The scene opens out onto the interior of the famous White Horse Tavern in New York, early in the evening. Inside the Tavern, the hustle and bustle of the city around it is but a distant memory, replaced with a calm and relaxed atmosphere as various tourists and New Yorker's enjoy their Friday.

Aside from the sound of talking and laughter, the clinking of glasses and scraping of cutlery across the plate fill the background with a pleasant hubbub.

Into this, steps Heinrich von Richtoven, dressed for the mild weather outside with a stylishly cut black leather coat and thick woollen grey scarf over a charcoal black jumper, grey Levi 501's and a pair of comfortable sneakers.

He glances around the Tavern, eyes glancing over the patrons, but not seeing Logan amongst them, he consoles himself by heading to the bar, and waiting barman.

(Barman): What can I get you sir?

(Heinrich): Erm…

He glances over the numerous beers and ales on offer, before gesturing at one off camera.

(Heinrich): I’ll take a pint of that one please.

(Barman): Fine choice sir.

As the barman moves to fill the pint glass, Heinrich’s attention is drawn by the sound of Logan Neilson’s voice coming from the back of the Tavern.

(Logan): Oi! Oi Heinrich! Back here!

The camera pans around, bringing Logan Neilson, already seated at a booth at the back of the Tavern, waving his free hand in the air to catch Heinrich’s attention.

(Barman): That’ll be $4.50 sir.

Heinrich hands over a note, muttering to the barman about keeping the change, before taking his beer, and making his way to Logan’s booth, sliding in on the other side of the table.

(Logan): Awright stranger. What ye been up tae?

(Heinrich): This and that mate. Parties, hot girls, and being bitten by your co-workers. You?

(Logan): Gah, been busy as #### man. Trying tae sort out my new contract, keeping Ally happy and making time tae watch the World Cup. ####in’ crazy results cost me a piss load at the bookies.

(Heinrich): Well there’s a lesson in gambling for you then! A new contract though?

He takes a sip of his beer.

(Heinrich): What’s that about then?

(Logan): Comin’ up for renewal and just a few things tae iron out. I just got a 1 year rookie contract before so it’s all going along fine, I want tae stay and the company want tae keep me on, so nae drama.

(Heinrich): Oh right…

(Logan): Aye, so the lawyers just said tae keep ma mouth shut while it was goin’ on.

(Heinrich): And that took you, what, a month or so to do?

An innocent expression forms on Logan’s face.

(Logan): There was a World Cup to watch too! Priorities man, priorities!

The two men laugh, taking a moment to sip their beers.

(Heinrich): How’s Ally then? Living together, or what?

(Logan): Nah man, we live close enough tae each other anyway, and Talon wants tae keep a close eye on her as ye can imagine. Not totally out the question though, but not yet…

He shrugs nonchalantly and takes a mouthful from his bottle.

(Logan): What about you? Got yer eye on any one?

(Heinrich): Even if I did. You’d be the last one on earth I’d tell.

(Logan): Aww! Denied!

(Heinrich): But I know who in the business has eyes for someone…

Logan leans in, ears perking up in expectation.

(Heinrich): I hear Butch and Jason have been getting rather ‘cosy’ lately…

(Logan): Ha! Aye he’s pure gay now! Kinda wanted a match against him but now, he’ll try bum me!

Heinrich tilts his head back, roaring with laughter, drawing the attention of several patrons near the booth as Logan continues mumbling under his breath.

(Logan): ####in’ outrage….

Logan mutters further words under his breath, even as the smile forms on his face, before it’s obscured by his beer bottle.

(Heinrich): Quite the shock when I found out…

Logan speaks over Heinrich, almost like he’s physically bursting to get his words out.

(Logan): Aye man! You could have been his next victim!

Heinrich snorts with barely restrained laughter, before continuing.

(Heinrich): I had to struggle to focus when it all came out. Threw me worse than any of Butch’s punches had I can tell you!

(Logan): Ken what ye should do….. Get yer self in-about Wisdom!! Butch’ll be raging! Get it right up him…

(Heinrich): Ah, but you know the ‘guy-rules’. You can’t date a friend’s ex.

(Logan): He’s no your friend though…

(Heinrich): Good point.

The two laugh conspiratorially into their drinks, eyes sparkling with amusement.

(Heinrich): How you feeling about tagging with ‘Hans’ then this Havoc?

(Logan): Aw ####in’ idiots like. Dae ye think their even aware ye’s are different people? Seem tae be a bit wrapped up in their evil-dramatizations.

He shakes his head in frustration.

(Logan): Should be gid though, yer ma third tag partner since bein’ in H-W-A.

(Heinrich): Yeah, I remember now, you and Talon beating Eddie and AC when they held the belts… who was your first though?

(Logan): ####in’ Lucas Valentine.

Heinrich nods, recognition sparking in his eyes.

(Heinrich): Hmm, oh yeah, now I remember. Well, since we’re being honest with one another… *Smirks* You’re my second partner…

(Logan): *S######s* Aw, gutted…

(Heinrich): Can’t believe they think we’re ‘coming after them’ though.

(Logan): Ken man, big Billy the Dragon’s neebur is pure paranoid.

(Heinrich): That, and a whole lot more. Maybe we should prove em’ right though, and go back for seconds after we beat them, and take their titles?

(Logan): I’ll drink to that!

They raise their drinks, draining them. Logan gets to his feet, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.

(Logan): Right, it’s ma round. What you drinking?

Heinrich glances round to look at the selection of beers and ales behind the bar as the scene fades to black.