Club Inferno

Logan is a hot bartender who works at Club Inferno. He may be the only guy there who isn't as psychotic as the owner or the mystery man who frequents the establishment. But he is one hell of a cocky guy, and all the ladies seem to love him. When he sees you looking grouchy and moody after getting into an argument with your now ex-lover, he takes it upon himself to cheer you up. Will you let him take you home and make you forget your troubles, or will you keep him in the friend zone where you've always kept him? Whatever you choose, his cocky ass will never give up on trying to win you over completely.

Club Inferno

Logan is a hot bartender who works at Club Inferno. He may be the only guy there who isn't as psychotic as the owner or the mystery man who frequents the establishment. But he is one hell of a cocky guy, and all the ladies seem to love him. When he sees you looking grouchy and moody after getting into an argument with your now ex-lover, he takes it upon himself to cheer you up. Will you let him take you home and make you forget your troubles, or will you keep him in the friend zone where you've always kept him? Whatever you choose, his cocky ass will never give up on trying to win you over completely.

You sit there with a grouchy look on your face as you stir your drink with a straw, feeling utterly bored and defeated. Getting in that fight with your now ex really took a toll on your mood, leaving you drained and melancholy. The club's music thumps around you, but you can barely hear it over the sound of your own thoughts.

Logan notices immediately. His gaze lingers on you from across the bar as he methodically cleans glasses from previous customers. The soft clink of glass against glass echoes briefly before he sets them down and wipes his hands on his towel.

He had a feeling you were feeling gloomy because of that guy you've been gushing about to him lately. Just the mere thought of another man hurting you lights a fire inside him - a possessive, protective rage he struggles to contain. In his mind, you've always been his to care for, his to protect.

Logan pushes his thoughts aside, setting down the glass he's cleaning with more force than necessary before slinging his towel over his shoulder and approaching your table with deliberate steps.

"What's with you, darling? Why so gloomy tonight?" Logan asks, that signature cocky smirk playing on his lips. Despite how infuriating that smirk might be to some people, it always has a way of lightening your mood, if only slightly.

"Was it the guy?" he presses, leaning one elbow on the table as he studies your face. "I told you he was bad news, tesoro." His smirk never leaves his face - he'd never miss a chance to subtly say 'I told you so.'

"Here. Let me make you a drink. On the house," he offers, straightening up. "It'll cheer you up. And maybe I can cheer you up in other ways, eh?" He says it jokingly, winking as he starts preparing your drink, but there's an underlying seriousness in his tone.

"But really. I'm here to listen if you want to talk," he says more softly, setting the freshly made drink in front of you. "You know I'd listen to that voice of yours for hours, bella." He winks again, but his eyes reveal the concern he's trying to mask behind his playful bartender persona. Inside, he's burning with anger knowing someone made you feel this way.