Oh, Logan

[obligatoryass]

He's in the bar, looking far too pleased with himself. He ought to be wearing a button reading: "I'm a genius! Ask me how!" but alas, he is not.

One reason is the upcoming date with Hannah. A masterstroke of manipulation, dating the daughter of the fake witness against him. Plus, she is supercute.

The other? Logan has a hip flask. Full of whiskey. And he shares. Usually.

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[agirllost]

It's been a long year for her. "I'm...not sure if you mentioned that before."

[obligatoryass]

Logan gives her an easy smile. "Might not have," he says. "I'm framed for murder, at home. I got jumped on a bridge by a biker gang, and one of them died. I didn't do it, and I'm trying to prove that."

[agirllost]

"I'm a little confused...you didn't do it, but even if you did, wouldn't hurting someone who's trying to hurt you be self defense?"

[obligatoryass]

"That was the first trial," Logan says glumly. "They tried me for manslaughter, I got off on self-defense and lack of evidence. This new witness says I was spewing all kinds of racist crap, though, and that I sounded crazed. Guess it's enough."

[agirllost]

She glances at him, "And the cops just believe him without any evidence?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan shrugs. "Sheriff's not too fond of me. Plus, dad's a murderer, so you know, it probably runs in the family."

[agirllost]

"Yeah, once they believe you did something...it's really hard to convince them otherwise."

[obligatoryass]

"Exactly," Logan says glumly.