"If you call this fun," Logan replied, vaguely waving the butt of his beer bottle at the room with a shrug. He listened to her reply and smirked when she nearly choked. She was a tough cookie, this one. Which meant she was someone Logan could like, or someone who would eventually be a world of trouble. Like so many people in his life.
"I hear ya. And I can respect that. Never thought of myself as a joiner myself," he countered with another shrug. "Still don't. It's more like having common goals, and the digs ain't half bad."