The regular night Logan hung out in his room, sprawled out on his bed. His head was hanging off the edge, his hair scattered across the floor. He was wearing headphones plugged into his laptop that was playing some Rob Zombie song.

He'd already had time to do a little business. If flying to the roof of a huge estate and scaring away the crows and then playing with his hounds outside could be considered useful business.

Right now his fingers were playing an imaginary guitar as if the real ones in the practice room didn't exist. He hissed guitar riffs to himself and hummed along until at one point he opened his eyes and almost threw his headphones at Tristan whom he saw in the doorway of his room. "Holy shit, Trist! Why the hell did you sneak up on me, it's like I've died all over again."

The vampire sat up and took off his headphones. It didn't seem to bother Logan that it was actually his fault that he hadn't heard the other's arrival because of the music blaring at full blast.