<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>Open<br/><hr/>Logan was so lost in his own thoughts and drink that he almost neglected to notice the fact that the Avengers inner sanctum had been invaded. He was drunk and mulling and thinking and he knew that it wasn't a good combination, or a healthy one. But he couldn't help it. A guy that had all the time in the world ended up spending quite a bit of it thinking rather than acting, and drinking rather than... well anything else. Despite his enhanced senses, he was too deep in his thoughts to be brought out immediately.<br/><br/>But it didn't last long. Logan was a warrior and the sound of a fight didn't go unnoticed for long by him. His head snapped up and the his wrist stiffened, the uncomfortable feeling of the muscles in his forearm shifting and powering, the sharp cutting feeling of his claws slipping out of their meat sheath.<br/><br/>He moved out of his hiding place, his face hard and his body tense," Hey," Couldn't exactly call the Enchantress bub," Bitch. Who the hell are you calling mortal?" And then he attacked, moving fast and hard, claws moving slashing for the Asgardian's neck.