Poker Girls

CHAPTER 3 – SCREWDRIVERS

The night went down smothly. All their customers were happy and drooling over their new barman, and because of that they kept paying for drinks just to chat a little with him.
Marie chuckled softly seeing a pair of college girls, probably first timers, doing the best they could to attract the guy’s attention, without success. He was polite, and from time to time he would smirk, but he didn’t talk much nor he smiled to what the desperate women said to him.
Marie found herself a little trapped in Logan’s gaze. In a way, his eyes were hard and a little threatening, a “Don’t mess with me” threat, but a threat nonetheless. But at the same time, she could tell that there was something in his eyes that spoke of a lone soul, with courage and strength, yes, but also full of bad memories. She could relate to that, she told herself, but she wasn’t sure if Logan wanted to relate to anyone.

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The last, drunk, girls were gently pushed in a cab by Piotr, their security guard, while Marie counted that night’s profits, Logan washed the last glasses and the rest of the staff went to change.
Kitty and Bobby had said goodbye and practically runned out of the place when Jubilee came back, wearing a leather skirt, leather boots and a yellow tank top.
“Bet you that they are going to do some kinky stuff right now, hence the hurriness, Chica” she said, putting some lipstick on.
“We can do some kinky stuff ourselves, Cherie, if you allow Remy to take you home” said Remy, appearing from the back door, wearing jeans and a black shirt, with the top buttons open, and a dark brown overcoat. He placed himself behind Jubilee and rubbed her arms. Jubilee stepped in his feet.
“Thanks, but I have to go and watch the plants grow, it’s much more interesting” she said, and with a wave, she took off. Remy followed her, screaming “Remy and Cher can see them grow together!”
Marie laughed, and her laughter was echoed by Ororo’s and Scott’s. “Great night, Marie, we’ll see you tomorrow!” they said, waving.
Marie turned around, and found that Logan was propped in the counter, looking at her. She smiled, and took a paper from her purse.
“Ok, Logan, this night was great, and I believe you aware you have the job” Logan nodded, and Marie continued “Because of the security policy and everything, I need to know a few things, in case of an accident.” Logan didn’t said anything, and Marie took it as an “ok”. “So, I need to know your address, and the phone number of your emergency contact.”
Marie looked at him, and noticed how his shoulders were stiff, like if something she had said or done had botherhim, and he was trying to control and impulse.
“I don’t have a security contact, and I don’t have an address either, I live in a trailer, and I arrived in town just yesterday”.
Marie turned her head slightly “And from where did you came from?”.
“Alberta, Canada. I was working in Laughlin City”
Marie didn’t pushed any further, as it was pretty obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. She placed the paper back in her purse and looked at him.
“I really want to hire you, but you need to find a place to stay. I have the flat above my place for rent. I can rent it to you for as long as you want.” She said, holding her purse.
Logan looked at her with something between surprise and skepticism, but said something that sounded like a yes.
I guess he’s not much into talking… ever Marie thought. “Ok then, I’ll take you there now. It’s not far, so you can take something for the night now and move everything else tomorrow”
He grabbed her leather jacket, and followed her to the door.


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Me: ok, Logan didn’t say much this chapter, but he will in the next one!!
Logan: you better let me say something *gives her a threatening look*
Me: sweetie, I need to tell you, that look gives me the hots, not the creeps.
Logan: *looks down*
Me: anyway, we’ll read each other soon! See yas!