[ she absolutely sees the way he stares, just a little bit, when she steps out in the little dress she'd grabbed when they went shopping. notices the way he pauses, and blinks a little, and she smiles back to him as she pulls on her jacket. it's... nice. to be noticed. to know that he's noticing. which is... god. she's feeling that kind of silly fluttering back in her chest again, but part of her thinks it's okay. thinks its even more okay as they step out and he suggests they walk.
the town is small - only a few streets with homes and businesses interspersed. karen finds herself window shopping a bit as they walk, pointing out some of the things in the shop windows, tucking her arm through logan's elbow as they make it down the couple of blocks to the shop.
it's not even really dinner time by the time he holds open the door and she steps inside, but when she sees the small group of locals around the pool table, she supposes it doesn't matter too much. ]
More than you know. [ is her answer as they find their way to the bar, a little off to the side, closer to the till than the door, and she watches logan pull out a chair and then immediately decide against it. it has karen laughing a little, as she slides into her own chair, and then biting at her lower lip to stop herself from laughing too much, as she waits for him to settle.
the woman manning the bar arrives a few moments later, and Karen ends up ordering a beer to start and asking if they have any fried food. mostly fries and onion rings, and maybe some wings too, hun, but I'd have to check. karen asks if they have a burger and some fries, she'd be so happy, but a basket of onion rings works too, and the woman takes logan's order too - if he has one, drops off their drinks, and disappears back into the kitchen after that.
karen glances over to the guys at the pool table and how one of them definitely watched her and logan walk in, but she shrugs it off after another moment. they're not locals, so of course they'll draw eyes. ]
Alright. [ she takes a sip of her beer, turning to face logan with another smile. ] Favorite bar- any state, any place. No limitations. Go.
[ He sees Karen looking, takes a look himself, but around here, they're always drawing a little attention. Besides, they're obviously locals from the waitress hanging around to chat. Nobody after Karen's gonna be a local.
His beer bottle slides across the counter. Ah, yeah, it's that time again, when Karen pokes at him for conversation—and he doesn't mind it, actually. He tilts his head. It's more than thinking about it; he's trying to remember if there's anything in the first place. ]
Milwaukee, probably, back when everybody was coming for the steel mills. Must've shut down years ago.
[ More recently? More recently, he's been—well, not drinking at bars so he can rate them out of ten, that's for damn sure. Sometimes, it's still a little weird, digging through memories he's only got a half-assed grasp on, but it's not bad, either. He's spent so long searching for the stuff that hurts. Never did bother with the things that he'd told himself didn't matter, the haphazard day-to-day shit like what bar he drank at in 1937. Not 'til Karen started asking.
He pushes the basket of onion rings between them, taking one for himself. They're greasy, the breading sliding off, but it's about what you'd get at four in the afternoon in a town of what feels like fifty. ] You? Someplace we oughta check out when we're back in Hell's Kitchen?
[ We. He can't decide if he said it deliberately or not. He doesn't regret it, though. ]
[ karen catches just a glimpse out of logan taking a look at the others in the bar, and notices the way he barely notices them. doesn't seem to care that they're here. she notices the way she physically relaxes at that moment, recognizing that if he doesn't see any issue with it, then maybe it is okay. maybe it can just be an easy afternoon at the bar. ]
Milwaukee, huh? [ she smiles around the neck of her beer bottle, poking at him for more information, especially since he seems open to it now. she turns in her chair, one elbow on the bar, her body turned fully to him. ] What'd you like about it? I can't imagine they had amazing cocktails back in the day.
[ she doesn't push on more recently - she assumes a whole collection of things, from the fact he just hasn't let himself enjoy anything for a while, to the fact he just hasn't. gone to any good places in the last couple of years. karen can't remember the last time she was in a dive like this, let alone being someone who keeps moving as much as logan seems to be.
part of her does want to know, she can't help but be curious about him, about the lives he's lived, the places he's been. but she also wants to be careful with his memory loss, doesn't want to make him feel like she's pushing on something that's already a sore spot.
the bartender tosses them the plate of onion rings and Karen gives the woman a smile, a thank you, ma'am as she takes two and stuffs them directly into her mouth. they're barely decent, but they're warm and greasy and they fit the image karen's been feeling settle around her - small town bar, filled with nineties country music and a bunch of locals in the...well, later afternoon. maybe early evening. you? logan asks, and Karen lifts a brow at him, then shrugs as she bites off some of the extra breading from her fingertips. ]
Josie's. It's something of a local legend- makes this place look like a five star hotel. [ her smile turns a bit...conspiratorial? knowing? and also a little sad. ] The lawyer- Matt? And uh- Foggy. [ logan's heard foggy's name enough of the last couple of days. karen's kept a decent enough schedule turning on her phone only once or twice a day, just to answer his increasingly upset texts. logans also probably gotten at least one exhausted rant about how foggy doesn't get it, any of this, even though he tries, and...
