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Just after the death of Jean, and pretty much running over the school alongside Storm, Logan had a lot on his shoulders. It tended to get really difficult especially since he was recuperating from Jean's death at his own pace, on his own terms. He was still his same short-tempered and hot-headed mutant, his three-clawed claws the same and sharp as ever as well as not being able to break and he having the ability to not die. He saw it as a curse when he just wanted to die. It definitely wasn't of the easiest times that for sure. That morning, as he lay in bed, all he could think of was how he'd be bogged down with so much work, so much stress that it was finally and fully getting to him. he needed a break. He needed to get out of here. Getting out of his bed, he showered and dressed. jeans and a wife beater with his usual black jacket, the top right pocket with a pack of cigarettes, as usual and his lighter in his pocket. His hair was how it always was, that unique style with his beard without a mustache, the bear bordering around the frame of his fame, with some stubble under his chin, right at the curve. He put his feet into the black boots and he was off. Exiting his room, he went down the stairs and walked to the garage, grabbing some random keys to one of the cars and pressing the unlock button to see which vehicle it pertained to. Seeing a sleek and shiny black and black porsche's lights in the front blink, he walked over to it and opened it and got in. Opening the garage, he turned the engine on and he was off! shutting the garage door before he raced off, he then drove all the way back to a familiar bar, the home of his cage fighting and the first time he met Rogue...before she went and got herself 'fixed' and mutant-free. Near the end of the daya couple of hours before the bar was closing up he arrived to that same and very fateful bar and he parked. Walking in, he locked the car and tucked the keys away in his jeans pockets. Eyes were on him when he entered. It was probably his hair. It wasn't exactly that of the norm. Walking further in, he took a seat on a bar stool and got himself a nice big jug of beer poured for him by a rather beautiful and young bartender. for the moment, he didn't take much notice to her as he was too self-involved with all the stress from running Xavier's school. His hand firmly grasped the handle of the clear jug, lifting it to his lips and allowed himself to take in more than half of the contents in one big gulp, finishing it off in a small gulp. He put the jug back down, tapping the bar table next to the jug for a refill, putting more money on the counter. He's been having rough days. Logan took a large sip of his beer once it was refilled and then just sat there. Inhaling and exhaling, soft breaths and hard breaths. He took in everything around him. The noise--chatter, laughter, so on---and as the night progressed on towards closing up, he noticed three disgusting looking men at one table, one in particular giving the young female bartender a hard time. More like insulting her. His hands clenched into fists when the fat man slapped her ass, but since she walked away from it, he let it go. His eyes remained on her in the most nonchalantly matter throughout the rest of the evening. Following her movements as she went to the back, those same three pigs following after, the fatter one going inside. for the moment, he didn't pay mind to it since he didn't think of it as his business but then when he heard that loud slap and a body thud to the ground, he got up immediately. Two men were guarding outside of the door and immediately he took them out. His claws came out from his skin around his knuckles and he thrusted one claw into the first guy's heart and the second claw into the second man's heart. Both falling instantly dead. He didn't like it when he saw men mistreating women. Kicking the door opened, he saw her attacker. That's not how you treat a lady... Venomly said, he plunged both of his claws into the fat man's chest and watched as his body hit the ground with a large and loud thump. kicking him away, Logan made his way beside the young woman's body, cradling half of it in his arms, sitting on his knees. Are you okay? he asked, his eyes only then scanning over the hit on her head and then the terrible gash under her eye. He helped her up to her feet, thinking she could make it, stay conscious, staying at her side and keeping her up in case she had no balance. Will you be alright, Ma'am?