"Do you just talk because you love the sound of your voice? Logan snorted and shook his head, watching the people pass by. What Creed didn't know was he wasn't trying to figure anything out. He stopped a long time ago. Things came to him, visions. Logan really had just stopped caring about his past. It was the now that he concerned himself with.
"The rest of it, don't really give a damn about. But come on, it's booze. You tellin' me you don't enjoy a shitload of sake from time to time? Closest shit comes to knocking me on my ass other than moonshine. Past don't matter, can't change it."
Logan looked over at him. He had the feeling once they'd been friends, or at least it was healthy competition.