“This is by no means work. But I appreciate it. So tell me about yourself. How do you get half a bar to buy you drinks?”
Upon seeing the barkeep nearing his area, Logan placed a few dollars on the bar. “Beer.” he remarked before looking the woman over. “Not sure, they just did it.”
“Cider,” she corrected. “I’m a lightweight. Utterly unlike you, apparently. I haven’t seen anyone with that sturdy of a constitution since … well, it’s been a long time, leave it at that.” She hooked both feet in the middle rung, studying him. “I bet most people are scared of you, aren’t they.”