Logan peeked inside the cooler and pulled the beer out with a slight shake of his head. "Prefer bottled, but I'll let ya live this time." He winked at her and popped the can open, taking a generous pull from it.
Setting the beer down he made a satisfied Aaah sound. "Nah, haven't talked to her in at least six months. She calls me from time to time, but anytime I try to reach her the last number she called me from didn't work." He shrugged. Hell, it wouldn't take much for him to find her if he felt inclined to do so.
He slid a beer over to Theresa. "Only fair you have one since you went out and got it for me." He glanced over at Kitty. "You want one twinkle toes?" He had to tease her about the dancing, there were a couple occasions she had been clumsy in the danger room.
"Cocoa is just too rich for my blood. I could get a sugar rush and who know what the hell I'd be capable of. Down right unpredictable." He winked and took another sip of the beer, well more like a guzzle because when he set the can down it was empty and he reached for another. Not like he'd get drunk. Damn healing factor sometimes pissed him off.