Logan watched as Victor's drunken ass sped off to save a fair lady who certaily would never be his. She sighed. He was a blind cyborg. Brute strength wasn't everything and neither was lust nor love. 

She sat there and watched as people flew in and flew out of the conversation, a bit ammused by their vibrant colors. 

She ordered a water from the bartender, trying weakly to prevent a rather malignant hangover. She blinked in and out of sleep, sitting up in her chair. She startled awake when she heard commotion. Money was flying everywhere and so were people. Almost everyone in the bar scrambled for the bookie money while the security guards chased the asain guy she saw earlier. 

"The fuck?" The young wolf asked herself as she stood. She looked over towards Victor and he was still there, drunken as ever, tripping some fatass. She hoped that the asain guy wasn't some Losty. God help her if this turned into a small war. 

Sure, she was fine with a few gun shots but the thought of actual warfare scared the shit out of her. This government was barely intact, spending all its money on military to stop riots. And if the gangs started shooting out on the streets, who the hell knows what would happen? Would the military mistake it as riots and wipe them out? Would they be able to fight the army if they came? She didn't know. Logan had no way of predicting a future or even imagining one at this stand point.