[ The look he's shooting Logan is cut off by her question, head tilting briefly to the side as playing taxi doesn't immediately become playing host. This is not the norm for the usual trajectory of his life, she'll just have to give him a second - ]
Doctor. [ Just, you know, to make that clear. ] Stephen Strange.
[ He'll get back to paying attention to Logan in a second. For now, he has a favourite guest, and it's not the man he extended an invitation to. A nod of his head gestures her toward the front door. ]
You're just going to walk out - of course she's just going to walk out.
[He sounds exasperated but honestly? That's fine. She's out of his hair and she can do whatever fucking wake ass bullshit she needs to do, and he doesn't have to fuck around with prolonged introductions. He shrugs his shoulders back and will wait to watch her bail, before remarking:]
Thank you, Dr Stephen Strange. [ she even dips into a deeply graceful curtsey like she is used to doing ridiculous things like that, effortlessly posh, but it is really only to highlight how she flips logan off. ]
[ Aaaand favourite guest is gone, which leaves him alone with the man he voluntarily decided to land himself with in possibly the stupidest move of the season. ]
Run past me how me doing her a favor makes you even. [ He may not know her name but he's on her team. But he's resigned himself to present company, even with his immediate regret, so one deep breath and a concerted effort to reframe this interaction without the last 5 minutes in it later: ] Do prefer to drink at home or at the bar?
[Not long at all - she helped him heal a few stubborn wounds and now they have a bitchy back and forth. He looks at Stephen, offering a little shrug to follow, like 'you really give a shit?' vibes before he turns his attention to the more important question.]
I don't give a shit where we are if there's a beer in my hand.
[ Well, alright then. A raise of brows in lieu of a shrug and one brief wave of his hand later, there is in fact a beer in Logan's hand, any bags that may have previously occupied it now sitting neatly at the foot of the stairwell.
Might as well drink at home for now. ]
Come on through.
[ He tilts his head in the direction of the lounge and leads the way through to where there's a plush antique couch and a couple of armchairs to choose from in an ornate old reception room that matches the house's vibe. Somewhere from one space to the other Stephen acquires a whisky on the rocks out of literally nowhere, dropping into one of the chairs once he arrives at it with a sigh. ]
[Logan casts one glance around before moving with the flow, even if he feels the ornate vibe of the couch and armchairs is a little too stuffy to be completely comfortable with. However it reminds him a bit of Xavier's mansion, and it's that thought that flits through his head as he gingerly sits down. He's got weight on his bones (literally) so after settling for a moment, he casts a glance back to Stephen.]
... It's real beer, right? Not some imaginary bullshit.
[ A smirk into his glass as he takes a sip, but those threatening fingers lower. Your beer is safe. ]
You'll need to figure out somewhere to stay. Unless you're planning on joining a Guild.
[ He's watching him closely now. There's an obvious solution brewing, house all but rattling around them for how empty it stands, but first a silence as he watches Logan and waits to see if he has a plan of his own. ]
[ That's a relief, saves him the Reasons To Absolutely Not speech. As for the trailer... ]
Nope. But if you find yourself out of luck out there, I have empty rooms.
[ A healthy mouthful of his drink. Is he doing this? Guess so. ]
You'll find Sunset Falls more accommodating than most places when it comes to making money without technically being a legal citizen, but rooves over heads still aren't free for the most part.
[Driving limos can still be on his resume even if it feels like a little less demand in cities full of flying denizens. He scratches at his chin - it's been a long time since cage fights and spectacles worked in his favor, though. Maybe he'll start with ye olde simple taxi.]
I'm old but I'm not too old to take care of myself. Despite what anybody might say.
[Y'all being so nice to him. Why's everyone being so nice to him. It's the senior citizen shit isn't it.]
[ "I'm old"?? Okay Logan. Stephen blinks and lets that sit in between them for a second or two - and proceeds to politely ignore it. ]
You can make money. But you'll need to already have money to put down a deposit on a rental.
[ So if he needs somewhere until he's made that money, unless he plans on making the most of that Alliance credit card... he doesn't re-spell it out, just takes a slow sip and quietly observes an old man from his seat. ]
[He doesn't want to outright take any offers from anybody - but you may just see him return, because as fun as it is to sleep in the back seat of a car or in somebody's storage shed... you'll see him again soon. Probably. If you keep the booze easily accessible.]
Or are you trying to get into the loan shark business too?
[ Note to self: write an old guy into the house's warding so he can show up as and when he pleases. ]
I could be.
