He took it and downed it, setting it back on the table, twirling the bottom of it thoughtfully on the table. "You were pretty damned eager to clue me in the other night."
Logan shook his head. "Do me a favor and slow it down with that. They'll cut you off and then things'll get ugly. They don't exactly know we could drink every drop in the bar and still walk a straight fuckin' line."
He stretched and leaned his head back, looking at the entertainment on stage. He'd spent more than a few days in places like this. "Let's just say my mind has been... unclouded."