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Or y with the liquor” Logan said as he pulled the bottle out of Luke’s grasp and filled both glasses once again “And don’t worry; I’an clarified before tossing back the next shot, a toast apparently not needed

Not wanting to be left behind, Luke took the shot and felt the heat wash through hi just a little fuzzy while his ears were starting to ring

“I’ve actually thought about talking to Tag” Logan adh he expected a reaction

“Tag Murphy?” As if Luke needed to clarify How an slurred, reaching for the bottle again

So apparently Logan had co his own comfort in the bottle of whiskey that was now… three quarters of the way empty At this rate, he’d have to pull out another bottle

“So, why Tag?” Luke inquired, getting that backup bottle Just in case

“I’ve seen the way Sam looks at him I mean, how could she not The man’s built like a brick shithouse”

That was the da Murphy was one of the newestson of a bitch Apparently the woht he was hot, or so he’d heard Cole had actually introduced Luke and Logan to Tag and not long after, thethe club Luke was a little surprised that Logan would even consider the an didn’t seem surprised by the idea, but he turned his attention back on the bottle “I thought about it I just don’t know if he’s in the right place in his head right now”

Another round was poured and Luke tossed his back as fast as his brother, his legs suddenly feeling incredibly heavy “No, you’re probably right” Pulling out the barstool beside Logan, Luke slid into it, wanting to re on with you and Sierra?” Logan asked after a few ed to butcher Sierra’s naan’s face contorted, and he suddenly looked… sad Shit, just what Luke needed, a sappy drunk that wanted to talk

“Froht she would be your perfect et that”

Logan was accurate in that respect Luke didn’t go for tiny, petite women At six feet five, two hundred and forty pounds, women like Sierra scared him He was damn near twice her size, and he feared he would hurt her But she had proven just how fragile she wasn’t, and the thought an continued, apparently not needing Luke to contribute to the conversation When he picked up the bottle and began to slosh the liquid into the glasses, Luke knew they were damn near at their lireed, taking the bottle frolasses once more This had to be the last one or they would both be flat on their faces in the next few minutes

“And she’s hot as hell Granted, she’s not Saet closer and closer together and Luke had a hard ti the words together

“I love her” Holy fuck! Where the hell had that coone up in flames, and Luke knew he’d actually said the words out loud

“I knew it!” Logan slah Logan had just figured out the cure for cancer, his eyes lit up, and a sh Yes, daan slurred, drink co out more like shrink

They tossed down another shot and this time Luke damn near fell off of the barstool His eyes crossed, and his vision went gray on the edges Tier… Logan had apparently been successful in getting Luke to talk

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Good God

Someone must have hit Luke square in the face with an anvil That was the first thought that sprung to Luke’s es of the bed through the blind’s wooden slats

“Sonuvabitch” Apparently that was fast beco one of his favorite words these days