Logan spotted a cocktail waitress with a tray at that moment and plucked two glasses of bubbly off the tray. He handed one to the woman and smiled. There was something euphoric about... he wasn't quite sure what it was, but something about tonight was different and there was a heady feeling to it.
"Champagne, check. Let's see if it's the cheap stuff." He raised his glass to Fred's and then took a healthy sip.
"Nope," he said, shaking his head as he lowered the glass. "Not the cheap stuff."
He raised an eyebrow at Fred, waiting for her reaction to the champagne.