(10 months later... )

-Sasha Ross's Point of View:-

Working at another bar in Washington DC called Marv's place, which I find very homey just like ElkFord's former 'The Moonlight Bar', so many memories but, enough of the past I'm living in a city now so, no need for any sad soap opera crap; Many people became friends with some customers. The radio was playing the "One Mississippi" song, lots of customers were usually singing, on a date, cops coming in for burritos: "Wow, the place is packed up!" "I know, Ross. Continues the black woman who was Officer Tarek, she is the first customer I have ever served her drink when she got a hangover from her co-workers 10 months ago, "It is so packed up that I can almost arrest anyone." We laughed until the radio finished singing, I get paid $50 bucks by my new boss Big Mike who owns this bar along with his gamblers from behind; They are nice old people but ain't my type. After my shift ended, I closed the bar and went on riding on my new motorbike, I drove back to Betty's townhouse on the main road almost a couple of minutes away from where I work, and was welcomed by the darkness, "Hello? Betty, I'm home." 

I called out before taking off my boots and leather jacket from the clothes hanger and walking into a paperwork mess on the floor with Betty tapping the desk with her fingers as her hair was a mess; It got me wondering what my sister was doing: "What the hell are you cooking? Smells like fire." "Oh shoot, the blueberry pie!" Betty stormed off to get the pie as we both stare at it, we laughed and started having a conversation about our days. Just like any normal dinner night.

The next day...

Sun was rising through my red curtains, I begin doing my new routine, wore my sweatpants, my big red hoodie, and sneakers by tying my dark brown hair in a ponytail, then I placed my cellphone attached to my mp3-player holder before I took off downstairs. I made my way downstairs but stopped and wondered if I was going too fast to go outside so, I do a little check-up on my older sister Betty, who has been tired since H.Y.D.R.A. sprang back to life once again to hunt down any mutants or kidnap politicians for their own gain; Luckily, none have come to find me yet, and I began feeling worried about her health from the lack of sleep she is having for the past 2 days. 

Without any more explanation, I took a detour to go to the pharmacy to buy a bottle of water and bread; After jogging a bit, I sat down by the bench where people began feeding ducks with bread which I find peaceful, and drank some of my water before I threw it into the garbage next to me; Suddenly, the scenery of a 6:23 in the morning was cut short when more memories of Logan came into view. His warm arms around me, his hot breath making me shiver every time we were inside the old Weapon X lab, his grunts which-damn he's freaking hot breath tickled me and the way he kissed me after rescuing me from drowning inside a lab tube, and the way we made love in my old cabin was something I would never forget but...we both never got the chance to see each other anymore.

I wish I can see him again, I sighed and got up to head home to start fresh again.

Night time...

I started listening to a new song called "Despechá" by a Latina singer that I have no clue who she is but whatever remix or lyrics she created, did have a nice beat and rhythm to the bar that I haven't realized that someone ordered a drink; Immediately, I served the customer his whiskey on the rocks and got a break from my new boss and have left to take a smoke outside. The inner deep thoughts were cut short by my boss calling for me since it's a short break, I get back to work but tonight was different, Ms. Cheng told me I can have a night off because I wasn't myself when I was clearly okay but, she told me otherwise; Friday night, well time to go home now. Packing up my motorcycle keys and my leather jacket off the table, I rode my motorcycle so I can head home but I decided to find an abandoned house that is useful for my claw skills and practice.

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See ya next time, my dweebs!