Sneaking up on the Wolverine is a decent way to get a few extra holes to breathe through, but the voice that startles him is one he intimately knows.

"Storm."

"Yeah, whatever-" Logan just hands over the whole flagon to the woman he'd been speaking to, splashing wine down the front of her prettily wrapped toga, and turns aside to pull his friend into a tight hug. The woman and her ruined toga? She stomps off in a huff.

"Christ, are you a sight for sore eyes. I thought I was the only one in this shitshow."