The person that caught Logan's attention was none other then just a simply waitress doing her duties assisting another customer in the bar in the corner. However dropping a couple of empty beer bottles would catch anyone's attention. Logan shrugged it off as the young girl cleaned up her mess. Starring at nothing but a wall of booze and liquor, Logan puffs away on his cigar. From his expression giving no care in the world. The bartender walks by drying off a shot glass. Logan signals for one more. Nodding his head he soon pops the tab off a fresh cold beer bottle and places it in front of Logan. No thank you. Logan reaches for his bottle. Once his palm make contact he notices something quiet strange. The beer bottle getting colder and colder to where it soon froze to his hand. The warmth of his hand grew cold to where the metal in his hand began to hurt and sting. With his strength he attempts to break free making a tight fist in the ice now forming over his knuckles and wrist. With a heavy grunt, SHATTER! the beer bottle with the frozen beer inside like a slush contend, explodes. Shaking his hand from the mess he turns to his right soon spotting Storm in regular day wear. Her white long locks pulled up in a high pony tail looking over at his way with a smirk upon her face.

She looks over and around the mess made as the waitresses and bartender get to work cleaning it up.

"Well see that's the thing about a mutant healing factor, I can't get cancer from smoking cigars or stay drunk long. My body constantly heals from any damage done to it, including being drunk. So anytime Chuck calls, I can still be ready for a scrap anytime."

He ordered another and passed one of the mugs over to Storm.

"Care for a drink? Or are we needed somewhere?"

He put his cigar out on the ash tray sitting in front of him, out of respect because he knew she couldn't stand the smell.

She stops the drink slid to her with her hand grabbing the handle before looking over his way.

She smirks and then raises the glass mug to her lips taking a sip. She then lets out a tiny giggle from a small amount of beer residue left on her upper lip. She wipes it away with a nearby napkin then looks over at Logan.

She asked while looking around the place then back over at him.

She cracks a side grin then reaches for the glass to take another drink. This time making a small face not found of the taste due to not being a big drinker.

"Yeah Saturday the kids don't have classes, and the Professor is pretty tough on the "No Drinking, No Smoking around the students" policy. So I came here, to hang with the other poor drunks who come to a bar first thing in the morning."

He laughed and finished his drink.

"But yeah, the Danger Room had some kinks that Beast is working on fixing. As soon as that's done though, you and I should get some training in. At least until some real danger comes along."

He looked over at the pool table where two people had just finished up a game and walked back to the bar for drinks.

"Or we can always get in a game or two, just because."

Storm looked in the direction of which he was looking and speaking about.

She asked with a curious face. 

Logan the moves out of his bar stool standing to his feet.

Storm shyly grinned as she turned in her stool to look his way.

She too stands from her seat while Logan grabs both their beer bottles into hand. The two head over to the pool table. Storm checking out the table as if it was a strange device she's never seen before. Of course she knows what it is and how it works but playing it herself was the real test here. Could she play the game well? Logan points to the wall which held pool sticks.

She rose an eyebrow as if she knew what that meant. She does as instructed though while Logan places fifty cents into the machine mechanism and pushes the two quarters in then pulls out for the balls to fall for his free to grab and rack into the triangle on the table. Storm grabs a stick from the wall and turns showing it off as if this was the right one. Logan simply chuckles and nods his head. He positions the billard balls in the correct lining then removes the triangle putting it away as he rolls the while que ball her way. Storm stops it before it bumps the inner lining of the billard's table holding the white ball into her hand.

She asked. Logan walks over taking the ball from her and placing it on the table. He sets it for a good aim. Then also showing her how to hold the stick as she laughs from him holding her from behind. 

Storm nods as Logan steps back from holding her and leans back on a nearby table folding his arms as he watches her. She takes a few strokes without actually hitting the ball before she finally fully uses her strength and blows the ball that shoots the ball off the table and across the bar, breaking bottles of alcohol behind the bar int he process. The bartender who dodged the shoot looks up from the bar and over towards them as Storm shows expression of oops. Logan clapping his hands enjoying that small excitement.

Storm says out loud to the bartender.

She looks over at Logan not believing what she just did and him happy about it.

She said hiding her half her face in shame handing the pool stick over to him.

Logan's the table's all hers.

She asked stepping back up to the table as he hands her the stick.

She eyes the table and nods her head. After watching how he did his aim for the stripped one to make it in and then the second one not making it. She formed a strategies into her head. It was physics. All the smarts she was known for. She eyes a good target. She aims, fires and pow the solid goes into the hole. Logan looks impressed but it was a rather easy shot. Storm eyes the table. Eyeing it up. This time taking a much harder shot. She aims. Fires. Pow, into the pocket. Logan now really impressed. Storm continued to do the angles and movements in her head as if she was a computer mapping it out. Ball after ball she was knocking them in finally leaving the black 8 ball. It was in a very difficult spot with Logan's strips in the way. 

Logan chuckled as Storm looks up from her shock with a wicked grin now really enjoying herself for the moment.

Just as she said it she takes her shot bouncing the cue off the table, off Logan's head, the ball lands back on the table perfectly hitting the black ball and into the pocket scoring her for the win. She sets the pool stick excitedly down on the table raising her hands up cheering while Logan rubs his forehead. She then realizes she must be looking like a fool and quickly lowers her hands and blushes.

Logan rubbed his head but laughed.

"That was the strangest, most amazing shot I have ever seen."

He laughed and saw she was shy about the shy and didn't want to draw too much attention to embarrass her.

"Great job, your better at this then I thought. Remind me next time I do doubles to call you up for my team."

He said and set his pool stick down.

"So want another round? Or you wanna head back to the school and see what's going on?"