【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Logan is now cooking breakfast in the kitchen of Scott's apartment, while the owner of the house is unceremoniously sitting on the living room sofa and watching the morning news.The home decoration in the spacious and tidy room is not complicated, but it is comfortable enough for a single man.

Normally at this time, Logan should be busy with those small desserts in the kitchen of his small shop, and the reason for the current situation starts from last night.

Logan, who delivered snacks to the orphanage as usual, rode his bicycle to a bar, which was a few blocks away from his small shop, but it was more lively.He went straight in and entered a different world in an instant.All kinds of lights flickered and shot at everyone, the screams of rock and roll were deafening, and the people twisting wildly on the dance floor were venting their exuberant energy.

After passing through the noisy crowd, Logan walked to the bar and sat down at the vacant seat, where a tall, bearded man was mixing drinks.The bartender's bartender uniform could barely stretch his muscular muscles. Obviously, the bar owner also hoped that this man could also serve as a security guard.

"Hey, Victor." Logan yelled at him, and the bartender who heard the greeting turned around, and when he saw Logan, he grinned in surprise, showing his white teeth, looking extremely fierce.

Victor pushed the wine glass to the guest, patted his colleague, and then stood opposite Logan in a few steps, raised his eyebrows at him: "Hello, Jimmy."

"Ice stout." Logan planned to drink a few glasses before leaving, but Victor didn't intend to give him this chance, he turned around and took a bottle of wine from the shelf which was obviously not what Logan ordered.The amber liquid was deftly poured into a clear glass, and the bartender didn't even add ice.

"Don't keep drinking sugar water that doesn't taste like alcohol." Victor looked at his brother with disgust. A customer at the bar frowned and looked over, but he lowered his head again after being glared at by the man, "Whisky, I'll treat."

"You really..." Logan curled his lips, but he didn't refuse anymore. He sent a text message to Rogue, telling her that he could rest for half a day tomorrow.Shopkeepers should always be a little bit privileged, shouldn't they? Logan drank it down in one gulp, the spicy and mellow liquid exuded an intoxicating aroma and slid down his throat into his stomach, giving the man a comfortable and refreshing burning sensation.After drinking three glasses in a row, another one was quickly pushed over. This time Logan was not in a hurry, and he chatted with Victor casually.

"What's going on?" Victor shook his wine glass, causing the colorful liquid reflected by the stage light to ripple, "That's it."

Logan looked around and found a few young people looking towards the bar. They saw Logan sitting there, whispered a few words to each other hesitantly, and quickly rushed into the crowd and disappeared into the noise. "I don't want the next time I see you to be in prison." Logan said in a warning tone, and Victor just waved his hand indifferently. He took out a cigarette and handed it to the man opposite.

Thinking that Victor always knew how to get himself out of bad situations, Logan sighed, and reached up to take the cigarette, which he didn't light up, but stuffed into his pocket.

"Sugar makes you squishy." Victor teased and took a sip of his drink, and he heard his brother snort indifferently. "I'm happy with this squishy life."

The crisp sound of the clinking glasses was drowned in the sound of the music.

"How is it?" Kurt's voice on the phone rang briskly, "Is it nice?"

Scott touched the ears of the German Shepherd who was quietly lying beside him. The warm touch under the palm and the smoothness of the fur made him squint his eyes: "Jim and I get along very well." The beautiful dog listened When it got its own name, it turned its head and called Scott softly, in exchange for Scott's soothing gesture.

"I still wish it was called Laura," Kurt said ruefully, and it was hard to tell from his tone that he was sincere or joking.

"You know it's a boy, right?" Scott couldn't help raising his eyebrows, even though he knew it was impossible for the other party to see his movements and expressions through space.

"Take Jim out for a walk more." Kurt was a little regretful, but he still suggested, and then he talked about his own arrangements, "Next month, I will go to the orphanage with the drama troupe to give children a charity performance. Would you like to come and see?"

Scott asked with interest: "What role do you play?"

"The blue-skinned devil with a scary appearance but a kind heart finally helped the prince rescue the princess." Kurt smiled vaguely, "Going there can also communicate with the children and draw materials for my next fairy tale."

"If it's okay, I'll go over there." Scott replied, he patted the German Shepherd under his hand lightly, Jim jumped off the sofa with his tail flicking, walked all the way to his nest, and then lay down on the cushion and bit the big rubber bone , play on your own.

By the time Scott, who ended the call, finished taking a shower, Jim had already rolled himself up and fell asleep.The young man smiled at the tip of the nose of the dog, which was not too young but not too small, protruding from the den. He returned to his bedroom, lay down on the big, soft bed and closed his eyes.

The mobile phone on the bedside suddenly rang. Scott, who woke up from his sleep, suppressed his unhappiness and suppressed the urge to throw out the screaming communication tool. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in a daze. He closed his eyes and connected: "Hello?"

"No matter who you are, if you don't come to pick him up, I'll just throw him on the street." The man on the opposite side said something fiercely, gave another address, and hung up the phone decisively .

Scott, who heard the busy tone from the phone, was still a little unconscious. He put on his glasses and turned on the light in the dark, and Logan's name flashed in the call log.Scratching his hair blankly, Scott wanted to lie down and ignore it, but thinking of the delicious food, he rolled over and decided to get up.

After getting dressed, Scott rubbed Jim who was still sleeping in the living room: "It's up to you, Jim." The German Shepherd shook his body and stood up, allowing Scott to put the collar and leash on him.

Logan's alcohol capacity is actually good, but he can't stand Victor's heavy drinking, and Victor didn't think about the consequences of his brother getting drunk, so this embarrassing situation was created.

It was almost closing time, Victor took out Logan's cell phone and made a few random calls, the only person he got in contact with was a stranger.Not planning to care about Logan who was already lying on the bar, Victor decided that if no one came to pick him up, he would have to throw Logan into the back alley of the bar, anyway, he would not die if he slept overnight.

Seeing the callback number appear on Logan's cell phone, Victor helped Logan out the door. He saw a young man wearing red glasses and leading a dog. The bartender grinned and said, "It's dark to wear sunglasses at night, isn't it?"

Scott curled his lip at the bartender as a gesture, people who are called up in the middle of the night are generally not in a good mood.He looked at Logan, who could barely move, with a headache, but still put his shoulders on him and led him to the taxi.The dog being led barked a few times reluctantly because of the stimulation of the smell of alcohol.

"Hey, Jimmy." Scott comforted his dog as he struggled to stabilize Logan, who was almost as heavy as a concrete block with built-in metal, and didn't notice the subtle smile of the bartender behind him.