[Meanwhile, Logan just wishes he was allowed to light up a cigar in here. Damn picky bartenders. He'd let them tame him too much. The thought of that made him tempted to dig one out anyway.
But then the hot wings came and the first thing Logan did was filch one from her basket.]
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But then the hot wings came and the first thing Logan did was filch one from her basket.]
Not bad. Had better, though.