Selene ordered Abigail a whiskey. As she thought on what to drink herself she nearly chirped out her usual answer of, wine. This time however she gave into temptation and ordered something unusual for her taste. "I will have the same. Top shelf, strongest you have." A black plastic card was slid across the bar top. "Start a tab, would you?"
Sinking down into one of the tall chairs that lined the counter she sighed. "Logan bought us a home. I have been settling in, recovering from the holiday. Such madness." She smiled and as the glass came to her she picked it up and took a long drink. "There is a madman on the loose, hell bent on getting my fiance to kill me or vice verse. Oh," One more pause for another gulp. "I went on a lovely stroll with Drake. Seems he is holding one hell of a grudge for some virus you tried to infect him with."