16364/Of Pastries and Time Passing

Of Pastries and Time Passing
Date of Scene:	13 June 2024
Location:	The Dark Side Bakery, Flushing
Synopsis:	Logan walks into The Dark Side - and Shiloh kinda steps in it.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Shiloh Foster

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Wolverine has posed:
Logan's in a rare mood. He does like sweets, but not too often. His treat is usually chilled and kept in a bottle. Still, he does like the ocassional dessert. And that's why Logan is in this bakery. They're open and offer a lot of goodies. So, he's trying to see the offers. See what could sate this craving of his as he looks about. Ocean blue eyes lookign over the goodies.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh looks up from behind the counter as the door chimes with a new entry. There are a couple people sitting at the scattered tables, but it seems most tend to buy their sweet treats and head out to their next venture. "Ello! Welcome to The Dark Side. M'name's Shiloh. Please feel free to take a look around and ask any questions you might have." She speaks with a slightly thick London accent, wears a black apron with the logo of the bakery printed on the front and her name 'Shiloh' embroidered on the top right corner. There are cupcakes, cookies, a few slices of various cakes and whole cakes as well. Some fresh breads and a few basic sandwiches. The place looks like it's either doing light business or still trying to gain it's bearings.

Wolverine has posed:
"Yeah," Logan speak for "Hello." Then he looks at everything, "What's good? What would ya recommend. Feelin' chocolatey," he looks at Shiloh for a moment. He does seem to be out of his depth. However, he's willing to look over everything and take everything openly. Ocean blue eyes look at Shiloh waiting for the expert to speak. His gaze stays on the woman. He waits patiently.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Well, now, that all depends. If you like spicy chocolate, I got a cupcake that's got a bit of a kick. I've also got what I call Caffeine Dream, it's chocolate and coffee. Or I've got a new recipe I'm trying out. It's dark chocolate and raspberry. So depending on if you like things hot, high or fruity.." Shiloh says this with a smirk, leaning against the counter where the cash register is. Though all the goodies are on display behind a case with a top shelf. Giving a tilt of her head, she seems to be studying Logan for an extra minute but doesn't yet say much else.

Wolverine has posed:
"Caffeine Dream?" Then he continues to listen. Honestly, Logan didn't think that chocolate went beyond regular, milk, dark and extra dark. So, all the new layers of spicy and caffeinated takes him back. It's the old fashioned nature coming out.

"What do ya have in different kinds of chocolate, but not goin fer coffee n' spicy," he says thinking on it. This is a little difficult to navigate for him. Ocean blue eyes looking at Shiloh. Despite his face, she could recognize the look. Like a senior citizen that looks overwhelmed by all the new options that came out in the last five to twenty years.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh blinks a moment but then she smiles. "I've got a plain milk chocolate cupcake I can put some frosting on and call it good?" She offers this, smiling all the while. It makes her realize that maybe some people would appreciate the simple things - like plain chocolate or vanilla. Perhaps a mixture of things but nothing too...fancy? Not that she thinks her cupcakes are fancy at all - surely there are better out there - but she stands behind her work! "How about I do that, and I give you one of the other flavors for free so you can try it and see if you like it, hmm?"

Wolverine has posed:
Ocean blues flick back to Shiloh, "Don't mind if ya got somethin' called 'Blackout' 'Death by Chocolate' don't need to keep it that plain," so he's heard of some variation. Not the simplest, but far from too much. "Alright. Why don't we do a regular n' then I'll let ya pick the other one. Something chocolate, call it a leap of faith," he offers as give in a give-take situation. To him that would be enough.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Oh! Yes. I do have a Death by Chocolate sort of thing. It's a milk chocolate cake with dark chocolate cream filling and iced with chocolate icing and chocolate sprinkles." Shiloh says this, then she grabs a small box - it's big enough to hold two cupcakes - and puts one of those in plus the spicy chocolate cupcake. "There we go... is that all or would you like some cookies, or a piece of bread? Cake?" Just tossing things out there to try and sweeten - heh - the deal. (Pun intended)

Wolverine has posed:
"Why do't you throw in one of them," Logan knows that's enough. Plus, now he won't feel as bad about the freebie. So, Logan just waits for everything to get wrapped up. "Nope. Just me eatin' em'," Logan smirks and then just leaves it at that for a second. "If I needed more, I'd be pretty bent outta shape 'bout something," and he was getting past that hump anyway,

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh tilts her head one way and then the other before tossing a cookie into a paper cookie bag. "I'll give you our signature cookie. It's called The Dark Side." She says this and then tilts her head while watching him a little longer. "From what you're buying, seems like something is still weighing on your mind a bit. I've got an ear if you want to enjoy one of your treats, perhaps with a cup of coffee?" Asking this even as she places the box and bag by the register - ringing the items up and offering him a fairly reasonable price.

