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[for Wolverine] book ends
Feb. 17th, 2012 03:49 amUsed to be that if I was in a bar on a Friday night, it was to rough up some mook into giving me enough information so I could figure out who the mook I caught earlier in the night was really working for. There was a natural order to things. A purpose.
Not so much, anymore. This is the second time this month that I've found myself at the Catscratch Club, though this time -- fortunately -- Tony is nowhere to be seen. Good. For a number of reasons, really, though somewhere on the less important spectrum of things is the fact that I didn't come here to see him, anyway.
I spot Wolverine sitting on what I'm guessing must be his usual stool and I am, suddenly, acutely aware that I left Mary Jane's company to come to talk to him. I am similarly aware that she's the reason I'm here in the first place, through absolutely no fault of her own.
I drop down beside him, holding on tight to the edge of the bar so I can lean back, my arms stretched out in front of me.
"We have got to stop meeting like this."
Not so much, anymore. This is the second time this month that I've found myself at the Catscratch Club, though this time -- fortunately -- Tony is nowhere to be seen. Good. For a number of reasons, really, though somewhere on the less important spectrum of things is the fact that I didn't come here to see him, anyway.
I spot Wolverine sitting on what I'm guessing must be his usual stool and I am, suddenly, acutely aware that I left Mary Jane's company to come to talk to him. I am similarly aware that she's the reason I'm here in the first place, through absolutely no fault of her own.
I drop down beside him, holding on tight to the edge of the bar so I can lean back, my arms stretched out in front of me.
"We have got to stop meeting like this."