[Tommy curses and fumbles the catch, his legs flailing to get a grip. The stool rocks back with an alarming clunk, and pitches him straight into the bar counter top. He barely catches himself before he hits it with an oof, and pushes himself back upright with affront. He waves the caught prize in his hands at Logan.]
Hey! Why dontcha warn a fella next time, huh?
[A grudging pause as he uses it to light his cigarette on his first try, slipping his own one back into his pocket. He adjusts his shades as he turns to face Logan, lighter dangling from his fingertips.]
But thanks. [Two fingers flick out in a parody of a salute.] 'ppreciate it.
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Hey! Why dontcha warn a fella next time, huh?
[A grudging pause as he uses it to light his cigarette on his first try, slipping his own one back into his pocket. He adjusts his shades as he turns to face Logan, lighter dangling from his fingertips.]
But thanks. [Two fingers flick out in a parody of a salute.] 'ppreciate it.