"Hey, ain't you the girl with the bunny?" Logan looked over to his right at the girl that just settled into one of the seats. She looked like the girl he was talking to over the network earlier, except now she was barefoot and just looked like she crawled out of bed. Considering the hour he imagined that was the case.
"Julia, right?" He was nursing his own drink, whiskey as it were, and the bartender knew enough to give Logan the entire bottle. He threw back what was left in his glass, and poured himself another. More than two fingers if Julia was taking note.
"By the looks of it you haven't found that bunny of yours just yet."