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Night Out; Jet/Logan. (nosey people if they want)
Topic Started: Sep 14 2017, 01:25 AM (188 Views)
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Jet looked at him as he talked about pushing her away. Maybe that was just going to be another fully unsolved mystery, like the Loch Ness Monster. Logan continued with going through the list of potential men to date within X-Factor. Qualities of Jonny, Remy, and Jimmy. The blonde thought that it wasn't too PC to call Jimmy 'Injun Joe', but decided not to say anything.

“Jonny is my Danny Zuko, but I'm Cha Cha.” She paused for a moment before adding, “Actually I take that back. I don't like that comparison, Cha Cha was kind of slutty. Point is I was making a joke earlier. Me and Jonny; that's a platonic love.” Jet thought for a few moments and continued, “You're right about Remy being charming. He's very charismatic, but I don't see him slowing down any time soon. One night he went on a bender, and forgot I was due to come back the next day. Plus I'm not sure I'm his type. Now as for Jimmy... I just don't think he's interested in dating. At least no interest he's shown me or that I've seen.”

The blonde shrugged slightly. The feral motioned for the waitress and the girl came right over. They talked about Logan's next order and getting Jet another order, commenting on how it was a proper date after all. She lifted her mug and drank a bit more of the brew in her mug. “I'm good with mine, not ready for round two. Thank you though.” She turned to Logan to comment, “And how much of a proper date is it when they guy who took me out on a date starts talking about other guys I could go out with?” Jet gave a sly wink.

Until Blue Suede Shoes started playing. “Well shit...” She was already loosing the bet, but she didn't worry there was still a few more songs to go before she completely lost. Logan talked about how betting against him wasn't smart. Then finished with talking about Ellie, “I know all of that. I was there for some bit of that too, ya know.” She nudged his arm slightly, and playfully of course. She'd been with X-Factor for a long time now, the blonde had known the X-Men for almost just as long.

If there was anything that no one was short of was stories of Logan, The Wolverine. “But... Ellie will be hard to win over. She hid my boot after I told her I was getting ready to see you.” Taking another drink and setting it down she finished, “That girl does not like outsiders.” Jet smirked. “Give her time. She'll come around. I think Ellie-Bean just doesn't like sharing her family.”
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Logan held up a hand as Jet went into, what was to him, unknown territory. Culture references were very hit or miss with him. With most of his history missing, much of the remaining having nothing to do with the USA, and not much use for much television, well it was kind of like a minefield.

“I’m gonna assume I was supposed to follow all of that. Let me stop you right there blondie. Only Zuko I know runs guns in Africa and the Cha-Cha is a dance as far as I know. As for platonic, never believed in that one bit. You put a guy and a gal together and if one or both ain’t gay, feelings ar gonna happen. Rule of life there. Even more so if they are attractive and work close together and belong to a group that pushes them outside of “the normal” life.”

Logan wasn’t meaning to press the point, he was happy enough that he and Jet were grabbing a night out. The old man simply didn’t like to lose an argument. Old habit, one he had never even come close to overcoming. He grinned and held both hands up.

“All right, I’m talking in circles now and even I’ve lost where I’m going here. How ‘bout I cut the chatter and go with what I’m good at, eh? Feelin’ 22 is up next and there’s no rule to pretending to be young on the dance floor. I’m sure you can out do anything Miss Swift could dream up.”

Logan slid out of his chair and offered his hand to Jet, an old gentlemanly gesture that had regrettably faded out of style over a decade ago. True to his word, Blue Suede Shoes gave way to the opening notes of a song about growing up when the world wanted to keep you small.

“As for Ellie, nothing to win over there. The girl will either like me or she won’t. I’m too old to go courting favors. Lex and Lor spoil her and keep her too close to the nest. All three will grow out of that soon enough. Got a feeling I’ll be seeing plenty of her in detention soon enough. Also, buy back up boots.”
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Jet looked at him surprised, “How do you not know Grease?” She shook her head, “See? Now that’s just something I’ll be able to introduce to you.” She was just going to leave out that it was a musical for now. And maybe not mention it until after it started.

“This some American thing? Pretty sure it can't be that important if it never came past my ear.”

