"A certified bikini instructor?" Logan asked. "Now there's something my guy wouldn't do," he said with a laugh. Of course, his 'guy' here would be Veronica, so asking her for something like that would be all kinds of stupid.
Logan downed his second shot and then grinned at Dean.
"Someone once told me tequila was good for the brain." He frowned in mock concentration. "Or the libido. One of the two." He shrugged.
After another swig of beer, he met Dean's eyes.
"I guess I kind of figured that this place is a lot easier to take drunk. Have you any idea how many crazy things have happened to me since I've got here?" It was a rhetorical question, because of course this guy didn't know. He didn't know Logan, and he definitely didn't know Red, or the strange bite, or the fact that he was almost constantly forgetting where things were in this City. Not to mention the whole waking up after being shot, covered in his own blood, with no gunshot wound.