Wolverine has posed:
A pause comes from Logan, "Usually, I speak to a bar tender about that. Thing is, I'm happy fer her. She made a choice, figured out what she wanted n' I ain't gonna hold someone back if it aint me they wanna go home to," Logan admits honestly. It wasn't weighing on him so much. Maybe it still stung, but that was the truth of the issue to him. A choice and someone didn't want to pick him.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh just gives a sort of 'ah' look on her face and then gives a nod of her head. "I've got a friend who seems to be in a similar situation. Got this lover who ... I guess they still love each other but something is keeping her from staying with him. I don't ask him to go into details..." Which isn't the whole truth, but also isn't a lie. "And I can understand telling your troubles to a bartender. Sometimes it seems that's part of their job. But often enough one can trust the small business owner too..who doesn't have much to live for except the new life they're trying to build."

Wolverine has posed:
"Well, I thought it was it y'know. The first last date, or had the grounds to be it. Nothing's guaranteed." He looks at the woman. "Why doesn't he try to win her back if she's worth fightin' fer? Make a big show? Something!" Logan smirks, "He could do the whole boombox n' Peter Gabriel thing," he shrugs. People would die to know Logan just made a reference about a romantic comedy. An actual, I know what I'm saying, reference.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh shrugs. "Again. It isn't really my place to stick my nose into his other affairs. As long as he also ends up in my bed sometimes too..." There's a little smile that comes along with that and then she waits for him to pay. "But I am likely not the best person to be giving relationship advice. Still, sounds like you got hurt hard. Sucks that it happened... but if you weren't her number one...maybe that's a sign she wasn't worth you time, aye?" Saying and asking this much before she tries to smile still. "Cash or card, love?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Ah," Logan makes an understanding face. He gets the kind of relationship she might have with him. Those ocean blue eyes look toward the woman. "Well, maybe he don't wanna try too hard then," and he will offer her cash. A couple of twenties.

"Eh. I ain't angry. Not anymore. Get into a bar room brawl n' it fixes a few things," it was technically a musing, but it was still a brawl. Technically.

"I was thinkin' the same. I should be someone's number one," and then he looks at her for a moment. "Hopefully yer someone's number one.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh takes the cash and processes the sale, offering him the change. "I can relate to that. Beating the shit out of someone or something can be...pretty satisfying." Not that she has any sort of experience with that. Nope. She catches his gaze, and her sapphire eyes shine back to his.

"But you -were- hurt. That's not nothing. It sucks. I'm glad you seem to be doing better, but heartbreak is a nasty mistress." She offers this and then smirks. "So yeah. I don't get into bar brawls. But I do shove knives into practice dummies. A lot." There's a shrug from her then. Like doing such - for her - is as natural as breathing.

That last comment Logan makes has her giving pause. Briefly but noteable none the less. "You should be someone's number one, yes. If that's what you're looking for..." She breaks their gaze to look down, pushing his purchases towards him. "I don't think I ever will be. I'm...convincing myself that I'm okay with that."

Wolverine has posed:
"It helps if ya get the bags that'll leak. Somethin' catharic, but ya gotta replace it if the stab's good. Expensive habit," oh his voice is heavy with experience there. "It helps to have a hobby like that."

There's a pause from Logan, "Why wouldn't ya be? Ya like stabbin' things, gettin' stabbed by a special knife n' bake dessert? What's not to like? Who's the idiot that ain't makin'a ya number one?" Logan asks her point blank and doesn't shy from those words.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh lets out a chuckle, but it may seem a bit of a forced thing. Like she's trying to laugh off the entire thing. "He's not an idiot for loving someone else. Could argue that I'm the idiot for keeping him around even if I'm not his number one..." She says this much and then takes in a breath. "You probably don't know him so why am I being like this? His name is Remy. Remy LeBeau." She drops the name. Not realizing the impact that very name may have on the man standing in front of her.

