[ 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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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. ]