<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.dinoray.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/wolverine-smoking-feature-290x290.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine<br/><strong>Location:</strong>NYC, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong>Up, up, up the Elevator, to the Lounge<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traditional coat over plain white tank top, worn denim jeans and worn combat boots.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Jessica Drew, Steve Rogers, Open<br/><hr/>A gentle nod and a salute consiting of taking the cigar out his mouth and raising it in Steve's general direction was the effort that Logan put into greeting Steve. Rogers was a good guy. Honest and loyal, almost to a fault on both counts, He was a sharp thinker and a damn good fighter, putting Logan on his back a handful of times when they decided to spar together. Sure, Logan didn't really appreciate the whole patriotism thing, and Rogers was a bit too much of a boy scout, in his honest opinion, but he earned the right to be whatever he wanted to be. Besides, he was Canadian.<br/><br/>Taking a long drag from his cigar, before placing it in a crystal to his left and took another long and hearty swing from his bottle, he turned to Natasha," Ah... nah, Summers is holding a big New Years party at the School. Ororo invited me, but since it's a school party, there's no smoking and," He raised his bottle," Definitely no alcohol. But if I know Beast, he'll be turning up here once he's finished appearing at Scott's party," He tipped the bottle back again. Not a single buzz yet. Damn.<br/><br/>He turned around halfway in his seat when Jessica asked him a question. Damn, wasn't everyone chatty tonight. Except Steve. Good on you, Steve," I uh..." he cleared his throat to give himself time to remember. In truth, that time in his life was a little fuzzy in the memory department," I was in Vietnam in 69. Trudging through rice paddies and going on black ops. I don't think I got back to the States until the 80s. That was a weird era," He said, more to himself than anyone else.<br/><br/>And then Banner showed up. The other 'animal' of the Avengers, although, granted, he had been here first. Whenever the two got together they usually ended up butting heads, literally more often than not. Pitting the two of them against each other was the incarnation of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Two indestructable fellows having it out. Good times.<br/><br/>He showed a middle finger at Banner before returning to his drink.