This whole situation was making Ehren nervous. He could be a little reckless sometimes but he always managed to keep himself somewhat functional. With how long it took for him to look at the bartender it didn’t seem like he was seeing one of anything. He looked at the bartender as she spoke, a knowing glance between him that they both knew there was a war going on inside of the man. “I’ll get his drinks.” Ehren said, scooting the crumbled up bills back toward the other man. He looked down at his scotch, wondering how he’d gone from wanting to be exactly like Logan to giving up on that idea and help him out
That’s why he was in the faction, wasn’t it? To help the other people on this island. Whether it be from the government or themselves, it was his duty. “Hey Logan, do you think maybe it’s about time to go home?” He asked the other man, knocking back the rest of the scotch in his glass and handing the bartender the appropriate currency to pay for their drinks.