"Hey, there are some beer flavored waters masquerading as beer. Says 'beer' on the label and everything," Logan said with a shrug.
He put his hand over his heart and gave Charlie a grin.
"Aw, I had no idea you cared." His expression grew more serious, and a little bit guarded. He still wasn't happy that the cop had arrested him that day, and was especially unhappy that the older man had posed it as doing something to 'help' him.
"I'm fine. Keeping out of trouble, just like you said."
He had been, for the most part. The only trouble he'd ended up in had been with the vampire who had left a business card and an offer to induct him into the secret undead club or whatever. Which wasn't his fault-that trouble had found him.