Logan looked back at Victor as he walked away. She looked down at the bottle of vodka, a bit confused. It was warm and had palm sweat all over the bottle. 

"Why not?" A little voice in her head said. The voice was more than persuasive with just one little sentence.

The young Wolf unscrewed the cap and tipped her head back, the liquid fire settling nicely down in her belly. Her mind buzzed with a sudden burst of happiness. She smiled to herself, downing more, not even wincing at the burn. She turned to look at the crowd and the ring. Deon hugged a few women as the others screamed for his attention, all wanting the same treatment. She giggled a bit the herself and drank some more. The lights went from annoying to beautiful and wonderful, maximizing her experience. Logan didnt know it, but she'd have one hell of a hangover the next morning. And boy, would she regret it.