The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

Did Logan know a god damn thing about working in a book store? No. Did he care to actually learn? Also no. But he was there at the shop at least! Which was probably the first step or something stupid like that.

You know. Like going to the gym. Just getting there.

There was the requisite flag of a country that gained independence from England (September 3rd) up that he certainly didn't have a hand in. But it was there and that was all that was important.

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[napking]

Gray was on his way back from taking a load of Converse to Raiden's place (Raiden: resigned) so Graham could have his closet back when he noticed that the bookstore was open! Perfect! Another chance to get that hot pirate to--

"You're not the hot pirate." How dare, Logan!

[theworst_verine]

"What."

No, he was the hot mutant. Or something.

[napking]

"You're hot, though." Gray, why were you like this? "Ugh, am I gonna have to read books now?" He always fell asleep in the middle, Logan.

[theworst_verine]

Wow, that was blunt. But he didn't know how to work the register, so good lucky there, Gray. You got lucky this time.

"Not sure what reading has to do with that," Logan replied dryly.

[napking]

Gray draped himself against some conveniently placed bit of shelving, because standing upright was too much work. "Everyone who works here is hot," he explained.

All two of you.

"How dare you?"

[theworst_verine]

Logan just stared at him like he was a particularly weird bug. Because he was 'that murder guy' before dealing with Deadpool and the TVA who were all just weirdly thirsty.

Just so weirdly thirsty.

"Not interested, kid."

[napking]

"Oh." Gray yawned. "Are you a eunuch, too?" Yes, Flint had told him he wasn't a eunuch, but he was conveniently ignoring that right now.

[theworst_verine]

"What? Too?" Oh, he had so many questions about Flint now.

[napking]

"So you are a eunuch. Dammit." Oh, well. He could still look.

[theworst_verine]

"Look, kid. Whatever this is? No." He had stuff in his life already! Weird stuff! That he did not understand or try to understand.

[napking]

"This is just me," Gray protested. "Being all cute and twinky and unappreciated. And..." He grabbed a book at random off a shelf. "Buying this book." So there.

Somewhere, Vanessa was sharpening the bagel knife.

[theworst_verine]

The audience wanted what the audience wanted!

"Buying a book." He looked down at what Gray was buying. "A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking?"

Was this what you wanted, Gray? Was it?

[napking]

No, but what he wanted no one wanted to give him for some reason.

"...Yes," Gray said in the most 'no' way possible. He could give it to Alastair for Christmas maybe.

[theworst_verine]

Logan stared at the register for a good, long while. Then at the book. Then the register. Then just put his hand up to the side of it to oh so subtly stab it open.

Was it subtle? Well, as subtle as a dude with hand blades could be.

"Ten bucks."

[napking]

Did those knives come out of his hands? "That's so hot." Gray. No.

[theworst_verine]

"Is your last name Wilson by any chance?" Because what.

[napking]

"No," Gray said, confused now. "I don't have a last name." See, Logan? You had so much in common! "Those are for mortals." Duh.

[theworst_verine]

Technically he had one! He just did not use it. Ever.

"Don't worry about it."

Mortals? Okay, if this turned into some weird fight about saving humanity or something, he was going to be so mad.

[napking]

"Wasn't planning to," Gray assured him. "Oh, right. I owe you ten bucks...are you sure I can't pay some other way?" This wasn't a porno, Gray. This was a community post.

[theworst_verine]

Logan narrowed his eyes at him. "Cash only."

He needed to be wined and dined and kidnapped from his own reality by a manic pixie dream girl named Wade Wilson first.

[napking]

"Who the heck carries cash any more?" Cash? Logan, what was this, a drug deal?

[theworst_verine]

Look, if you thought either Flint or Logan could manage a credit card machine...

"People who want to buy things."

[napking]

Gray had been going to pay with his phone, actually.

"In 1974, maybe. Ugh, just keep the book. I'll come back later." Was that a threat? "With cash."

[theworst_verine]

Weirdly Apple Pay was a thing here. Maybe. There was an apple near the register at least.

"I'll make sure to keep it for you." He'd shove it in the stacks with no regard for where it went.

[napking]

If Gray brought him ten apples could he exchange it for a book? Were they on the barter system now?

"Think of me fondly!" Gray called back to Logan as he left the store.

[the_best_sister]

It wasn’t so much that Yelena needed a book that made her enter the store. No,it was the fact that she spotted Logan and decided to see how Grumpy McSourPuss was fitting in.

“Oh! It’s you!” Yelena said cheerfully pretending she hadn’t noticed him. “Hi! How you holding up, Logan?”

[theworst_verine]

He was doing great! Had a job and a place to live! And no one asked him about cocaine so far. A mild step up from before.

"Yelena," he replied dryly. Because he could just feel how much it delighted her to annoy him. It was a sixth sense. "I'm working."

He was standing around, not even trying to do the job, to be honest.

[the_best_sister]

“I can tell,” Yelena said with a slow nod of mock approval. “Your customer service skills are so warm and inviting.”

[theworst_verine]

"Are you buying a book or annoying me?" Because he liked to think he knew the answer to that.

[the_best_sister]

“I was going to browse a bit but you’ve won me over,” Yelena snarked back as she reached over and grabbed a random book and put it on the counter without even looking at the cover. “Great salesmanship. Say, how good are you with an Allen wrench and basic instructions?”

[theworst_verine]

WELL, SHIT. He eyed the cash register warily because this wasn't part of his training. His training was mostly agreeing on the subject of violence with Flint.

"Bad." Don't you rope him into this! "Why?"

[the_best_sister]

“I have a bunch of IKEA furniture that needs to be put together,” Yelena said, pretty sure that was going to be his response. “I’m sure you’re much better at it than you think. It’s happening Friday and other people will be there. You should come.”

And with a smirk: “There will be booo—ooze!”

[theworst_verine]

"Maybe." He needed something to prove to Laura that he was doing fine here and didn't need to be checked up on. She'd give him disappointed looks. He really didn't know if he could handle those right now.

[the_best_sister]

“Good, I’ll see you there,” Yelena replied as if he said yes. “How much for the book?”

C’mon Logan. You work that register!

[theworst_verine]

Maybe he'd be late! And only drink in the back of the group! You don't know him!

Logan narrowed his eyes at her before going to stab the register in the same spot he had with Gray. But, you know, same level of subtly. No one would notice it being the cause of the thing popping open. Definitely not a spy.

"Ten bucks."

He was assuming all the books cost that because reasons.

[the_best_sister]

What else is he going to do on a Friday night? Read a book about WWII? Order some jorts and white New Balance sneakers?

“That sounds like a bargain,” Yelena said and took mercy on him by paying in exact change. However she frowned when she saw the cover.

Now the gag had gone too far.

[theworst_verine]

He was going to sit alone and think about his past mistakes! A perfectly valid and healthy thing!

"Enjoy the book." Read all about those sparkly vampires, Yelena! For him!