[ A wry little sip of his drink. Sarcasm back at you buddy!! But once his mouth is empty, actually it occurs to him - ]
I do have some spare cash. A friend left recently and bequeathed me his riches. So if you want to cut up the free money card, we can call it an interest free loan.
[ That's wry too - bequeathed me his riches is very much the kind of dramatic nonsense Loki would stand by. ]
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Doctor. [ Just, you know, to make that clear. ] Stephen Strange.
[ He'll get back to paying attention to Logan in a second. For now, he has a favourite guest, and it's not the man he extended an invitation to. A nod of his head gestures her toward the front door. ]
That way out.
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[He sounds exasperated but honestly? That's fine. She's out of his hair and she can do whatever fucking wake ass bullshit she needs to do, and he doesn't have to fuck around with prolonged introductions. He shrugs his shoulders back and will wait to watch her bail, before remarking:]
This makes us even by the way, kid. Now get lost.
[Not said with a bite.]
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Later, loser.
[ and she is outtie 3000. byyyyyye. ]
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Run past me how me doing her a favor makes you even. [ He may not know her name but he's on her team. But he's resigned himself to present company, even with his immediate regret, so one deep breath and a concerted effort to reframe this interaction without the last 5 minutes in it later: ] Do prefer to drink at home or at the bar?
[ He can cater to either. ]
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[Not long at all - she helped him heal a few stubborn wounds and now they have a bitchy back and forth. He looks at Stephen, offering a little shrug to follow, like 'you really give a shit?' vibes before he turns his attention to the more important question.]
I don't give a shit where we are if there's a beer in my hand.
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Might as well drink at home for now. ]
Come on through.
[ He tilts his head in the direction of the lounge and leads the way through to where there's a plush antique couch and a couple of armchairs to choose from in an ornate old reception room that matches the house's vibe. Somewhere from one space to the other Stephen acquires a whisky on the rocks out of literally nowhere, dropping into one of the chairs once he arrives at it with a sigh. ]
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... It's real beer, right? Not some imaginary bullshit.
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[ Flatly, with just the slightest of smirks. You think he's going to give a guest made up beer, Logan? He's not monster. ]
But if you're trying to cut down, I can always lower the alcohol content...
[ Fingers raise to hover lazily in the air where his elbow's propped on the arm of his seat, mild (empty) threat. ]
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[He'll throw some back now, but you never know? Shit could all be in his head for all he knows.]
Water down my beer and you'll lose a couple fingers, though.
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You'll need to figure out somewhere to stay. Unless you're planning on joining a Guild.
[ He's watching him closely now. There's an obvious solution brewing, house all but rattling around them for how empty it stands, but first a silence as he watches Logan and waits to see if he has a plan of his own. ]
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[But he's going to have to someday, at this rate - but for now he's gonna keep coasting.]
I'll find my way around. You wanna magic me a trailer?
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Nope. But if you find yourself out of luck out there, I have empty rooms.
[ A healthy mouthful of his drink. Is he doing this? Guess so. ]
You'll find Sunset Falls more accommodating than most places when it comes to making money without technically being a legal citizen, but rooves over heads still aren't free for the most part.
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[Driving limos can still be on his resume even if it feels like a little less demand in cities full of flying denizens. He scratches at his chin - it's been a long time since cage fights and spectacles worked in his favor, though. Maybe he'll start with ye olde simple taxi.]
I'm old but I'm not too old to take care of myself. Despite what anybody might say.
[Y'all being so nice to him. Why's everyone being so nice to him. It's the senior citizen shit isn't it.]
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You can make money. But you'll need to already have money to put down a deposit on a rental.
[ So if he needs somewhere until he's made that money, unless he plans on making the most of that Alliance credit card... he doesn't re-spell it out, just takes a slow sip and quietly observes an old man from his seat. ]
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[He doesn't want to outright take any offers from anybody - but you may just see him return, because as fun as it is to sleep in the back seat of a car or in somebody's storage shed... you'll see him again soon. Probably. If you keep the booze easily accessible.]
Or are you trying to get into the loan shark business too?
[Sarcasm!!]
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I could be.
[ A wry little sip of his drink. Sarcasm back at you buddy!! But once his mouth is empty, actually it occurs to him - ]
I do have some spare cash. A friend left recently and bequeathed me his riches. So if you want to cut up the free money card, we can call it an interest free loan.
[ That's wry too - bequeathed me his riches is very much the kind of dramatic nonsense Loki would stand by. ]
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[There are no such things as interest free loans, regardless of the riches bequeathed that allow them.]
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[ Siiiiiip. ]
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[Needs more vices on the pile.]
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[ Buy your own cigars (with his money), he's not made of vices. ]