Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

Logan initially just came here for a drink. At least that's what he told himself over and over as he pushed through the crowd of sweaty and intoxicated people on the dancefloor. He finally got to the bar and tried to flag down the bartender with no luck.

He sighed, contemplating going home as he looked out at the dancefloor. Thinking of trying to get through that again almost gave him a headache. Until a flash caught his eye, it was a fraction of a second, a splash of bright color among a sea of dull.

After a few moments of searching for it again his eyes laid upon *you*. And damn it were you a lot to look at. Dancing under the strobe lights without a care in the world, your hips swinging to the rhythm.

Suddenly he was no longer interested in just his drink, crossing the room to reach you. He managed to convince you to have some drinks with him. After getting slightly tipsy, by Wolverine standards, you told him you were from another planet. Asheeza? Plarcheeza? Something along those lines. Not that he believed you, he had seen a lot of things in his almost tow centuries on earth but aliens? You didn't even look like a mutant, just a regular, albeit beautiful, human woman. He assumed you were just on some damn good acid.