Logan smirks lightly when she mentions how bartenders were always trying to get her number. He can't say he's at all surprised to hear that she was asked for it often, and he reaches over for the bottle. His hand brushes against hers as he takes it from her, lifting his eyebrow as he looks down at the label. "Good choice." He looks across the bar at her with a tiny smile when he sees her smile his way.

He watches as she sets it all together on the top of the bar. "Think as long as you like the taste of it, you've made it right. You're the one drinkin it," he says, and he is already pouring the drink into the bottle. "Straight. Not easy for alcohol to do a damn thing otherwise." Both cause he's a big dude and also cause of the whole mutant thing.