Nexus. The Black Dog. Drinking giant robot beer.

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

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"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.

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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."

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

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

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"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.

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

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"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.