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[obligatoryass]

Logan. Whiskey. Bar.

The bottle came from Lilly's party. It's almost gone. He's so drunk it doesn't much matter, at this point.

It's a helluva party.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Bar let up on that whole age limit thing?" She's eying him curiously. If she's also concerned, it doesn't really show.

[obligatoryass]

Logan blinks. "Seattle," he says. "Hi. No, I filched it from Lilly's party. Want some?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Not much there." She perches on a seat beside him, knees tucked up to her chest. "Celebration, or trouble?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan eyes the bottle. "Enough," he says. "And I think -"

He squints harder at it. "I think I am done." He says this with great finality, as if reaching a very serious conclusion. "I think I am hungry. Because it was celebrating, but not for me."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"In that case..." She snags the bottle and takes a swig.

"Who's celebrating what?"

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders over and before she an stop herself, she blurts the only thing she can think of.*

Who the Hell gave you booze?

*she grins*

[obligatoryass]

Logan beams. "Lilly, who else?"

He holds out the bottle. "I share. I share very nicely."

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Ah, no explanation needed.

*she grabs the bottle and take a drink then hands it back.*

Thanks, sweetie.

[obligatoryass]

"You're welcome," he says, grinning more. "You're good at that."

He sounds very admiring. "How is Penny-land?"

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Well, I have had experience.

Penny-land is the same as ever.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz walks over to him, though he mildly (or rather) hopes that Logan won't start singing on him.

Pause. "Hi."

[obligatoryass]

Logan can't promise about the singing, though it seems unlikely at this time.

"Hi," Logan says, and he starts to smile, but seeing Behrooz reminds him of

fathers sons death

and it dies before it's born.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

He hesitates.

"Are you ok?"

Because being drunk tends means one extreme or the other in here.

[obligatoryass]

Logan frowns. "Don't know," he says. For him, it often means several extremes. Sometimes at the same time. "Maybe? Maybe not?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Well, that's reassuring.

"Yeah."

Eying the bottle, "Have you left yet?"

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Hopefully not too much drunk to drop a Fox on his lap, would he be? Specially when she has her arms around him, and is peering at his face with amused concern.

"Any special occassion?"

[obligatoryass]

"Yesh," he says, and yes, he's slurring. Shut up. It's cute. Really.

"You're here." Logan beams up at her. "That's always special."

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

"Aw." Laini grins, and taps his nose. "And you even planned ahead for this special event, and started drinking in anticipation. Darling Logan."

[obligatoryass]

"That's me," he says, laughing. "Darling. Also, fun. And funny!"

And vain, but, well, who's mentioning that?

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Laini is also vain- thus, Logan has scored a lot of points already with her.

"And lovely." She chuckles. "Should I get a glass to celebrate as well?"

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher eyes the drunk kid. He knows drunk when he sees it. Or smells it.

He wanders over, glass of Stoli in hand, examining him.

"Huh. Not bad, kid. You get sick yet?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan thinks. Possibly harder than he should have to.

"No. I might later, though. It might be fun."

Or, you know, not. At all.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Might be, but don't expect me to hold your hair. You need a girl for that."

Cypher slides onto a stool and sips his Stoli, like this happens every day.

[obligatoryass]

"A girl," Logan says, a bit sadly. "I like girls. And my hair is too short. It doesn't need to be holded."

Self-sufficient puking! A plus of being a boy.

He eyes Cypher. "Neither does yours."

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"No it don't, kid, but I also don't tend to puke."

He grins. "What's your name?"