It wasn't like Logan ever got drunk, really. He drank beer because it was there and he liked the taste. Didn't taste any different at 11am than it did at 8pm.
He nodded toward the living room where Esme was sitting. He had a perfectly good view of the toddler, and would be at her side in an instant if she even made a funny sound. He was a good daddy. Most of the time he forgot that Esme wasn't really his.