savour it. She had a funny feeling she'd be coming here a lot, drinking until she forgot everything about him.

Finishing off her drink, she was quickly greeted by a refill. Seems the barkeep was picking up on her mood. God, love these guys when they know what I want. She offered him a small smile and continued to drink. It was then she began to wonder, would he show up here? Part of her wanted him to, but the rest of her knew it was next to impossible that he'd show up just then. Then again, stranger things have happened.
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To her the date might have been an important one. For her it might have included a memory. For Logan, though, it was just another day. Another day that blended into all the others before it. Teaching the kids, fighting the evils of the world, dealing with Jill.

Christ, Jill.

That girl, woman, oh she was every inch the epitome of womanhood, she got under his skin, in both a good way and a bad one. For seven months almost things with them had been okay. He'd been good, mostly, and she'd put up with him.

At least, until tonight.

Really, he didn't know what he'd done, or what he hadn't, but he did know he was in trouble. She'd yelled and screamed and tossed to plates across the space of her apartment and unlike a normal night with them, it didn't end up with her all tangled up in him. Instead it ended up with him leaving, hands tossed in the air in frustration, his bike roaring like he wanted to, but not relieving any pressure.

A bar was a bar was a bar. He'd picked up handfuls of women in them all across the world and so this one didn't stick out as any different. He'd been there before, yeah, but the last time had been with Jill, perched on his lap, whispering in his ear, red hair brushing at his shoulders as her other assists so readily presented themselves. He shouldn't have come there, all he could remember was her, and now, when he was so angry, so mad and not even knowing why.

"Whiskey." He barked as he sat, taking over the stool like it'd always been his, cigar finding its way to his lips a his zippo sprung to life. "Leave the bottle." Came the addition as the glass was set forth, the barkeep knowing better than to argue. He remembered Logan too, and not all of his memories were good ones.
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Zita hadn't been paying much attention to the goings-on around her. Taking another swig of her drink, she felt the bar shudder slightly as the presence of a new individual. When the man ordered a whiskey, she immediately placed the voice. Snapping to attention, she realized who was sitting not two stools down from her. Logan. Jesus Christ, he's here. She looked up to the ceiling. God was either messing with her or sending her a sign. Possibly both. Zita hoped it was the latter.

Looking back to Logan, she had realized he wasn't paying any attention to the people around him. He was oblivious to the fact that she was even there. Then again, he might not even notice there was a barkeep if he wasn't being served alcohol. The barkeep was about to set her up with another drink, when she waved him off. "Just get me an empty glass." She told him quietly. The barkeep, while perplexed, did as she asked. When she had the glass, she slid off her barstool and moved to sit on the stool directly to the left of Logan.

Smiling to herself, she noticed Logan smoking a cigar. God, it was tempting just to light the whole thing on fire. But she knew better. She did, however, mess with his lighter a little bit before he put it away. No big thing, just made the flame a little bigger. Chuckling to herself, she grabbed the presently unattended bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. At that point, she told him, "Well, well, well. Look who walked into my life again." She took a quick swig of the whiskey, before setting her glass back down. Smiling to herself, she wondered if he even remembered who she was.
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He could smell her, not the second he walked in, but soon after, the scent of charcoal and fire dispersing from where she sat, rising over all the other scents in the establishment, alerting him to her presence early on. Still, he wasn't up to dealing with Zita, or not dealing with Zita. The fight with Jill had left him agitated and pent up, and the relief that was usually obtained later, well, it just hadn't, leaving Logan in a state. A state in which he didn't want to have anything to do with Zita.

But she didn't know that, or even if she had she still approached him, attempting to be stealthy and sly, failing as anyone would when it came to him. The flame in his zippo flared and Logan's vision cut to left, bright blue eyes cutting across the slender darkness of her form.

"I walked into a bar, Z." He grumbled around his cigar, smoke billowing from his lips as he did so, "Last I checked you weren't the only one in it." If he wasn't wary of contact, skin on skin backed by aggression, Logan would have stopped her movements, his hand wrapping around her much slighter wrist and preventing her from pouring herself a glass. As it was, though, not touching her was better. Not touching anyone was.

