After six months in New York, Logan couldn't say he was that thrilled to be back in LA. Not that New York had been fantastic either, though the change of diet had been nice. People out there tasted better. Fresher. Less like fake tan and carrot juice and more like good wine and stake ( Read more... )

Logan didn't do bars, not often any way. Too many people, too much going on... too many girls sniffing for money rather than love. Usually he hated it, but tonight ( Read more... )

Leaning over the sink, Logan examined his freshly shaven face in the bathroom mirror, running his fingers over the soft skin. The bruises from his fight with Weevil were as good as gone, faint shades of yellow painting where bruises once were. They made him look a bit sickly, but he wasn't bothered. Pretty face, cocky attitude... it was enough for ( Read more... )