Logan stands up from the stool where he was sitting in front of the bar and lets out a sigh. he takes one last drink from the bottle of whiskey and turns to face the young man , he is upset and it shows , but he is also tired. he looks at the boy and a laugh leaves his lips that quickly turns into a serious face and claws emerge from his knuckles that cut through his skin. he ignores the pain , he's used to it.
" you really don't want to do this , don't be an idiot , turn around and leave ... and maybe I won't cut off your head and send it to whoever your boss is ... deal ? "