“It’s a movie. I doubt it didn’t come past your ear, I wonder how much you would have cared about it, if it did though.”

“Never had all that much use for movies. I almost remember seeing that Chapman fella making a fool out of himself and falling down a lot.” Jet chuckled. There would be time for movies later on.

Logan then offered the blonde a dance. She took his hand and followed him out to the dance floor. “Anything Taylor Swift learned she got from me.”

“Heh, can I claim to have taught Sinatra then?”

“If the shoe fits.” She chuckled.

The Silverlight didn’t mention that she helped spoil Ellie too. To Jet’s credit, it was hard not to spoil any of the kids. “By the way, you never mentioned what you wanted if you won the bet.”

“What makes you think I don't already have what I want?”

Jet smiled warmly at him. Logan could be a charmer too if he wanted to be.

Logan, as ever, took the lead and spun Jet out onto the dance floor. Years and years of learning his own body, endless workouts, decades of charming ladies, and heightened reflexes all combined to reveal that he was rather amazing on the dance floor. After all dancing was just another form of combat, albeit one with a few less rules.

Her blonde hair spun about with her body. The strands of hair moved from one side to another. Now while she didn’t think dancing was another form of combat like Logan, she did love to dance. Jet would follow his lead.

It was a stupid song, but Logan felt an odd kind of connection to Taylor Swift. Not her music or even her outlook on life. Just the kinship that comes from knowing you have a life that can never ever be anything remotely ordinary again. It also didn't help that it gave an excuse to see Jet in a type of action that didn't involve bodily harm.

“Tell ya what, I'll tell you what I'm after if you'll clue me in as to why you waste time with this ol’ caknuckle head. Deal?”

As he talked Keith Urban’s voice boomed suddenly from the jukebox. Logan may have been country, but he'd never agree that Urban was.

“Point for you.”

Jet smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “Keith Urban. Kids love him.” She thought for a moment and nodded her head, “I can get behind that deal.” Referring to his earlier proposal. “I don’t ever waste my time on people I don’t find interesting. I always found you interesting, Logan. And all I hear about is the rough side of the Wolverine. I want to know more about Logan.”

She continued on, “Plus, I’m a simple one, myself. I don’t think I have a type but I do care about if I’m treated right.” Thinking for a moment longer she added, “And unless the guy I’m seeing is doing the hitting, then all other dangers be damned.” She meant that as a way of saying that his reputation wasn’t going to scare her off. Jet was a big girl who put on her super hero shorts like everyone else. “Not only that, I get to see this other side of you that you don’t normally show. I’d say that’s pretty special…” She smiled at him again.

Logan thought over her words as he led her into another spin then back to their table. Say what you would about modern country, he had trouble dancing to the male star’s songs. The four shots were cooling on the table nicely along with their mugs fully topped off once again.

Jet retook her seat when they stopped dancing, maybe later on she’d play something slower and more of a classic for them to dance to.

“Fair enough, though I don't think there's that much to know. I'm an old SoB who thinks with his fists and is just old fashioned enough to remember when men and women were different.”

Logan downed a shot and took a swig from his mug. Jet added while he drank, “I think there’s more to you than you think.”

“As a man you looked after the woman and let her make most of the decisions that actually had importance. Guy might decide where and how they work, but he was always coming home to the gal. Good balance of power there.”

In a flash another shot disappeared, chased with another ¼ of the frosty mug of beer.

“You bring up danger, well Missy, that brings us to what I want outta this. I got a long history of the ladies who are actually good for me turning up dead. You can't be one of ‘em. If nothing else, Lex would have my head.”

As if to emphasize his point, or perhaps simply to offset the bet, I knew I loved you before I met you slipped out over the bar’s speakers much to everyone's confusion.

Jet looked off towards the dancefloor at the start of the song. She thought to herself, ”Well I didn’t see that one coming.”

“I am the rough trade, darling. Getting too close never ends well.”

Jet took a drink out of her mug and thought about what he said for a few moments. After careful thought she replied, “I don’t know about the other women you’ve been with, but I don’t think I’m probably like them.” She paused to take a deep breath, “I’ve been with X-Factor for a long time. The hero game, there’s always danger. Even without you. I mean I’ve already died once, and that had nothing to do with you.” She shrugged, thinking it probably wouldn’t be the last time. Alex had her beat with two. It was the hazards of helping people.

