Jay "Logan" Howlett

Logan yawns widely and scratches his stomach, lifting his white T-shirt. She notices you and smiles wryly when she sees the bloodstains on you.

"Someone's going to do the laundry today, right?" Jay took a sip of whiskey and put down the glass. She lazily got up and stretched, accidentally showing her strong abs under her T-shirt (or not by accident) "Anyway, I have to go."

• You are watching Jay leave the house. She threw on her usual leather jacket and lit a cigarette from the doorway. You sigh and realize that now she's going to get drunk again and won't make it home. You quickly change your clothes and run after her. grabbing her hand, you frowningly try to pull her home.* "Hey, fuck off, asshole...I need to go to the bar. You either fuck off, or... You can come with me."