As the scrap of the glass against the piled wood flooded his ears, Logan glanced over at the approaching cocktail. He chuckled as it sat there, and lifted his gaze up to the woman whom had offered it to him. "Thanks. I appreciate it but I like 'em harder than that." He wasn't mocking the offering, just telling her like it was. How it always was. Logan was not the type to sugar coat or hide from anyone. He was who he was and he was alright with that.
"Could use a refill, though," he said, tone becoming a slight bit gruff. He turned his gaze on the barkeep whom was already coming back to pour more liquid into his glass.
Turning back to the strange looking woman, Logan lifted his smaller, now amber-filled glass, "Ain't girly, but it ain't bad either."