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Nexus. The Black Dog. Drinking giant robot beer.

The bar is in a warehouse. To a human perspective it's vast and echoing. To the usual denizens of the place it's snug and inviting.

Some of those denizens are busy at the tables as Logan walks across the floor. The laughter and joking they put out sounds no different than what you'd hear in any other watering hole, though the ringing clank that brings Logan's eyes over to a table near the middle of the room would have been a thump in most places.

"Settle down, you runts," she tells the pair of robots, who resemble movie Jazz except that one is cobalt blue and the other is dark green with bright blue optics.

"We bein' good," responds the blue one in a deep smooth voice as his green optics twinkle down at the tiny woman. "You want up on this?" He taps the table.

"Nah. I'm sittin' on the bar with the kid." She shrugs and glances at Rei to see how she's doing.

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Reiko stays near Logan looking at the other patrons of the bar only slightly. The place, even though there are beings that aren't human there, it's like the few bars she had been in with her Logan.

She gives Logan a faint smile. "Cozy place. Reminds me a lot of Harry's only larger clientele."

"Should'a seen it when Blue was runnin' things." Logan pauses as something about the size of a robin hovers in front of her for a moment, then watches the little junk bot zip away before resuming her walk to the bar.

"Beer?" calls a deep alto from the bar.

"Yeah, she wants hers room temperature."

Reiko jumped slightly hearing the voice, not expecting it. "Yeah, chilling it ruins the flavor."

Not to mention Sensitive teeth... She knew that her world's group would be looking for her soon, but she didn't care at the moment. Whatever had gotten Creed and Mistique to get her she knew they'd have gone early enough to buy her a few hours to figure out what she was going to do.

"Need a lift?" A white mech with black and red markings looks down with a grin from where he's leaning against the bar with a foot up on the rail.

"Kid?" Logan checks to see if her companion is okay with this.

"Huh, yeah sure." She nodded. "Thank you."

"I'm fine Logan, just startled a moment." She flashed a smile.

"Hurry it up, Doc, I ain't got all day." Logan crouches slightly and then springs aboard before the bot's hand has fully reached the floor. "Oh yeah. Kid, this's Ratchet. Doc... did I git yer name, kid?"

"No." Ratchet laughs, putting his other hand down to steady her. "That would mean you had manners."

She climbed onto the hand smiling a little. "Reiko, You guys can call me Rei. I'm no child." She grinned.

Logan shrugs and settles her butt against one of Ratchet's fingers. "Y'git as old as me 'n Doc, 'n maybe I'll remember that."

Ratchet just shakes his head as he gently lifts the two women to the bar top. "It's nice to meet you, Rei."

"Oh god I hope I don't get as old as you. My family doesn't have as good of genetics." Rei grinned.

"Nice to meet you too doctor." She smiled at him giving a polite bow as she stepped off his hand.

Logan just snorts and smirks as she heads for a table and chairs that's set up on the bar.

"I haven't actually been a doctor since I died," says Ratchet, smiling. "For the past two thousand years I've been a messenger instead."

She looked of over at Logan. "What? You know it's true." She rolled her eyes a little.

"Two... Interesting... You have her beat then." She smiles. "I would have taken you for fifty at least."

"There's other thing's I'd call my genes." Logan seats herself comfortably and addresses the huge tankard of beer that a spiky dark green Decepticon femme sets in front of her.

"No. I've been dead for two thousand years," says Ratchet. "I lived for about nine million."

Rei blinks. "Nine..." She shook her head. "Now I think I'm glad that I'm not feeling it..."

She made her way to the table in shock.

"First time ya ever meet a ghost, kid?" Logan sets down her tankard and goes after the plate of marinated steak strips that Nemesis has left for her as well.

"Not really. I've met other ghosts... just the first one that's solid..." She looked back to Ratchet. "No offense."

Logan looks over at the empty space where the mech had been and snorts. "He's some fancy messenger, so he gits perks."

"Do you want a snack?" Nemesis returns, a massive black dog held under one of her arms as it paws at her with one white paw and gives her beseeching looks with its bright blue eyes.

Rei shook her head. "Guess so."

When Nemesis asked about snacks she nodded. "Have cheese fries? Lee got me hooked on em."

"...I have poutine." Nemesis shifts the dog to both arms and rubs his back as he whimpers and clicks and squirms.

"That'll do." She nodded. "Thank you."

"Archiva, small poutine." There's an edge of command in the otherwise young sounding femme's voice, and another femme, slender and white, with blue optics, hurries into the kitchen to comply. "Aleph, the back table."

"Affirmation, attending back table." A cyclopean mech responds mechanically.

"What's wrong with the runt, Nem?" Logan frowns as the black dog gives an unhappy squeal and pushes at Nemesis with his nose.

"Tired and wants to snuggle." Dark optics the red of a fox's coat look down at the fuzzy being, and then Nemesis pulls a clear tube from a compartment on her body and offers it to him. "Here... eat."

The dog notices the tube and clicks irritably, but then settles down to drink as Nemesis walks over to talk to another customer.

Logan shakes her head, her expression showing sympathy, as she picks up her tankard again.

Reiko watches a moment then wraps her hands around her drink. "I think I like this place more than Harry's. The characters are more interesting."

"Startin' with the teenage mother that runs the place?" Logan frowns and rumbles as she drinks.

"She seems like she's doing okay. I mean she owns the place right? That's better than a lot of teens."

"Most teens ain't around five months old." Yes, mother instinct is interfering with her beer and raw steak enjoyment here. Typical Logan.

But then she relaxes as she sees Nemesis go and plunk down in a corner booth to hold Pooka and just let him cuddle.

She blinks. "Five... months...."

"They don't age like us." Logan drinks deeply. "Most the time they don't have kids either."

"Poutine." Archiva grins pleasantly as she sets a massive plate of fries, cheese, and gravy in front of Rei.

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