“I’ve made plenty of my own enemies. But…” She held up her right hand, “I, Jet Black, do solemnly swear that I will do my very best to not end up dead if we continue down this path.” The blonde smiled at him.

“Don't know whether you're being funny or serious blondie… “

In serious tone she spoke. “Oh I take my swears very seriously. If I didn’t I would have said Scout’s Honor.” That was only because she was never in the scouts. But she wondered if he also meant the part about her dying, and if he had forgotten that.

Logan downed his last two shots and emptied his mug again.

“... Suppose it don't make much difference either way. Just be on your guard a bit more, got it? Not saying I'm the center of the universe and that every two bit asshole is gonna go through you to get to me, but shit goes sideways often. That I'm sure you know.”

Logan tended to attract three kinds of ladies. Number one was the “frails” with daddy issues and too much free time. He was an adventure, something they could brag about to others. Number two were the “nuns” those who thought they could tame him, clean him up, make him what they thought he should be. Number three were the rarest, the “women” who let him be him and always ended up changing him just by being them. Jet seemed to fall into that last category and that was getting the Canadian’s guard up.

“I do know.” In an even more serious, but calm tone she spoke again, “But I will be on my guard. Carry my communicator everywhere. Keep my phone fully charged. The works.” It was kind of sweet, him worrying about her like that.

Bet forgotten and a run of Dolly Parton starting on the box, Logan took Jet’s hand, turned it palm up and kissed it gently.

“You're all heart kid, try to keep yours on the inside.”

Jet tiled her head slightly to the side and smiled as he kissed her hand. It was a sweet moment, rare with it being Logan. And the song was ruining it, but at least it wasn’t Jolene playing. Still, she couldn’t help but keep her smile and respond, “I’ll do my best. I promise.” That took more of a serious turn than she first expected. Quite frankly she thought he’d make his part of the bet a kiss. She wasn’t uncomfortable with talking about something serious though, or even the subject matter they were talking about.

Maybe it was talking about it in the setting they were in. It didn’t seem to fit. After a few brief moments, which didn’t feel brief, she spoke again, “How many more drinks do you think before we get something to eat?” Looking around she wondered out loud, “Maybe they let us buy some bottles to take with us?” Turning her head back to Logan, “I think we’ve both lost at this point. But I’ll stick to my end of the bet.” Jet didn’t want him to worry after all.

“Picnic time already? I have a few bottles of some good stuff in the jeep and our new ladyfriend has already more than earned her tip, eh? What is it they used to say….”

Logan slipped out of his seat and bowed deep to Jet, his hand reaching for hers again.

“Madame, your chariot awaits you.”

Each question he posed, she nodded. But she chuckled when he stood up, bowed and reached out his hand. Taking his hand she responded, “Thank you, good sir.” Once again she took his hand. The two walked towards where the girl who had been serving them for the night had been. She was never too far from the two mutant heroes, and performed above and beyond her duties.

Jet would stay quiet, but she just hoped the girl wouldn’t work for too long at the bar. She wondered what her hopes and aspirations were. Did she want to go to school? Did she want to travel? Whatever it was the blonde hoped the girl would get everything she wanted out of life. Logan did tell her he would double what he gave her earlier with certain conditions, ones which she more than fulfilled. They would go on the picnic afterwards.
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Later at Fort Tyron Park

Logan was mostly a solitary man, however he had been serious when he told Jet tonight was about her. She was a people person, thriving off the energy around her and, like most young people, the attention lavished on her. So he compromised and picked a place that was popular enough, but out of the way. It meant a good drive all the way to Washington Heights, but it was a beautiful spit of land. Plus it housed the Cloisters, an “ancient” monastery, painstakingly recreated here for reasons no one probably even knew anymore. The place was just out of the way enough to keep tourists away, yet very popular with the people who knew it. Best of all were the magnificent views of the Hudson, Logan liked being near water. It was primal and emotionless, water just flowed in the track it found itself in. Never judging, never worried, never bathing itself with other’s ideas. He mentally chided himself as he pulled a massive bowl of chicken scampi out of the basket and started dividing it onto plates for him and Jet.