"I've killed men for less, y'know." He said with a turn of his stool, taking the bottle from where she'd set it down and moving it to the other side of him, preventing her from more theft of his booze.
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She smiled to herself, despite his clear objections to her being there. Taking another sip of the whisky, she licked her lips as he pointed out that walking into a bar wasn't the same as being there to meet her. She rolled her eyes, setting her glass down. "True…but still, what are the odds that I'd bump into you here? Oh wait…" She paused for dramatic effect, resting her cheek on her pointer finger in mock thought. "That's right…we have met here before." Letting out a small giggle, she added under her breath, "Fun times…"

However, her mini-reverie was promptly interrupted with the threat of death and the alcohol being moved beyond her reach. Zita pouted, "Aww, come on now Wolvie. You used to be way more fun…" She paused mid-thought, trying to remember if that was true or not. She had only known the man for about a year now. Trying to sleep with him wound up turning into an invitation to the Mansion. They never did pick up where they left off. In fact, he all but ignored her ever since.

Finishing off her whiskey, she pursed her lips. Gaze flicking back and forth between Logan and the whiskey, she tried to decide what was more important. A conversation with a man who wasn't in the mood, or the whiskey he wasn't willing to share. Before deciding to do anything too rash, she asked Logan, "So, what's got you all bummed out anyway? 'Nother woman?" She held her tongue to not add 'that isn't me'. Was she bitter? No, not her, never. She was hiding so well; subtle like a brick, she was.

Deciding she wanted that whiskey, she leaned over him and reached for the bottle. She placed her hand on his shoulder for support, outreached hand grasping for the bottle. Sure, she could have just gotten up and moved to his other side for direct access, but it was more fun for her this way. Besides, had she gotten up, he would have just moved it again, creating this whole wild goose chase scenario that she didn't really care for. She was buzzed, yes, but she needed to be fairly wasted before that sort of game would even be remotely amusing.
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Oh yeah. That had been this bar. A snort had ripped from his nostrils at the memory. What a mistake that had been. She'd been hot, and there, and alluring and then ... and then she's been hotter, too hot to handle, and to the mansion they'd gone.

Still, it wasn't a night that he really wanted to remember, especially with the fire of Jill still imprinted so easily on his brain. He shouldn't have come here, he should have just gone to the mansion, but if he had. Well, he probably would have ended up trying to chase down Jean, or bitching at 'Ro and neither thing was really on his list of to dos. Ororo still didn't know about Jill, it was one of the few secrets he had from his friend the weather-witch, and he didn't want this to be the way he spilled about it.

An eyebrow cocked at the use of the endearment that was generally saved for the youth at the mansion. "Don't call me that." He grumbled, as hypocritical as always, refusing nicknames no matter how often he handed them out. But Wolvie ...

Shaking his head and faking a shudder Logan reached for the glass before him and downed it all in one, hoping, hoping, that if he just ignored her, maybe then, maybe, she'd get the hint and go away. He sure as hell wasn't going to start sharing his problems with anyone, much less her. She should have know, it wasn't like reading Logan was something difficult to do.

Women, though, never did seem to be too insightful when it came to him.

The hand on his shoulder, while not completely catching him off guard, put him out of sorts. Contact was what he avoiding, and here she was shoving it in his face, quite literally. A growl both angry and not, ire mixed with something else, something animalistic came from deep in his chest, rumbling through his body and shoulders as her breasts were placed directly in his line of vision, the scent of her deeper the closer she was, the taste of the salt from her skin almost palpable between in the sliver of space between them.

Licking his lips Logan swallowed roughly, moving with a sudden quickness that was generally reserved for battle, using his momentum to throw her off balance, and pull her into his lap. "You really should ask before you take a man's whiskey", he growled, leaning dangerously close to her, his vision trailing down the length of her neck, threatening and promising, all within the same span of seconds.
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The sudden twist of movement caught her off guard, letting out a small yelp of surprise. She had forgotten how fast how he could move. Then she was in his lap, not entirely certain how she wound up there. Eyes cast their gaze on her hand still on the whiskey bottle. That's right, she was trying to steal Logan's whiskey. He promptly pointed out that she should've asked before trying to take it.

Taking a further moment to assess the situation, she smiled to herself. Angry at her or not, it was clear he was still the same old Logan she had fallen for. The primal energy that radiated off of him was enough to drive Zita wild. The sensation of his hot breath on his neck sent shivers down her spine. Releasing her grasp on the whiskey, she moved her hand to rest it on his cheek. Rubbing the side of his face with her thumb, she took in the sight of him.

