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Peter has tea, and his sword, and a book. It seems to be about British politics after World War II.

He got curious. He's also curious about the fact that Lilly didn't show up for sword fighting today, but that happens sometimes, so he's not too worried.

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"So, is the book edifying? Because it really doesn't seem to be all that interesting," Logan observes.

Sometimes he can't help being an ass. It's fun.

"Well, I died in '49, and I was planning to go into politics... so, curious about what happened without me," Peter says, marking his place and setting the book aside.

"How are you, Logan?"

Peter's apparently gotten better at dealing with assholitude.

It's an important skill to have at Milliways.

"I'm okay," he says. "And you didn't miss much, really. An iron curtain, right? And Margaret Thatcher, who wasn't tremendous fun."

"I was going to be Prime Minister," Peter says. "Or, well, in my wildest dreams I was, anyway. It wasn't particularly likely in reality. Care for some whiskey?"

Peter has a bottle. He can get more glasses.

Logan? Never turns down booze. Ever. Except...

He eyes the whiskey. "Is it going in the tea?"

"You'd probably have done better than most of the guys who end up running countries," Logan says. "Mostly they like to run things into the ground and make it with chicks."

Peter grins. "Mine is, but yours doesn't have to. Grab a glass and pull up a chair."

Once Logan's done so, he sighs a little. "'Making it with checks,' as you put it, is not precisely my forte."

"Cool," Logan says, following his instructions and pouring himself whiskey. "No? You're not still pining after Lilly, are you?"

Logan knows nothing at all about pining. Nothing. Really!

"Do you think I'd tell you if I were?"

And then he takes a large swallow of tea and whiskey. This is not at all suspicious!

"I was involved with another girl. Briefly. It... didn't work out."

Logan shrugs. "Never know unless you ask," he points out. "Besides, it's not like anyone's got a chance in hell with her, with Alain around."

He sounds bitter, doesn't he? Only a little. He does soften, though. "They're happy," he says, and it sounds like he's reminding himself as much as Peter.

Logan winces. "Know how that goes," he says. "Sucks."

"Yeah," Peter says, his tone almost identical to Logan's. "They're happy."

He sighs. "Yeah, it did. Does. My fault, though. She's really lovely."

Logan scowls into his whiskey. "They're always lovely, aren't they? And somehow, we're always the assholes. Don't know quite how that works, but it does."

"Happened recently to you, too, then, has it?"

He smiles wryly. "Hard to know how much to really blame oneself for."

"Three months ago," Logan says. "I told her I loved her, she told me I was scary and fucked up. Now she's sleeping with my best friend. Being me is so much fun."

Logan drinks.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

He refills Logan's glass. Because really, is there a better way to express sympathy to Logan Echolls?

"Well, she told me she loved me, and I told her that I was far too fucked up right now for that to be a good idea."

There is no better way, except possibly to offer some form of illegal substance, and Peter probably wouldn't do that.

"Fuck," Logan says. "Fuck love. Just...fuckit. It's a waste of time, and all it does is hurt."

Time to drink again!

Peter raises his glass - I mean teacup - in agreement.

"Cheers. That I can certainly drink to."

Logan clinks his glass and drinks again. "Does yours have a name?" he asks.

Peter grimaces a little. "I think perhaps I shouldn't say. I don't - I don't know that she wants it commonly known."

"Understandable," he says, though he has a bit of an inkling who it might be. Just a bit. "Mine's Veronica. And she's amazing."

Peter's eyebrows go way up.

"Veronica? As in Lilly's-best-friend Veronica? Interesting. There's some gossip that I'd not heard from Lilly."

"Yes," Logan says, speaking clearly and distinctly. "Veronica Mars."

Her name is still half a curse in Logan's mouth, but it's half reverent as well.

"And she's back with Lilly's brother."

"Is she? Good lord. Complicated where you come from, isn't it?"

There is far less drama and intrigue involved in the world of C.S. Lewis.

"Very," Logan agrees. "It wasn't too bad until Lilly - but then everything just went to hell."

Yeah, but Logan in Narnia is a ludicrous image. He'd probably end up hanging out with the White Witch just because she's interesting and has good booze, and then be turned into a statue for his troubles.

Does he like Turkish Delight? I hear tell she has rooms full of the stuff.

I bet he'd like the naiads and dryads better.

"I'm sorry," he says again, because it's really all he has to offer.

Oooh. Naked girl-shaped things? Yes. And Bacchus. Logan would be very fond of Bacchus and his festivities.

"Yeah, me too," Logan says. "For you and your woes. Love sucks big hairy ones."

"That it does," Peter says.

He's not entirely sure what big hairy ones are, but he's pretty sure he can get behind the general sentiment.

More whiskey is poured. The night is young, and three quarters of a bottle lie before them.

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