“Hope this works for you blondie, not much used to date that don’t involve a fight or bullets. I figure you’re new school, I’m first school, this place can speak to both.”

A magnum of mid-grade champagne was chilling in ice next to them, a bottle of fireball whiskey ¾ full lying on the grass next to it. They had done salad, Logan complaining through it, then some breadsticks he had stored under the pasta. The feral wasn’t a fancy cook, but the food was good, solid, plentiful. The man himself was relaxed, almost sublime. With his senses the rushing river was a rampaging force of nature, not just background noise at it was pleasant in the extreme. The smells from the pasta hit him just as hard, making his mouth water.

“Plus if you don’t like it, you can just fly home and make a few paparazzi’s nights. Bet that would be good for at least a 3rd page headline. Crazy blonde woman covers city in silver menace.”
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When Logan said 'picnic' Jet did not think he meant actual picnic in the park, but damn. True to his word, which the blonde should have known better would be so, he had champagne, food, even a blanket for them to sit on the grass. There was a slight crowd at Fort Tryon Park, couples walking together, some kids playing Frisbee down the way, other people walking their dogs, there was even a photographer getting pictures of the city, the park and the Hudson.

But it wasn't as crowded as it would have been if it was noon on a Saturday. Logan had brought salad, which he was not a fan of. Jet figured she'd save him from the greens next time. He was telling her that he hoped the set up worked for her. She nodded and spoke as she tore a bread stick into smaller bite sized pieces. After tearing off one piece the Silverlight brought it closer towards her lips but didn't take a bit from it yet, “No no this is great. It looks good.”

Jet put the small piece of bread in her mouth and ate it. She quickly swallowed the bite and added, “Next time though you don't have to eat the salad. Or even get salad for my benefit. Maybe next time I'll make something that you might like better than salad.” She then motioned at the surrounding area, “And you picked a great place for this.” Logan talked more about how if she didn't like it she could give tabloids something to talk about. With a chuckle Jet retorted, “No, Jameson saves the word 'menace' for Spider-man. I think it'd be more of...” She paused to look up towards the sky and think, “Silver Superhero causes City wide Scare.”

She motioned her hand with each word of the fake news article she came up with. Giving Logan a smile she added, “He's calmed down since I gave him an interview with one of his reporters. I think he found it harder to trash me after he met me. Or he got distracted. Anyways these days the tabloids are just waiting for whatever Magneto is going to do next.” Jet shrugged and shook her head.

Wanting to change the subject away from Magneto, the blonde quickly spoke again, “Food looks good.” She leaned closer towards Logan as he served up the food and took in a deep inhale with her nostrils. After a few moments she leaned back and made a pleased sound, “Mmm. Chicken pasta.” Her mouth was starting to water. "You cooked it?" It would have been another surprise the Canadian feral laid on Jet.
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“Nah lady, I need more greens in my diet and it ain’t a date if there ain’t a salad. I don’t watch much TV, but I know that much. Besides, what else am I gonna complain about? Tonight’s pretty much perfect, eh? But I thought I heard you say you’re cooking next time? Hold you to it, don’t really know a dame till you’ve eaten her handiwork.”

Logan leaned back on his arms, just watching Jet eat and enjoy herself. This felt good, damn good. It was satisfying some deep itch he didn’t even know he had. He wasn’t much for the down life, for the simple pleasures of spending time with a girl worth taking time with. There was always something that could be used as an excuse. The trick was to keep living and make your life worthwhile while you fought for others. It was a trick that it pained Logan to realize the Summer clan had learned long before he could. He tapped his chin and made his own stab at a headline.

“Lemme think here…. Silverlight, mutant cop. Is she a danger to our way of life? Or threat to our wellbeing? Whatcha think? Sounds like ol’ snowbrush to me.”

Logan let out a small laugh as he leaned forward to take a bite of the pasta. He was a real meat and potatoes kind of guy. He liked fancier food once in awhile, who didn’t? But over all, a burger and fries were a burger and fries wherever you went and that was that. The topic of BucketHead made the wildman look at Jet with a raised eyebrow.