His eyes, how they seemed to cut straight through her. Filled with passion and anger intermixed. Removing the cigar from his mouth, she tucked it behind her ear. If she wasn't fireproof, she might have been a little more gentle with it. But there it rested as she ran a finger across his lips. "You know, I think I found something far more tasty than the whiskey…" Swinging one of her legs around, she straddled him, pressing her lips against his. Taking in the taste of him, for one brief moment Zita felt truly happy.
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Her yelp was satisfactory, the noise being also instinctual, calling to something deep within him, letting him know that he'd won, that he had succeeded in capturing his prey. But Zita wasn't prey, she was a person, a mutant who lived at the mansion and someone who a relationship with, of any kind, of any length, could make his life substantially mess. A life, where, he'd done his best to keep clean, to stay within the lines. While he wasn't good at it, Logan did try. More often than not, though, he tried and failed.

This night would be no different. Leaning into her touch, the hand against his face, Logan pulled her closer, encouraging her change in position, spurring on her shift in body weight. He wanted this, he wanted her, but not. He wanted something, he wanted to win, to control, to not be as out of place and left in the lurch as Jill had done to him that night. Jill was what he wanted, not Zita, and it was Jean who he wanted instead of Jill, all of the women in his life reflections of the other women before them.

He was a jackass of the highest quality, and that was something that would never change. Not unless some sort of miracle occurred and he was suddenly able to piece together the fragments of his life, seeing himself fully and truly for what he was, learning from those flaws, benefiting from decades of mistakes.

Not that night, though. No, he was only bound to make more, pulling Zita's body flush to his as her mouth took over his own, tasting her, drinking her in, drowning himself completely and fully in everything that was her. Knowing that in the morning she'd be just a memory, another woman he'd bedded and moved on from.

Or at least, she would have been.

At first he didn't notice when the door opened, so fully absorbed was he in what he was doing, but the instinctual side of him pricked when the tension in the bar skyrocketed, and Logan couldn't help but to break away from the woman wrapped around him, hoping to leave her breathless, hoping to find satisfaction in his mastery of this as well. Whatever the small disturbance was, they'd move past it. They'd go to his cabin, they'd find a hotel, or an alleyway, something, anything, anywhere that she would so allow him to have her.

But then, in a moment, they wouldn't.

Taller than him and leggy, bust threatening to free itself from the clothing she had poured herself into, Jill stood in the doorway, jaw slack, eyes burning with the same fire that her hair was remencenst of, the bar looking between her and the man they new to sometimes belong to her. A man, who, while currently occupied by another, would be dead, once and for all, if it were that looks could kill.

She was gone as quick as she came, leaving in a huff of anger, the door slamming loudly behind her, the sound shocking in a room suddenly so silent that a single pin drop could have been heard.

Oh man. He was in trouble.

Unwinding from Zita's grasp, pushing her away as much as he had pulled her towards him, Logan freed himself from both woman and stool, fishing for his wallet and throwing cash on the bar before heading after the woman he sometimes loved, his feet in no hurry, but a dogged determination in his steps, and a muttered "Fuck." falling from his lips. No look was spared backwards for Zita, no apologies, no words, just the fading smell of his cigar, and the half empty bottle.
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Gasping for air as he pulled away, she smiled and leaned in for more. It was in that moment that she remembered what a dick he was. Looking to where he was looking, she saw a redhead previously unknown to her. Perplexed initially, the way the redhead gawked at the sight of them amused Zita. This must have been the reason Logan never paid her much mind. Thinking she had stolen Logan away from this woman, Zita was almost pleased with herself.

Then she saw the look on Logan's face. The look that screamed how big of a mistake he just made. She was a mistake. Her face fell as he took off after this woman without so much as a 'goodbye' to her. No words, no look, not even a trademark grunt of acknowledgement. Well, one word, but it wasn't directed at her. It just reiterated to Zita how low she ranked in his mind. Whoever this woman was clearly more important than herself. Zita couldn't help but notice she looked a lot like that telepath at the mansion.

Frowning, she pulled the cigar free from her ear. Staring at it for a moment, she gently pressed it against her lips. Not a moment ago, this thing rested on his lips. It even tasted like him. She hesitated for a moment, than inhaled quickly. Blowing out the smoke shortly thereafter, she grimaced at the taste of it. She couldn't understand why he liked them so much. Finding the nearest ashtray, she snuffed it out quickly. The air around her still smelled like him. Shifting her position, she rested her forehead on her hands.

Letting out a deep sigh, she was reminded of her purpose of coming here. She let out a laugh. Like she was going to be able to forget Logan after what just happened. As stupid as it was to believe, that kiss made Zita think that there could be hope yet for the two of them. That she might have him all to herself. Running her hands through her hair, she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. Taking a sip, her face hid itself once again behind her hands. Tonight was going to haunt her for a long time, she just knew it.
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