Who; Logan Echolls, Open Where; Lux When; Late evening Rating; TBD
Logan had been pleased to find the fake id the wonderful Veronica had made for him back when they were still friends worked like a charm even in this cracked out version of LA. It wasn't that he was trying to drink himself into a stupor but a few would be nice. Maybe he'd actually meet a few people while he was at it, though it seemed doubtful as he sat in the same spot at the bar at the Lux, nursing his fourth of the night. His adjustment to a world of vampires, jedi and comic book characters hadn't been that bad, but then he always had such brilliant adjustment skills. Just don't think about it and you'll be fine.
He glanced around the club and ran a hand through short cropped hair. Other than a few brief conversations with Claire he really had no one in this place. It was an odd sensation. He was used to being lonely, but he wasn't entirely used to being alone. While he had always felt a distance from the world and his friends there was always someone, usually Dick, ready to make him go be social, to distract him from all the crap that seemed to get worse and worse as the years passed. But now he was alone, there was no Dick in the other room in his hotel suite, there was no one to make him at least pretend like his life was something near normal.