“Listen kid, Mags will do what he does and we’ll be there to stop him. That’s how it works. You can predict the crazies and there’s not much use in trying. I’m hoping one of these days someone puts him down for good, but with my bone marrow problem, ain’t likely to be me. You ask me though, his next play is going to be big and put him in a place that makes him harder to touch. The stadium wasn’t his style, something else is going on over there.”

Willing to let the subject drop if she wanted it dropped Logan smiled at his date and, after a pause, leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

“I got super senses darling. Cooking is but one of the many many ways they make me a superior date. You forget that I’m the best there is at what I do already?”
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So it was settled, the next time they were going to go out, Jet would be cooking. That was fine with her. She liked to cook, and it seemed there was actually going to be a next time. The blonde smiled at the thought, she liked hanging out with Logan. “Well then this dame will make sure to bring her 'A' game.” He leaned back as she took another bite of the meal he'd prepared for her and took a crack at his own new headline.

She finished her bite of food as he finished and asked her opinion on it, “Extra Extra! Read all about it!” Jet took another bite when Logan did, he ate quicker then she did as he started to give his opinion of Magneto while she was still chewing her food. Thankfully after the two spoke about it, it was dropped from pleasant conversation. He smiled at her then leaned in to kiss her cheek.

The blonde took in a deep breath and then another bite of the food giving him a particularly wide smile after his small kiss. It was delicious but all she could think was that her face felt warm. Luckily with the cool air her face didn't go red. He talked about his super senses making him a superior date and asked if she'd forgotten he was the best at what he did. “Of course not. I have excellent memory. I'm just surprised. This whole evening has been one surprise after another. Plus can you blame me? I did have you pegged as a steak and potatoes kind of guy.” Jet nodded and went for another bite.

Before she knew it her plate was empty. The blonde was leaning back on her own elbows with a glass of the champagne near her hand. She reached for her glass and took a small sip. It wasn't bad, wasn't the best champagne she'd had but it wasn't terrible. The X-Factorite set her glass back down and sighed, “Beautiful night.” Merely making the comment about the evening that she was enjoying.

Jet shook her hair behind her shoulders and looked over to Logan and spoke again, “So, with how this turned out, and talks of a second date I'm going to just take a shot in the dark and speak for both of us when I say that this was a good date?” Even though she was asking a question she spoke as a matter of fact, only getting a slight upward questioning tone at the last word of her question. “Not pushing to go home or anything. I'm just wondering if I was a good date to you tonight.” She flashed him a warm smile and waited for him to speak.
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“As I’ve told people over and over again. I’m a simple man, darling. Simple surprises people far more often than complex. In the words of a man far wiser than I, ‘I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam.’ As for how things went, I’m still here ain’t I? Pretty good way to tell if a date was good or not if you ask me.”

Logan let out a chuckle, an honest to goodness chuckle and leaned a good deal further back, leaving his looking up at the blonde woman. His senses let him see people clearer then could really be described. He could see the flaws that made people beautiful, read their body language in ways that would make Freud cry, analyse how dangerous they’d ever be in one glance. Over the many many years of his life Logan had learned to look past all that, to peer past the window dressing and try to see the actual person underneath. For once he wasn’t all that sure what he saw in Jet, what she really was at heart. The girl was kind, yet hard as steel if you went after hers. Would give you anything she owned if you asked, yet knew what was her and was not. She was gullible and fragile and foolish and naive, and silly. Yet all of that was pushed aside when she took it in her head to do something right. In short, she was a bit like him, a living contradiction. A bit like everyone who wasn’t a total psycho really.

“A beautiful night with a beautiful girl. But…. I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t at least ask her to dance. As I’ve never been a gentleman I could get away with it still, but who would want to.”

Without further invitation Logan stood and took her hand as a speaker hidden in the basket started playing “copperhead road”. The old man wasn’t the greatest when it came to tech, but one of his best friends was.

“I believe this was the lady’s request, eh?”

Though the music did not suit it in the slightest Logan led them both into a waltz as the light started fading from the sky. Ever a graceful dancer, the Canadian somehow made it work and halfway through leaned in and slightly up to whisper in her ear.

“That other gift blondie? It the hilt of a sword that ain’t been forged yet. Lord willing it never will be. You ever need a weapon and I can’t be there, well that will be a sad day of change. You let me know if and when you decide you need to be both blade and sheath.”
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