Logan's Xterra screeches into the driveway at the Echolls residence. Anyone wishing to track Mr. Echolls from his car to his bed would need only follow the trail of slamming doors and stomping feet.
"Bitch!" he yells, rummaging through his cupboard for the nearest available alcohol. Fortunately the
Booze Fairy had shown up sometime between yesterday evening and this morning.
And
last night with Rory had gone so well.Logan finishes off one half-empty bottle of vodka and smashes it against the wall. "Bitch!" he yells again, and follows that with a high-volume stream of profanity. He throws the neck of the bottle across the room, where it knocks over the lamp. In the sudden darkness, Logan swears again, then stumbles over to his bed, fumbles in his nightstand and curls up with a bottle of whiskey for the night.