Owner	Pose
Logan	Logan and Sam arrive at Club Evo nearly together. Both are on their bikes, but obviously they rode together. The elder mutant wears the brown bomber coat, a red and black flannel shirt tucked in a pair of blue jeans that hide a milk chocolate brown cowboy boot. Does he look fashionable? Not for this place. However, he manages to get in pretty quick thanks to Sam. And that's when Logan will ask, "Where should we go?" he grunts trying to figure out a good place to go. The pair probably have their own ideas of a good spot. However, Sam's victory in the simulation means Logan won't exactly push his option forward. So, the pair will meander about until the younger mutant makes up his mind. This involves a lot of attention Logan may not be used to. Sam does have an association with the place.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie is directing towards the bar at first at least. He is wearing a Lila concert Tee, and a black jacket over it. He waves a hand to the bartender as they gets near, leaning over to tell the man, what he wants, and Logan's drinks are on the house.
Shiloh	At the bar sits a familiar face. Well. She's sort of sitting, sort of standing. She's got her usual gin and tonic in front of her, which she's sipping on occassion while chatting up the other bartender. She's dressed a bit more modestly than normal and every once in a while seems to look around as if looking out for someone.
Logan	"Bar? Booth? Where we sitin', Sammy? Yer place. Yer victory," Logan says to Sam and he gives the mutant a nod. It's all respect. Logan understands the situation. Plus, he did in the danger room. Whatever small victory he can help contribute to, Logan will help. He might notice Shiloh looking about for a familiar face. However, a few people are looking for those, too. The Canadian isn't against meeting people. Right now, he's -trying- to keep a low profile. Plans may not go that way.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Well, I figure the bar, unless you prefer to grab a booth against one of the walls." He knows Logan has enemies and figures the man may feel better where he can see the whole place. He looks over and says "Hey Shiloh, how you tonight?"
Shiloh	Shiloh perks at the familiar voice and turns to look at Sam and his company. "Heya Sam. I'm doing alright... for the most part. How about yourself?" She then side-eyes the man next to Sam and tilts her head. "Looooogan...right? I think I met you for a moment...outside the mansion was it?" Trying to put memories together and then she looks back to Sam. "Speaking of the mansion. Thank you -so- much for that not-date the other night... Remy was sooo jealous..."
Logan	"Been a minute, but yeah. Yer the donut maker, right?" Logan recalls, he knows he's in the ball park on career. Not everyone is a merchant of pasteries. He may not have the name right, but to him that's semantics. "Bar's fine," Logan will say and sit a spot. A brow goes up at the name, but he'll just signal for the nearest tender. "Beer. Stop shelf. Nothin' domestic," and he'd focus more ont he drink than the conversation being had with him. Logan's just trying to keep his mouth shut.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and says "Hey, Ah did not say anything to him, Ah figured would let you be the one to tell him, Ah promised did not try to make him jealous." He says and looks over to the bartender, and gets himself a beer as well.
Shiloh	Shiloh lights up a cigarette and shakes her head. "Oh no. I told him. I told him all about how we went to dinner and a movie and..." She just grins at that. "But it did the trick. Got his attention..." Then she shifts her attention back to Logan for a moment. "More than just donuts, but yeah. I own and run the Darkside Bakery over in Flushing." A psue. "Shiloh Foster's the name. Friends call me Shy."
Logan	A nod comes from Logan. "Should I leave you two alone?" he asks before the beer comes. He picks up enough details from the talk. Taking the beer, when it actually comes, he'll knock it back. Just letting the liquid run down his throat. Enjoying the cold familiarity, minor burn that last a few seconds and that's about it. "Nice to meet ya proper, Shiloh," he gives the woman a nod. "Shy," he'll amend.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie says, "Na, it is all good, she and Ah am just friends, she and Remy have been seeing one another. We went out to hang out and see a movie just to hang out and not be going alone. You know how the Cajun can be." He says"
Shiloh	"I'm starting to wonder about his reputation... it's almost like you either love the guy or hate him." Shiloh offers. "He's gotten me out of a few tough spots though, and beneath that smooth talking visage is actually a guy with a heart." A beat passes. "Almost." Then she laughs. "Anyway. We can even stop talking about him. What brings you two here? I mean, I know Sam manages the place but you look like a sore thumb out in the desert..."
Logan	Logan will down the beer pretty quick. He'll set the bottle down with a "Clack!" Pointing to the spot in front of him, when the tender eyes him. Logan waits for the second. His gaze forward, "Yeah. I know," Logan says to Sam's comment about the Cajun. The words are harsher than Logan means. "Trust me. His rep is worse than ya heard," and Logan will leave it there. He'll work slowly on the next beer. "What brings you out here?" Then the sore thumb comment rolls forward, "Good beer is wherever ya find it. Sammy did good tonight n' he offered free beer. I ain't gonna say 'No.'" He smirks. Logan doesn't care thatn he sticks out like a sore thumb.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Yea, Ah have been trying to make sure we have the beers some of our friends like, Logan's here was a bit harder to find, we just got it in, so wanted him to make sure it was legit." He looks over to Logan to let the man confirm it.
Shiloh	Shiloh frowns a little and then finishes her drink. "It's a long story. Short version is...I couldn't stay where I was, so I came here. Set up shop. Now I'm just trying to survive." She finishes her cigarette too and then glances to Sam. "I think he's gonna pay more attention now...maybe...I know I won't ever be her...so I just gotta try and keep him around." She lets those words settle. "You should both pop by the bakery sometime soon. I've got some new treats that I could use some opinions on... my treat for the first round, yes?" Then she reaches into her clutch, pulls out a $100 and places it on the bar. "Thanks for the drinks, Jim. See you next time." A smile to Sam. "I'll leave you two to your night..."