Then she tilts her head and smirks. "And by special knife, are you referring to male specific genetalia? Cause, love, let me tell you... I'm not shy about letting men or women in my bed..."

Wolverine has posed:
Hearing that forced reaction. "Yer not an idiot," Logan says honestly then there's a pause after she says his name. "I know Remy." There's a long pause, like maybe Shiloh just alerted someone from Remy's past about his whereabouts. "Remy's..." Logan trails. "Remy was her choice," Logan's just going to be honest on that front. "So, I know how ya feel to have someone not pick ya when Remy's involved," Logan looks at her honestly for a moment. "Find a better guy to get hung up 'bout. Less likely to piss off the wrong guy one day. Ain't my plan to be that guy, but luck runs out fer stupid people," and Logan will leave at that. He can see REmy biting off more than he oculd chew one day. And then someone try to settle a score with the guy.

"I kinda figured ya were open to many people. From my experience most people that are poly are 'least open to expirimentin' or more," not all but most. That's Logan's experience anyway.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
What a small world. And oh how it turns upside down and inside out. Shiloh is silent for the length of time it takes Logan to explain things. "...So you know Rogue then." She offers. "I..." Then she trails. Not really knowing what to say. When Logan tells her to find a better guy to get hung up on and further even drops another hint...she shakes her head. "Oh if only you knew how well I can piss guys off. My father, my ex, some guy I met here none too recently." Several thoughts begin to fill her head, but she won't act on any of them. Not yet. Though her sapphire eyes shift back to find Logan's ocean blue gaze and she smirks, picking up a card and sliding it across the counter.

"I own this bakery. And the apartment above it. This is my personal number. Call me sometime if you want a specific kind of cake. I can do that for you." A genuine offer? Innuendo? It's likely hard to say. Then she moves to clean the counter where some crumbs fell when she was snagging cupcakes. "How the fuck did I end up in this mess..." Muttering that aloud but to herself, unaware of just how well Logan can hear.

Wolverine has posed:
"I'll let ya think fer a second. I come in talkin' bout a woman. A woman that left me fer another guy. Remy's the one guy she left me fer," Logan just lets Shiloh fill in the rest of that for a moment.

A brow raises as he can tell the gears are turning. Long before the sapphire eyes look into his. While Logan isn't looking for -that- kind of cake, the innuendo is not lost on him.

He'll take the card. "What kinda mess is that?" Logan will ask point blank. "Yer makin' it sound more complicated than it is. Guy likes girl, girl ditches other guy, likes guy. So girl likes guy n' guy likes girl. Guy picks girl over different girl," Logan looks at her. "Like a love triangle turned into a line once the loose ends are plucked away. Lest there's a side ya ain't sayin'," Logan points that out pretty quickly.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Nothing that overly complicates things but..." Then Shiloh remembers something she was told. It causes her to almost turn ghostly pale, but she forces a smile anyway. In a split second, it seems she's a bit more put together - but also a bit more cold. "You know what. It's fine. I'll survive it...like I always do." She finishes giving the counter a quick wipe down before stepping back over to the check out counter. "Can I get you anything else?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan just pauses and looks toward Shiloh. "Will ya just get out wit' it. Whatever it is. So many people think I don't wanna hear or know, tell me, cause I can take it. Find me ugly? Fine. Find me a prime candidate to replace creole asshole? Fine. Just out wit' it," Logan's sounding annoyed because so many people want to pull back when he's not a complicated man. "Hell, ya talked 'bout yer delicious cake a second ago n' I ain't talkin' bout the baked good. So out wit' it," Logan, the man of few words just wanting honesty instead of people holding back.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh grins. "Fine. But not here." As in, not in her shop. The other patrons have since left and it's getting later in the afternoon. She could afford to close. So she steps around the counter to the door and pauses. "If you want to hear it, you're welcome to come upstairs with me to my apartment and I'll tell you. If you know Remy you probably know some of these things about him anyway...and something tells me he's not going to end up knowing what you know unless either of us plan to. And I don't plan to." The pause is to give Logan a choice, one last time, to decide if he wants to stay or go. "Say the word and I close, lock up, and we go upstairs. I'm not looking to replace Remy. But having a sounding board who has experience with the man would be...nice...to say the least. Perhaps offer another perspective I haven't seen."

Wolverine has posed:
"Lead the way," is all Logan would say. He understand how nice that soundboard could be. If she could afford it, he would have the time now. If she couldn't they could get together later.