Cheers Comrade(Creed/open)

[logan]

Tonight was going to be fun. The night was cold out, the warm air misting in front of his lips as evidence as he walked silently down the street. The gruff man pulled his leather jacket close to him, not really feeling the breeze even as it rustled the denim around his powerful haunches. Lighting up his cigar, he turned a corner towards a little bar. Tonight he was out looking for a chat with his 'comrade' from long years passed. It would not bee hard for Creed to find him here. He knew the man had an apartment near here and he knew he was upwind from it, so the man should be able to pick his scent up with no problem. He had parked his harley up the road and decided to walk to the bar. Upon reaching the door, he went in.

The place was dark and smokey, just the way he liked it. Logan moved away from the door and towards the bar. Most glance his way, but they were afraid to approach. when he reached the bar, he flagged over the bartender. "Hey bub, gimme three bottle of the good whiskey an' a sixer of beer." The bartender gave him a look of disbelief but he gave the required booze and took the cash. Logan spiotted a corner table and headed over there with the booze and two glasses in tote. This would be little more than warmth for the blood with the two of them. Not like they needed help warming the blood with their tempers but he was sure Creed would be showing up soon enough. Tonight they would be discussing his actions the past few weeks and it probably won't be ending with a smirk on Victors face.

"Now I wait."

He sat back in his chair, cracking a beer and pouring himself a glass. He downed the whiskey first and then started on the beer. This was going to be fun.

[Victor Creed]

Victor was on the way out of the apartment for the night, dressed in his usual military pants and shirt with that intimidating overcoat. He had a few things to deal with. But all of that changed when he smelled that all to familiar scent. A wicked smirk crossed his lips, "'bout time the Runt showed up. But no formal invitation? I'm hurt." He chuckled to himself and followed the man's scent until he found that bar. A bar, a venue that didn't really surprise him. But then again he supposed it was the closest to neutral ground either one of them could get.

He walked into the bar and walked across the room towards the table Logan was sitting at. He took one of the chairs and sat himself down. Those amber predator eyes staring over the table at him. "It's been a long time." He noticed the extra drinks and went ahead to help himself to one of the beers.

While it was inevitable that their little chat would end up in a fight, he might as well enjoy a beer in the meantime. He leaned back in that chair and gave Logan a look over. Same old Runt. Then again the same could be said about himself. The times seemed to change around them but time stood still when it came to them.