Logan's ears perked up like a wolf's at the mention of the Hellfire Club. "That's saying a lot," he grumbled deep in his chest. He then snorted. "But I can't say as you're wrong about that."
He downed another shot and another beer. "I tell ya, sets my teeth on edge. And here I thought being in a school full of hormonal teenagers was a real challenge," he joked dryly. He wasn't laughing. Not even a little bit. He really wanted to stab things, and not in a good way. That is, if there was a good way for such a thing. He had to get out of here, and pronto, but he didn't want to be rude to one of the few people he knew whose company he didn't mind.