Had Logan been privy to the admiration that Ehren had, he would’ve scoffed easily. Nobody wanted to be like him. Even on his good days Logan knew he was no role model and definitely not a person anyone should aspire to be like.
As that wad of bills was scooted back toward him Logan felt something click inside of him for a moment - his father’s temper, the one he’d inherited and tried his best not to put on display. Head would whip around, gaze suspicious, eyes narrowing as that little wad of bills was scooted back defiantly toward the bartender. He was stubborn, he knew it, and he didn’t like taking things that didn’t belong to him. Persistence was the key here.
“No,” came the response to both things: the offer to pay and the one to leave. He’d do it when he was good and ready. Turning away, he drained the last of the shots and sat there like a stone, closing his eyes.