Logan stumbles by with a fifth of Jim Beam in his hand, nearly empty. "Hey, bub. D'you know how to get to...shit. Where the fuck am I? How the fuck did I get here?" He growls.
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Wade's eyes widen as he takes in the familiar voice and obnoxious scent of whiskey. He turns around, staring at Logan, looking him up and down. "Holy shit."