it's easier to talk about foggy than matt. the lawyer. karen takes another sip. ] They've been going for years, used to have this insane tab they kept, and the place was just kind of gross. The most dive bar of dive bars, and the people there were terrifying. [ a pause, and then a shake of her head. ] Until you got to know them, and then you kind of realized that all people are just... people. [ there a pause there where Karen looks like she's going to say something and then decides against it, instead tipping the neck of her bottle of beer in his direction. ]
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the town is small - only a few streets with homes and businesses interspersed. karen finds herself window shopping a bit as they walk, pointing out some of the things in the shop windows, tucking her arm through logan's elbow as they make it down the couple of blocks to the shop.
it's not even really dinner time by the time he holds open the door and she steps inside, but when she sees the small group of locals around the pool table, she supposes it doesn't matter too much. ]
More than you know. [ is her answer as they find their way to the bar, a little off to the side, closer to the till than the door, and she watches logan pull out a chair and then immediately decide against it. it has karen laughing a little, as she slides into her own chair, and then biting at her lower lip to stop herself from laughing too much, as she waits for him to settle.
the woman manning the bar arrives a few moments later, and Karen ends up ordering a beer to start and asking if they have any fried food. mostly fries and onion rings, and maybe some wings too, hun, but I'd have to check. karen asks if they have a burger and some fries, she'd be so happy, but a basket of onion rings works too, and the woman takes logan's order too - if he has one, drops off their drinks, and disappears back into the kitchen after that.
karen glances over to the guys at the pool table and how one of them definitely watched her and logan walk in, but she shrugs it off after another moment. they're not locals, so of course they'll draw eyes. ]
Alright. [ she takes a sip of her beer, turning to face logan with another smile. ] Favorite bar- any state, any place. No limitations. Go.
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His beer bottle slides across the counter. Ah, yeah, it's that time again, when Karen pokes at him for conversation—and he doesn't mind it, actually. He tilts his head. It's more than thinking about it; he's trying to remember if there's anything in the first place. ]
Milwaukee, probably, back when everybody was coming for the steel mills. Must've shut down years ago.
[ More recently? More recently, he's been—well, not drinking at bars so he can rate them out of ten, that's for damn sure. Sometimes, it's still a little weird, digging through memories he's only got a half-assed grasp on, but it's not bad, either. He's spent so long searching for the stuff that hurts. Never did bother with the things that he'd told himself didn't matter, the haphazard day-to-day shit like what bar he drank at in 1937. Not 'til Karen started asking.
He pushes the basket of onion rings between them, taking one for himself. They're greasy, the breading sliding off, but it's about what you'd get at four in the afternoon in a town of what feels like fifty. ] You? Someplace we oughta check out when we're back in Hell's Kitchen?
[ We. He can't decide if he said it deliberately or not. He doesn't regret it, though. ]
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Milwaukee, huh? [ she smiles around the neck of her beer bottle, poking at him for more information, especially since he seems open to it now. she turns in her chair, one elbow on the bar, her body turned fully to him. ] What'd you like about it? I can't imagine they had amazing cocktails back in the day.
[ she doesn't push on more recently - she assumes a whole collection of things, from the fact he just hasn't let himself enjoy anything for a while, to the fact he just hasn't. gone to any good places in the last couple of years. karen can't remember the last time she was in a dive like this, let alone being someone who keeps moving as much as logan seems to be.
part of her does want to know, she can't help but be curious about him, about the lives he's lived, the places he's been. but she also wants to be careful with his memory loss, doesn't want to make him feel like she's pushing on something that's already a sore spot.
the bartender tosses them the plate of onion rings and Karen gives the woman a smile, a thank you, ma'am as she takes two and stuffs them directly into her mouth. they're barely decent, but they're warm and greasy and they fit the image karen's been feeling settle around her - small town bar, filled with nineties country music and a bunch of locals in the...well, later afternoon. maybe early evening. you? logan asks, and Karen lifts a brow at him, then shrugs as she bites off some of the extra breading from her fingertips. ]
Josie's. It's something of a local legend- makes this place look like a five star hotel. [ her smile turns a bit...conspiratorial? knowing? and also a little sad. ] The lawyer- Matt? And uh- Foggy. [ logan's heard foggy's name enough of the last couple of days. karen's kept a decent enough schedule turning on her phone only once or twice a day, just to answer his increasingly upset texts. logans also probably gotten at least one exhausted rant about how foggy doesn't get it, any of this, even though he tries, and...
it's easier to talk about foggy than matt. the lawyer. karen takes another sip. ] They've been going for years, used to have this insane tab they kept, and the place was just kind of gross. The most dive bar of dive bars, and the people there were terrifying. [ a pause, and then a shake of her head. ] Until you got to know them, and then you kind of realized that all people are just... people. [ there a pause there where Karen looks like she's going to say something and then decides against it, instead tipping the neck of her bottle of beer in his direction. ]
Josie's going to love you.