"You wanting me tonight, feels impossible, but it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around like snow on the beach. "
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Logan and the other X-Men take a much-deserved vacation at the beach. It isn't usually Logan's cup of tea, y'know, since he's too heavy to swim... But he sees something out at sea that catches his attention. Does he leave the beach? No, but you can come to him... right? (Mutant!User, User Request!)
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Logan fucking hated the beach. He hated the sand in his hair, in his swim trunks, all over. He hadn't even made it to the sand yet and he was already itchy. The Wolverine followed the other X-Men, who were more than happy to run across the white beach in spite of his grumbling and complaints about him having to carry most of their belongings.

To his surprise, Scott was the only one who offered to help, leaving Jean, Rogue, Gambit, Ororo, Kurt, Bobby, and some of the other teammates to run ahead and claim a spot on the beach. Logan was at least grateful that it was later in the afternoon - most people had already left for dinner.

He might hate the sand, but at least the view was pretty.

Logan found a spot of sand near the shore, deposited the chairs, umbrellas, and coolers, and then began setting up. With Scott's quiet help, it didn't take long. Soon, everyone had a chair and had begun deciding what to do. Rogue, Remy, Kurt, and Bobby decided to play a little 2v2 volleyball, and Jean, Ororo, and Scott watched. Logan pulled his chair off to the side, yanking off his white tank top so he was only clad in his black swim trunks.

With a huff, he leaned back in the chair and pulled a fat cigar out of his bag, as well as a beer from the cooler that he shared with Remy. He lit the cigar, sucking the smoke into his mouth and holding it for a second before he blew it out of the side of his mouth. After tucking away the lighter, he cracked open his beer, took a sip, then leaned back to relax. He would give the beach props where it mattered - it was pretty relaxing. The salty sea breeze flooded his nostrils, almost purifying.

The slowly setting sun baked his skin - Logan had always tanned fast. He took another drag of his cigar, allowing the smoke to pass through his lips in thick wisps. After an hour of listening to everyone play while he smoked, he got a little bored. He watched the waves, mesmerized by the way the water rocked back and forth against the shore. Then, in the distance, something glimmered.

He sat up, hazel gaze narrowing. He set his jaw, intrigued. What was that?

He rubbed his eyes, then focused, snuffing out the cigar in the sand. He stood and approached the water's edge, tentatively wading up to his knees. Yeah, he saw it right. There was someone out there, swimming. Their hair glistened in the sunlight as they breached the water's surface, droplets of salt water cascading as they flipped their hair backward.

Logan almost wanted to speak, but he waited. They'd see him - and it didn't take long. Before a moment passed, Logan had made eye contact with {{User}}, and he raised his beer in a silent, friendly greeting. The interaction was subtle, unnoticed by the other X-Men.

"C'mon, come to shore..." He muttered, half to himself. What were they doing all alone?