"Another beer, mister?" said the barkeeper, talking to a man he had never seen before.
"Yeah" said the stranger.
"How come you ain't drunk? That's your twelth beer since you've been here."
"I don't get drunk."
"I guess not. Don't hurt my wallet, though. Call it a night, buddy -- go home to your family."
"Don't got no family."
"Why is that, mister?"
The short man looked down at his glass then started to tell his story...
"I've seen stuff you wouldn't believe, been places like nowhere else, and fought of all types. That was so long ago. I've seen all of my friends and loved one's die, then their children die, then their children die. I miss them all so much.
"First one to go was Xavier. Old age. He was a good man. Taught me a lot.
Four years after that Rogue and 'Ro were killed by assassins. There were nine snipers, one bullet per sniper, three snipers per person. Three bullets for Rogue, three for Ro, and three for me. All of us were shot in the head. Happened so fast, nothing we could do. I have a metal skull. I lived. They didn't.
"After that all went down the cajun left. Never came back, never heard from him again. Can't say I blame him. Years later after old age found its way to Cyke, Jubilee took over as leader of the team. That made me proud.
Cyke then passed on. Old age. Three years later Jean passed away herself. It was on a rainy Saturday. It rained all day. It rained in my heart too. Still does. Don't like thinking about it. Then Jubilee left me. Again old age.
"Hardest was when my daughter died. So smart, so beautiful. She had red hair and green eyes just like her mom. What made it worse was seeing her being raised by another man. She never knew that I was her 'real' dad..."
"Whoa there -- wait a minute, buddy," said the barkeeper with his back towards Logan.
"You're telling me that you were shot in the head and lived? Oh but you got a metal skull. Guess that explains that. Sure, buddy -- I got a metal skull too. So if this story is true then you'd be what, three hundred years old? But how can that be when you don't look a day over thirty? That has got to be one of the biggest and dumbest so-full-of-shit stories I have ever heard, and I hear a lot of them. No more beer for you," said the barkeeper as he turned around to look at the stranger.
He's gone. I didn't even hear him leave... What a strange little man. Got a good imagination though.
The End